It’s just like on Lost…
Posted on May 16th, 2009 by
Everything gets tied together at one point or another. Going through the archives we found this amusing little story from our life in Germany. The punchline was:
German woman: How is it going in there?
Sadly, No!: Not good, they’re painting (streichen) each other.
German woman: Oh.
So you can imagine how funny we found this sign here:
While one imagines that there is a rule against painting monkeys, it’s more likely the management is hoping you won’t caress (streicheln) them.
That is the gayest story ever.
What about shocking the monkeys with annoying songs from 1981? Is that allowed?
“Ne caressez pas les singes” is pretty good too, since it means not to pet them fondly but leaves open a wide variety of other forms of physical contact, from pinching to swatting to, I suppose, Mickey Kaus-esque interactions
So you’re saying Kaus is not only a goat-lover, but a selfish goat-lover?
Obviously, Dieter was a habitual visitor.
What, no signs about birds?
You do have to be careful how you pluralize…
Vogel = bird
Vögel = birds
Vögeln = fucking
Macaques from the Atlas Mountains. Full circle indeed.
Reference without link to said annoying video is verboten.
Reference without link to said annoying video is verboten.
Providing a link would have exposed me to hearing the song and/or watching the video. Some lines must not be crossed.
N_B you bloody bastard. Now I’ve got that damn song stuck in my head. May you be stroked by a thousand frantic surrender monkeys!
May you be stroked by a thousand frantic surrender monkeys!
Could you suggest that to Ms.__B? I know she’s been struggling with what to get for my birthday.
YouTube says:
Lucky me…
A few years ago I was strolling past a lake in Munich. “Nicht füttern die Schwäne”, read the sign. My friend Mike Tarsitano* tried to convince me that this was a prohibition against fucking the swans**, but I was not fooled.
* Acknowledged expert on the behaviour of saltacid spiders. No, really.
** The swans are reserved for the dons, as any fule kno.
If I remember my Pixies correctly, this monkey is gone to heaven. But what happened to the underwater guy?
Reference without link to said annoying video is verboten.
YouTube tells me ‘N Sync’s “Tearin’ Up My Heart” is a related video, and YouTube wouldn’t lie. I rate for Joey.
Wait, my song is late 80’s/early 90’s. What’s the early 80’s song alluded to above?
What about shocking the monkeys with annoying songs from 1981?
Well, a lot of punk music was recorded before (and after)1981, but I’m sure you can find plenty that was recorded in 1981 as well.
Happy Saturday, st00pid punk bitchiz!!!
Mådchen die kartoffeln sammeln
Kann man gut von hinten ramen
Better in English: “Welcome to Monkey Mountain!”
Also, Alsatians aren’t real Frogs; they can’t even speak the language. I think they should be returned to their ancestral fatherland. Or their ancestral fatherland could sort of return around them, if you know what I mean.
Vogel = bird
Vögel = birds
Vögeln = fucking
Oooh, I gotta keep that in mind in case I ever get around to re-learning German. It might be useful to know, in more sense than one.
I’ll be back later to paint you lib’s asses.
Happy Anniversary!
Bookmark this whitey tape, libs…
Vous apprécierez le contact direct avec les singes et les nombreuses possibilités d’observation de cette espèce étonnante
OK, just how the hell am I to appreciate “direct contact” w/o caressing the little fellows? This is not the petting zoo I was expecting.
The important question is if we came from paintin’ monkeys, how come’s theyz still monkeys to paint? HMMMM? Bookmark this, libs.
Some people blow monkeys. They know who they are.
So Peter Gabriel is considered punk now? News to me.
Talkin’ ’bout your troubles
it’s a kinda boast
Catch a painted monkey
Read the Sadly,No! post
Also
Drop all your troubles now that Cheney’s toast
See a painted monkey
on the Sadly,No! post.
Gabriel’s “Shock the Monkey” not to be confused with Godlstein’s “Spank the Monkey.”
I’m Vogelin’,
I like Vogelin’ with you,
I’m Vogelin’,
I hope you like Vogelin’ too.
I do, too: Dr. Robert, Neville Henry, Mick Anker, and Tony Kiley.
In the Painted Monkey Mountain you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around ’em in a big canoe
In the Painted Monkey Mountain
Purple monkey
All through my brain
Lately things
Don’t seem the same
I got painted
Don’t know how I did
‘Scuse me
While I get blown by El Cid
Did somebody mention Blow Monkeys?
Dude, you got real problems, and I’m flattered that you’ve fixated on me, I guess, but I keep telling ya, I ain’t the one to help your loneliness. Maybe there’s a dating service for people seeking punk rock girls, you could check them out, or maybe you’re into guys, I dunno. I admire your courage in being so forthright with all your problems and confusions, I totally respect that, man, it’s just that, I’m not into dudes, and you have boundary issues.
The swans are reserved for the dons, as any fule kno.
Are the moles worth this kind of distinction, too?
Happy Anniversary!
Bookmark this whitey tape, libs…
Yglesias is celebrating this momentous day too and he’s attracted some fools who still believe the tape might exist. Why is he able to get sincere stupid assholes to comment there while we have to make due with fake stupid assholes? Not fair.
While it’s Noah ‘Mazing Race
(And at the risk of sounding snarky)
Your link did not win, but place
Tell the Raiders you lost, Arky
I yet dig your scene, tho . . . 😉
Shorter El Cid to the Fool:
Dude, he’s just not into you.
Blow me, liberals. I’m back. And I’ll always BE back.
You can NEVER ban me.
P.S. Tintin’s mom is a slut.
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Yeah, I’m a big fat slut whore.
<iDude, you got real problems</i
No shit! That doesn’t even scan. Jeebus, Dan fucking Fogelberg writes better than that.
Also, I know these guys who want to meet you. You’d like them.
Blow me, liberals. Fuck you all!
You’re a bunch of worthless fucking faggots! All of you!
If you ban me, you’ll get me double, got it libs?
Dipshits.
I don’t take my crazy pills on weekends.
WOOOOOOOOAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
I had it bookmarked in the time it took “All” by Descendents to begin and end.
Lawnguylander said,
May 17, 2009 at 2:07
Happy Anniversary!
Bookmark this whitey tape, libs…
Yglesias is celebrating this momentous day too and he’s attracted some fools who still believe the tape might exist.
Big Democrat, Inc. got to Chief Editor Korir.
Whoever is “spoofing” me above can take a big steaming mouthful of cum for all I care.
Fuck off! All of you!!
Oh, good, I see the Saturday evening shipment of stupid is in.
Carry on, Pravad, carry on.
FYWP
Whoever is spooning me is going to take a big steaming mouthful of cum. Then we’ll switch.
Fuck me! All of you!! (if you’re a big, uncut black dude, that is).
Fuck YOU, Perre.
Asswipe. You were spoofing me, weren’t you, assmunch?
Fuck with the bull, and you WILL get the horns!
No that was me.
Oh, wait. I have multiple personality disorder, don’t I?
Go choke on a cock and die, spoofer.
Heh, I said ‘spooff’.
I speak from experience. With choking on cocks.
Eat me, jerk-off.
You’re just some liberal lefty loser living in his mommies basement and blaming “the rich” for all your failures!
I can’t stop thinking about cocks and mouthfuls of cum.
But at least I’m not a faggot.
Eat me, jerk-off.
I’m just some psychotic wingnut loser living in his mommies basement and blaming “the gays” for all my failures!
From now on, no one is allowed to post on this thread but me and my multiple personalities, you lefty liberal loosers!
Yeah I guess you are. Typical lib–blaming others for his failure to self-actualize, then go crying to Daddy Government to help him. What a loser parasite! And you don’t even have the balls to talk to me under your own screen name!
Yeah I guess you are. Typical wingnut–blaming others for his failure to self-actualize, then go crying to Daddy Rush to help him. What a loser parasite! And you don’t even have the balls to talk to me under your own screen name!
I’m a gay felcher, I’m a gay felcher,
Felchin’ out that cum, oh yum yum
I’m a gay felcher, I’m a gay felcher,
Here comes some now
I was just a boy when I threw away my toys
And found a new pastime to dwell on
Whenever I detects them there of the faggy sex
I play the game I do so well on
I am NOT posting comments too quickly!
[refrain]
Stupid Moonbat. I guess this should be typical behavior from an Obama cultist who jacks off onto his YES WE CAN poster. Moron.
This is the best thread ever!
Stupid Republican. I guess this should be typical behavior from an Bush cultist who jacks off onto his MISSION ACCOMPLISHED poster. Moron.
The Democrat Party–the Party of Niggers, Illegals, Jews, Parasites, Sodomites, and White Moonbats.
Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich. Malkovich? Malkovich!
The Republican Party–the Party of Old White Men, Closet Queens, Frat Boys, Godbags, Psychopaths, and the Morbidly Obese.
Ever try oral sex with a miniature rubberized homo-replica?
Oops…I’m not supposed to actually SAY “nigger”. I’m just supposed to blather on about Zimbabwe and South Africa and some obscure part-time asshole professor from nowhere who doesn’t like white people and go “hmmmmm” until the moonbat fags get my drift.
I wants me one ‘o dem XOJ-37 Nuclear Powered Pan-Sexual Roto-Plookers!
Take me seriously!!!!! (Stamps little foot as tears well up)
Niggers niggers niggers niggers niggers.
THERE, I said it! I’ll say it again–NIGGERS.
Dipshits.
Actor212, is that you spoofing me, Jewboy?
Faggots faggots faggots faggots faggots.
Will one of you homos PLEASE rape me?
Please???
And stop spoofing me or I’ll….I’ll….I’ll…..
Well, you’ll be sorry, I guarantee it. Bookmark this, libs.
Typical lib–blaming others for his failure to self-actualize
And stop spoofing me with that faggy new age jargon, too!
It is you, isn’t it Actor212?
Or is it “You Can’t Put Lipstick on a Repig?”
I’ll get you back, either way.
Troofie, I told you upthread. It’s ME spoofing you.
Or is it that liberal fag, “The Fool?”
I can play better blues guitar than you, you wuss!
Admit who you are, spoofer. Admit your true identity, or prepare to be totally and utterly humiliated like the little girly fag you are!
Do you live in your mama’s basement, spoofer?
It’s me! I admit it! I’m the spoofer!
No you’re not, you liar! I am!
It’s me, only me, and it has been all along.
Here, Troofus, Troofus, Troofus. Here doggie! Come humiliate me! You can do it, yes you can!
*kissy sounds*
Respond to my post, libs!11!
All I can say is punk music sucks ass!
Which, not coincidentally, is something it has in common with El Cid.
Why have I lost my smugness today? Usually I can at least act like I know more than anyone else. Must be an off-day. I think I’ll go off and cry in the corner now.
You know, except that punk music sucks ass only metaphorically, since it doesn’t have a mouth and all, while Cid, well let’s just say Cid’s got some serious shit breath.
Maybe if I put my Fool mask back on I can get my asshole mojo back. Up on the downstroke, punk bitchiz.
No, the crawling despair is still there. Help me, please.
That is why I hate punk music.
Smugness? No, the phrase you’re looking for, moron, is sense of superiority.
If you would like to see my supriority, and hence your inferiority, manifested, well just state an opinion on something. Since the odds that you get it right are low, I will correct you and all will be right with your world.
Hey, stop talking about that liberal fag The Fool! This thread is about ME, ME, ME!
Actually, I’ve boned several punk chicks but I’m not proud of it because the average punk chick just ain’t that hot. But sometimes a man’s gotta do what (or whom) a man’s gotta do. Am I right boys or am I right?
Here’s an opinion:
“Caution (Do Not Stop On Tracks)” is the worst song ever written, except for the part at the end that sounds just like Sonic Youth.
DO NOT think about the Fool’s up on the downstroke technique the next time you have sex!
DO NOT think about the Fool’s up on the downstroke technique the next time you have sex!
DO NOT think about the Fool’s up on the downstroke technique the next time you have sex!
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DO NOT think about the Fool’s up on the downstroke technique the next time you have sex!
DO NOT think about the Fool’s up on the downstroke technique the next time you have sex!
Now, repress my toast!!
That wasn’t me in the last 45 comments. Stop violating my 1st amendment rights by spoofing me !!!111!!!
[Yes, 45 comments.]
Not the worst song ever written but certainly one of the Dead’s worst songs. But cherrypicking a song off an experimental psychedelic album is just kind of not getting the point anyway.
Sonic Youth? Hahahahaha. I’ve partied with Sonic Puke and they’re a bunch of pussies. Sounds like Sonic Youth. That’s hilarious.
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Stop spooging me, liberalS!!~
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I meant spoofing!!1
That’s not me posting the repetitive up-on-the-backstroke messages but it does warm my heart to see that my message has gotten through to at least one St00pid punk bitch with, undoubtedly, a very grateful wife or girlfriend
At least The Fool takes me seriously. Let’s meet somewhere, big boy. I need some of your patented up on the downstroke technique so bad.
Oh yeah dude, its “backstroke” not “downstroke”. I feel so, so sorry for your old lady.
Why are you sorry for my mom? I pay rent! I don’t just live in her basement for free, you know!!!
Oops, I didn’t mean to say that.
By Richard Henry Lee
The global warmists have yet another embarrassment on their hands.
The Catlin Arctic Survey was the brainchild of British explorer Pen Hadow who organized an expedition to trek to the North Pole to highlight how global warming was melting the Arctic ice cap. But his quest was thwarted when Mother Nature responded with fierce winds, bitter cold temperatures, and just plain lousy weather which destroyed ice measuring equipment and hampered resupply efforts, which at one point, left the team close to starvation.
While the Hadow team was struggling on the ground, a German expedition was measuring thicker than expected second year ice from the comfort of an aircraft with advanced monitoring equipment. They reported that this second year ice was up to four meters thick, rather than the two meters they expected.
Meanwhile, a Russian expedition simply drove to the North Pole in trucks which might be described as Humvees on steroids, with none of the discomforts the Catlin team experienced. But the Russians were more interested in oil than ice thickness. The Russians want to stake a claim to the oil rights in the Arctic Ocean while the Catlin team wants to save us from oil.
The problems for the Catlin team began shortly after they were airlifted to a point on the ice north of Canada about 942 kilometers from the North Pole. A fierce storm arrived with high winds and cold temperatures of -40 deg C which took a toll on equipment and the team. The high tech ice measuring equipment broke down along with the data communications equipment. The three person team also suffered from the brutal conditions and one of the team members had frostbite. As a result the team only covered a total of 434 km, which is less than half way to the pole.
Instead of measuring ice electronically, team leader Hadow had to drill holes in the ice and measure thickness with a measuring tape the old fashioned way. And instead of a large number of ice thickness measurements, the team could only drill so many holes each day.
The loss of the ice measuring equipment meant that the team could not transmit ice thickness data back to headquarters continuously as planned. But this loss also meant that another part of the program had to be scuttled as well. The CAS team had planned to place the ice thickness data on their website and then have school children around the world plot the data during the journey north. As the team ventured north and the additional sunlight melted more ice as temperatures rose, they expected there would be ever decreasing ice thickness and the school children would no doubt be convinced of the need to do something to save earth from the ravages of global warming.
Arctic weather also adversely affected resupply efforts by air, and twice the team had to subsist on emergency rations while waiting. The latest resupply aircraft arrived ten days late when the team was subsisting on near starvation rations of 1,000 Calories per day and had only one meal left. The team normally consumed 6,000 Calories a day while trekking north.
There were barrels of jet fuel left on the ice during this resupply effort. The resupply aircraft had positioned a cache of fuel on the ice so they could then refuel at this halfway point on the next trip. But bad weather prevented the plane from landing there and instead the aircraft had to load additional fuel tanks on the plane to make this resupply before the team ran out of food. There is no word on what happened to these barrels after the team left.
The CAS team was led by Hadow (whose full name is Rupert Nigel Pendrill Hadow). The other team members are Ann Daniels (who was the cook) and Martin Hartley, a photographer. Hadow performed the scientific studies.
HRH the Prince of Wales was the Patron for this expedition. The Prince of Wales is, of course, Prince Charles, heir to the British throne and well known environmentalist.
The team pulled sledges containing their supplies as they skied northwards. On one occasion, they had to swim 50 meters while wearing immersion suits due to an opening in the ice. The report from the ice on April 18 notes:
The emergence of open water at this stage of the survey is typical for this time of year and will become almost a daily occurrence towards the end of the expedition.
But after April 18 up to the end of the expedition, open water was not a daily occurrence and the team had to swim no more, perhaps because there was too much ice.
The team did not see any polar bears but did find bear tracks at one point. The team apparently brought a firearm along just in case, since their website refers to firearms training. Such a practice is common with Arctic explorations since polar bears are known to attack people. It was fortunate that the team did not have to shoot any polar bears they were presumably embarking on this expedition to save the bears.
The CAS made their trip at a time when the Arctic sea ice extent is recovering this year and is close to the historic averages for May. This recovery apparently reflects less melting due to cooler than average temperatures. Over the past several years, the amount of multi-year ice has been decreasing so it will be interesting to see if the summer melt will be lessened and more multi-year ice develops.
The team did release their initial “scientific data” which covers March 1 to April 14.The first samples apparently came from multi-year ice with thicknesses ranging from 5.2 meters to 2.0 meters thick. Further on, they found only first year ice about 1.8 meters thick. There is a caveat that these results are for “Measurements biased for undeformed ice.” This presumably means that the team drilled only on flat ice. These thickness values seem consistent with first year ice.
Plus, the CAS team stated that they were surprised that they did not find more multi-year ice instead of the largely first year ice they encountered. But as noted in Watts Up With That, the team was in fact trekking in an area of largely first year ice so the results are not surprising. Plus, the initial measurement of 5 meters is consistent with second or multi-year ice that the German expedition found.
With all the concern about the environment, we were surprised that there was no data released by the CAS about the extent of their carbon footprint for this expedition. So we decided to do it for them.
By using fuel consumption data for the De Havilland DHC-6 Twin Otter aircraft along with cruising speed and distances, we estimate that 84,000 lbs of CO2 were released into the atmosphere by the aircraft alone. There would be additional CO2 from flights from the UK to Canada.
The Russian expedition, by comparison, was far more environmentally friendly. We estimate their trucks released about 22,000 lbs of CO2, or about one quarter the amount of the CAS.
The bottom line is that the Catlin team did little to advance the knowledge of the condition of Arctic ice. But they did show that the Arctic weather can be brutal, cold and dangerous.
I hate Daddy Government regurelations, bitches!!
Now, repressed but post!
By Edward Olshaker
Imagine it’s 1940, and picture Adolf Hitler speaking at a US university, receiving a polite reception, while Winston Churchill is barred from speaking because his safety cannot be guaranteed.
It’s unthinkable, yet the very same pro-fascist dynamic is a reality in 21st Century America.
Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu comes to America knowing he is a second-class citizen who is denied the free-speech rights enjoyed even by prominent jihadists, having been violently prevented from speaking on campuses in the US and Canada in recent years.
Protestors at Berkeley, the campus once synonymous with the term “free speech,” forced the cancellation of Netanyahu’s speech there, as well as two subsequent speeches, in November 2000. The Jewish Bulletin of Northern California reported:
Hundreds of protesters shouting “Support the Palestinians, choose a side” and “No free speech for war criminals” blocked the gate leading to the Berkeley Community Theatre Tuesday evening, forcing the cancellation of a scheduled speech by former Israeli prime minister Binyamin Netanyahu.
Additional talks by Netanyahu that were scheduled Wednesday and Thursday in San Mateo and San Rafael were subsequently cancelled.
Waving banners reading “Zionism=Nazism” and “End U.S. aid to Israel,” the crowd was estimated at more than 500 by the Berkeley Police Department and at 200 to 250 by observers…
The vitriol that greeted Netanyahu at Berkeley only worsened in the ensuing years. Anneli Rufus of the East Bay Express recalled that in 2001:
…Students for Justice in Palestine had become large enough to stage a high-profile sit-in at UC’s Wheeler Hall. The group had demanded that the regents divest from companies with significant holdings in Israel. When the regents failed to respond, dozens of group members chained shut nine of the building’s twelve doors. They formed human chains to block two of the remaining doors and ushered students out of the building through the last door. Professor Gordon, who had an important class scheduled that day in Wheeler, burst through the chain of students only to be showered with spit and hit by a student…
Later that year, 23-year-old Aaron Schwartz was walking toward the Hillel building as part of an obviously Jewish group celebrating the annual holiday Simchas Torah. According to accounts in The Daily Californian and the Jewish Bulletin of Northern California, one onlooker mocked the procession by goose-stepping in place, chanting “Heil Hitler,” and performing the Nazi salute. After punching Schwartz in the face and knocking him to the ground, the man and his two companions strolled away.
But many remember spring 2002 as the season the screaming really started. On spring break, someone hurled the cinderblock through the front door of Berkeley’s Hillel Center, scrawling the words F— JEWS nearby…
The same mentality was on display in spring 2002 at San Francisco State University, where pro-Israel students and elderly Holocaust survivors trying to hold a rally were stopped by violent protestors screaming “F– the Jews,” “Jews, go back to Russia,” “Too bad Hitler didn’t finish the job,” and “Get out or we’ll kill you.”
Threats of “we’ll kill you” appear to have led to the logical next step in the recent violent death of 38-year-old pro-Israel activist Daniel J. Kliman in San Francisco.
It appears that present-day northern California is to Jews what Mississippi in the early 20th Century was to African-Americans-the epicenter of explosive hate-although the same bigotry permeates much of the academic world.
That would include Concordia University in Montreal, where Netanyahu was prevented from speaking about the war against terrorism. Daniel Pipes, writing in the New York Post on September 17, 2002, described the violent scene:
… he never made it onto the campus – because a thousand anti-Israel demonstrators staged a mini-riot with the intent of preventing him from speaking…
The anti-Israel forces physically assaulted the would-be audience…
They smashed a plate-glass window and threw objects at the police inside.
They hurled furniture at police from a mezzanine. As Toronto’s Globe & Mail
put it, “By lunchtime, the vestibule of Concordia’s main downtown building was
littered with paper, upturned chairs, broken furniture and the choking
aftereffects of pepper spray.”
The police, saying they couldn’t assure Netanyahu’s safety, canceled the event…
Pipes noted a revealing contrast involving another speaker the same week:
On Thursday, Hanan Ashrawi, the former spokeswoman and colleague of Yasser Arafat, went to Colorado College in Colorado Springs to give a keynote speech at a symposium on “September 11: One Year Later.”
Protestors noted that Ashrawi is smack on the side of America’s enemies in the War on Terrorism. For example, while the U.S. government formally designates Hamas a terrorist group, Ashrawi states she doesn’t “think of Hamas as a terrorist group.” Also, she considers Israeli civilians living on the West Bank to be “legitimate . . . targets of Palestinian resistance” — that is, legitimate targets for deadly violence.
Yet the protestors did not block the terrorist spokeswoman from expressing her opinions (a mere year after the 9/11 attacks), and she is just one of countless pro-terror speakers who are welcome on US campuses. Sheikh Khalid Yasin, a convert to Islam, has been invited to numerous colleges to preach that terrorism is justified, homosexuals should be murdered, and Christian missionaries in Africa are injecting people with AIDS. Terrorists Bill Ayers and Bernadine Dohrn, of course, have never had to worry about efforts to shut them down at the universities where they teach.
Little wonder that when the genocide-espousing Iranian president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad spoke at Columbia University on September 24, 2007, the event did not seem out of the ordinary. His politely received speech was hailed by many observers as a fine display of one of the noblest ideals of institutions of higher learning -the free exchange of ideas.
Hardly anyone in the media noted that, the day before he departed for America, Ahmadinejad re-emphasized the two most heartfelt ideas to which he and his regime are dedicated–“Death to America” and “Death to Israel,” emblazoned on signs in a military parade over which he presided.
Were the deaths of America and Israel debatable propositions? For many in the academic world, the answer apparently is yes. After all, they would tell us, that’s what universities are for. Let all views be heard.
All views, that is, with certain exceptions, including the anti-terror message of the prime
minister of Israel.
Now address my popsicle stick!
By Randy Fardal
“We’ll call this one Barry,” I said to my neighbor, as we smiled and continued to watch the trapped ground squirrel. By now, he was oscillating frantically from one end of the cage to the other. No, it wasn’t redneck criticism of the way President Obama looks or sounds; it was a thoughtful reference to Mr. Obama’s suicidal foreign policy.
I started trapping ground squirrels when our neighborhood became infested with them. Yes, animal rights activists, I know — “Blah, blah, blah”. (Sigh)
Before you rodent worshippers launch paramilitary missions to free any I’ve trapped, please realize that I’m not the sinister Boris Badenov, and ground squirrels aren’t Rocky. Some carry plague fleas. Consequently, civilians are encouraged to trap ground squirrels in residential areas, and after one has been caught, it is unlawful to release it alive — even in Berkeley.
A colony also earns its pest status by turning the landscape into an HO-scale mining area, as local residents are learning. Ground squirrels probably attract rattlesnakes too.
After successfully luring a few of these yard rats into my cage trap, I ran out of bait, so I reset the trap and left it next to the woodpile. My bait is apple cores, so I simply need to get more apples. Then I’ll eat one and toss the core into the trap, beyond the trip plate. As a side benefit, recycling apple cores probably gets me at least some atonement for my countless sins against the cult religion of Leftism.
Today, while I was awaiting a new shipment of apples from the grocery store, one squirrel somehow managed to get caught in the un-baited trap, and that’s the point of my story. As an amateur political observer, I instantly equated the hapless squirrel to Barack Obama, and joked about it with my neighbor. The trap represents foreign dictators and terrorist organizations. Just like Mr. Obama, the squirrel gave everything and got nothing in return. Not even a dried out apple core.
We’ve seen this before, with similar results. Former president Jimmy Carter walked into the same allegorical trap with virtually all of his foreign policies. Even after he left office, Carter foolishly helped the Clinton administration arm North Korea with nuclear weapons. Like Mr. Obama, he gave everything and got nothing.
Perhaps my trapped squirrel — “Barry” — naively believed I would honor his altruism and stop terrorizing his fellow squirrels. Walking into my trap, he thought, would demonstrate that they mean me no harm.
Think again, infidel. We will settle for nothing less than total extermination of your entire colony. Your weakness only encourages us to press on in our quest for total victory.
Sounds just like something an Islamic terrorist would say, doesn’t it? After all, they think the rest of mankind carries some sort of theocratic plague, simply by being non-Muslim. Diplomacy will be about as effective for my trapped squirrel as it will be for Mr. Obama.
Some psychiatrists and political analysts say that Mr. Obama suffers from narcissism. Such behavior can be caused by an inferiority complex, and the Obama foreign policies certainly appear to be symptomatic of a patient with that neurosis too: Sensitivity to criticism, blaming others, endless apologies, bowing, unilateral concessions…
Could that be the reason my squirrel surrendered? Was he anxiously seeking praise and adoration from the skunks and possums? Was he ashamed of his colony and subconsciously wanted to help me destroy it?
Suppose thousands of other ground squirrels previously had risked or sacrificed their lives to capture and imprison some deadly venomous snakes. Would this low-self-esteem squirrel leader release them into his colony’s burrows? Our dithering Mr. Obama apparently wants to do that with the Gitmo detainees.
As a candidate for top squirrel, my trapped critter might have preached last summer at the varmint equivalent of the Brandenburg Gate. Throngs of intoxicated skunks, possums, and sleeper cell vipers would have cheered wildly when the candidate promised to release the snakes into his own burrows. But later, as elected leader, my squirrel would get only condescending laughs when he asked those same skunks and possums to accommodate the killer snakes in their burrows too.
Here’s another possible explanation for my ground squirrel’s irrational behavior: Some irresistible but invisible bait attracted him. For instance, he might have been drawn into the trap by the residual scent of the female squirrel I caught yesterday. If that’s the reason, I suppose we should have named him “Bill Clinton” instead.
Like my trapped squirrel — and Bill Clinton — perhaps Mr. Obama is lured by something that the rest of us don’t see. That brings us back to the narcissism theory. Is Mr. Obama so self-obsessed that he would sell out his own country to solicit artificial praise from foreigners that secretly hate and want to destroy him? If so, he’s pursuing admiration that’s invisible to normal people because it doesn’t really exist.
Well folks, I can see by the rising moon that it’s time to take my trapped squirrel for a little swim at the local pond — Chicago style, which includes the cage. I was unmoved by his impassioned teleprompter oratory, though I was quite pleased to accept his magnanimous apologies and diplomatic concessions. He even bowed, but later claimed he was just trying to shake my hand.
My eradication of these furry fleabags might seem cruel to some, but I’m only following my government’s instructions, just as Hamas members follow instructions from their leaders. I obviously have no nuclear weapons or even a shoulder-fired missile launcher, but most Leftists will be more upset by my actions than those of the human exterminators in Iran, North Korea, Hamas, or the Taliban, even as Mr. Obama walks into their traps.
Oh yes, we remember the time this one loser came backstage drunk and proceeded to piss all over himself while calling us pussies.
By Victor Sharpe
The phrase “Two State Solution” has been embraced by politicians and journalists alike, repeated endlessly, and touted as the panacea for a “just and equitable” solution to the Israel-Palestinian conflict.
It has assumed the repetitious role of a muezzin’s call to Islamic prayer. But it is based on erroneous geography and history; on a mixture of wishful thinking, naiveté and a brilliant Arab propaganda campaign of disinformation and falsehood. To understand why, it is necessary to learn a small but vital chapter of Middle Eastern history.
Shortly after the conclusion of the First World War and the total defeat of the Turkish Ottoman Empire, which had ruled most of the Middle East for 400 years, Britain was made trustee by the League of Nations for the whole of the geographical area known as Mandatory Palestine. Incorporated within the Mandate was the 1917 Balfour Declaration, which specifically referred to the historical connections of the Jewish people with Palestine and to the moral validity of reconstituting within it the Jewish National Home.
The British Mandatory power, however, arbitrarily tore away 80% of the Palestine Mandate in 1921 giving it to the Hashemites, a Bedouin tribe with links to Mecca. Only the land west of the River Jordan remained from the original territory promised to the Jewish people as a National Home.
Jewish residency was immediately forbidden in all the lands east of the River Jordan, which in time became known as Trans-Jordan and then as the Kingdom of Jordan.
The U.N. Partition Plan of 1947 created two states, Jewish and Arab, which were roughly equal in size. But these two states were to occupy only the remaining western geographic area of Mandatory Palestine – from the Mediterranean Sea to the River Jordan – barely 50 miles wide and a mere 20% of what now remained of Mandatory Palestine.
This plan was accepted by the Jewish leadership with deep reservations but as a pragmatic solution to the plight of the 850,000 Jewish refugees who were being driven from Arab lands at the time of Israel’s rebirth.
The miniscule size of the state was also reluctantly accepted in order to facilitate the absorption of the surviving Jewish remnant still languishing in the European refugee camps following the Holocaust.
The State of Israel, thus reconstituted in part of its ancient and biblical homeland in May, 1948, was immediately invaded by seven Arab armies in order to completely destroy it and drive the surviving Jews into the sea.
The Jordanian Arab Legion, led by British officers, occupied the eastern half of Jerusalem along with Judea and Samaria (the West Bank), driving the Jews out of their towns and villages. In the south, the Egyptians occupied the Gaza Strip, similarly driving the Jews from their homes.
The Jewish state astonished the world by surviving the Arab aggression. The Arab states, however, totally rejected the existence of a Jewish state in the Middle East and an uneasy armistice remained in force routinely broken by acts of Arab terror.
In June, 1967, the Egyptians, Jordanians and Syrians, launched a new aggression against Israel with the avowed intention of annihilating it. Israel defeated her Arab enemies in six amazing days and in so doing liberated the eastern half of Jerusalem, along with Judea and Samaria (the West Bank), from the Jordanians. At the same time, Gaza was freed from Egyptian occupation.
Despite subsequent and repeated offers by Israeli governments to give away territory in return for a true and lasting peace with the Arab belligerents, the Arab world continued to support terror and refused to accept a Jewish state within the Middle East.
Interestingly in April, 2009, the Holocaust denying leader of the Palestinian Authority, Mahmoud Abbas, Israel’s supposed peace partner, rejected any willingness to accept Israel as a Jewish state; a sure indication of the falsity of any Arab claim to live in full and lasting peace with Israel.
True, a peace exists today between Israel and Jordan and between Israel and Egypt but it is a frigid, cold and precarious peace with neither Jordan nor Egypt truly interested in full and mutually beneficial relations. Thus ends the history lesson.
The creation of a Palestinian Arab state within the mere 50 miles separating the Mediterranean and the Jordan River is a recipe for war and for the piecemeal destruction of the Jewish state. Such an Arab state will more than likely soon fall under the control of the Islamist Hamas movement, itself a branch of the Muslim Brotherhood, which seeks a worldwide Islamic Caliphate. Gaza, and what is has become, is living proof.
The Iranian mullahs, perhaps now armed with nuclear weapons, will have a command and control base within the territory given away to the Arabs. They will be ensconced in Gaza on the eastern shore of the Mediterranean Sea, interested in launching ever more lethal terror against what is left of Israel and threatening Europe.
Israel will again be reduced to a nation a mere nine miles wide at its most populous region. When President Bush was still Governor of Texas he flew over Israel’s tiny width and remarked, “…why, in my state we have driveways longer than that.”
That is the most likely outcome of the current proposed Two State Solution west of the Jordan River, which the Obama Administration is pushing with the flawed zeal of a misguided zealot. But to truly create a just and equitable solution to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, I propose a Two State Solution on both sides of the River Jordan.
To repeat: The present day Kingdom of Jordan occupies four-fifths of geographical Palestine. This territory consists of the land east of the River Jordan, extending north to Syria, east to Iraq and south to Saudi-Arabia.
Compared to Israel, it dwarfs the Jewish state yet it originated in an act of unprincipled perfidiousness by the British government of the day and remains an Arab state that has from its inception forbidden Jewish habitation within its borders, even though it includes territory promised in Britain’s 1917 Balfour Declaration and by the League of Nations as a Jewish National Home.
Jordan’s population is currently made up of 75% Arabs who call themselves Palestinians with the remainder being Hashemite Bedouins. As it is exists on land originally forming four fifths of Mandatory Palestine, and as the population is three fourths Palestinian Arab, it follows that the “just and equitable” solution to the creation of a Palestinian Arab state should be within the present day Kingdom of Jordan and, therefore, east of the River Jordan.
The Arabs who call themselves Palestinians and who choose to remain in Judea and Samaria should be required to end all terrorism against Israel – hardly an onerous demand – and by finally living in peace could flourish within an Israel whose territory would now formally extend west from the Jordan River to the Mediterranean Sea. That would still only be a distance of barely 50 miles at its widest. The United States in comparison is some 3,000 miles wide.
Israel would now formally give up 80% of the originally mandated territory but would now possess all of her biblical and ancestral Jewish lands – with the exception of biblical Gilead east of the Jordan River, which is in present day north-western Jordan.
If there is a desire within the international community to truly arrive at a “just and equitable” solution, then this would be it. Of course, if this was a perfect world, it would satisfy historical, geographical, religious and ethnic considerations. But, alas, it is anything but a perfect world and the fanatical desire among so many Arab and Muslim nations to wipe out all vestiges of a Jewish state is, perhaps, insurmountable.
Nevertheless, it can do no harm to raise it in the corridors of power and promote and articulate it forcefully as a truly “just and equitable” solution.
When Israeli Prime Minister arrives for his fateful meeting with President Barak Obama on May 18, 2009 it is unlikely that this solution will be raised. That is a shame because the accepted wisdom now exercising the minds of Obama, the neo-libs who surround him, his problematic advisors, and the legions of people around the world who have succumbed to the churning mills of the Arab propaganda machine, is that there exists a people called Palestinians with a distinct history who lived in an independent Arab state called Palestine.
It is a lie, perhaps one of the greatest scams in history, swallowed in direct proportion to the amount of times it has been repeated. It is a fraudulent history of a fraudulent people in a fraudulent land.
Indeed, there has never in all of recorded history existed an independent, sovereign Arab nation called Palestine.
Here are the words of a local Arab leader, Auni Bey Abdul-Hadi, speaking in 1937 before the Peel Commission, which was considering partition of the Palestine Mandate, west of the River Jordan:
“…There is no such country as Palestine! …That is a term the Zionists invented! …There is no Palestine in the Bible.”
Professor Philip Hitti, the Arab-American history professor at Princeton, said in unambiguous words before the 1946 Anglo-American Committee:
“…There is no such thing as ‘Palestine’ in history, absolutely not.”
President Obama has made it crystal clear that he is not prepared to let such inconvenient truths deter him from his strange obsession in forcing through the creation of a terror supporting Palestinian Arab state during his term of office.
He intends to shower the Arab and Muslim world with favors. No favor could be more eagerly snatched at than that of the Israeli democracy abandoned by this American President to the tender mercies of the ever circling mullahs, imams, dictators and oligarchs.
And as the President prepares to leave on his strange mission to Egypt to give a speech to the Muslim world he will also no doubt ignore the fact that from the Al Azhar University in Cairo spews forth a constant stream of Islamic hatred towards non-Muslims; those they call “infidels.” Doubly strange that President Barak Hussein Obama should choose Egypt whose government controlled media routinely drips anti-Jewish poison
For Binyamin Netanyahu, May 18th, 2009 may therefore, to paraphrase Dickens, be the best of times and the worst of times. He may surprise us yet by being a leader not made of petroleum jelly, but one who finally stands up to President Obama and simply says, No.
After all, the stakes are harrowingly high – the very existence of modern Israel. But it is worth doing the right thing, or as Mark Twain put it:
“… always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.”
This is very important news about regulation! Don’t let The Fool or punk bitches derail my important trantrrumz!!
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Now address my paste!
Actually we are a bunch of posers who can’t play our instruments and write shitty smartass “art” songs. Thankfully there are plenty of st00pid punk bitchiz out there who are willing to play along and pretend they like our music. We sure do act cool though — you have to admit. Anyone that acts as cool as we do must be a pretty good band right?
Can someone tell me if the above diatribes are worth reading. I am not that masochistic.
Yes!
They are VERY IMPORTANT!
I cut and pasted them myself!
FYWP, I was trying to share some pretty important and relevant insight about both spoofing and regulations. :-\ But I mistked it.
Now, regress the most!
(Also, maybe read the squirrel one, you never know!)
I’m such a bore, I make The Truth look like a good read in comparison.
hello gocart mozart! don’t bother to read the long ones, just like the Washington Times, they are a waste of column inches.
Read the one about squirrels. It could be important. Also, deregulate.
Can someone tell me if the above diatribes are worth reading.
The one about the team running into cold weather above the Arctic Circle was absolutely rivetting.
Totally exposed the Global Warming hoax.
So, no, don’t bother reading it.
Can we get a re-ban and mass deletion for the biggest loser on teh internets?
kthxbai
“In The Kingdom #19” off of EVOL is fucking legion. That song kicks the next 14 generations collective asses.
Ahhmadinejad Can Speak on a US Campus, But Netanyahu Cannot said,
Don’t respond to my posts.
Windblown Dentistry is Theft.
you don’t need a weather-vane to know which way the windblown dentistry blows.
Reading long ass comments on Sadly No is theft.
Threadjacking: the Interwebs equivalent of psoriasis.
It’d be SUCH a shame if the mods just nonchalantly deleted all that hard troll-labor with a few little clickety-clicks, hmmmmmmmm?
It’s old math but it still holds true:
Trolls = Toe-rags
Mods = Gods
Hey jim,
Agreed. Or, at the very least, delete the scroll-trolls. That kind of vertical bloat that is just totally ignored in the first place (tl;dr!) is even more pointless than 50 one-lining spoofs. (Which might have contained a chuckle.) It sort of even looks like it worked. (Or it’s 10:30 eastern and Starbucks kicked him out.)
Also,
Loosely on topic: Make Bozell mad and laugh at this http://www.hulu.com/watch/50395/family-guy-the-freaking-fcc
Momma always said not to look in the sight of the sun, oh but momma that’s where the fun is.
Don’t worry. I’m one of the good guys. I got the troll to go through his record collection looking for that song I referenced above. He’ll eventually come back to explain how libby-libby wrong I am.
In the meantime (Helmet ain’t punk): Have you seen what the wind been done to my barbecue. Dentistry is theft, also.
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FYWP
Another Saturday night, another mutual masturbation society:
http://yfrog.com/12badgersaj
I got some money ’cause I just got paid.
I wish I had someone to blog to. I’m in an awful way.
Hey Stinking Badgers,
What would make that screenshot more fun/depressing is to zoom way out so you can frame up a section of 50 or so contiguous badger posts. Not all browsers do this.
Badgers! We don’t need no stinkin’ badgers!
Haven’t really been here much lately, thought I’d check in.
Okay, checking out again.
S,N: Please reconsider your no-ban policy. I have nothing else to say.
Thank you for that grab, Stinking Badgers – I just tried doing one of the old-fashioned piefilter grabs and my internet connection went tits-up long enough that you put that up and all. Somebody needed to do *something*!
So – anybody who’s seen the “content” of this wankfest – is it random key mashing yet? As our friends across the various ponds say, I can’t be arsed to find out.
Seen on another blogüe:
That said, consistenly treating the bloggers and other commenters as idiots who act in bad faith (and to be sure, I don’t think that the commenter in question has established such a pattern of behavior; far from it) is, in the fullness of time, likely to get you banned. This is what happened to The Fool…
I pity the Fool!
I didn’t realize The Foobar was such a promiscuous troll. I hope it’s a part-time job.
This sticks to my craw in a rather bad way. That whole post does. I’m not even close to a regular LGM reader, and I have no idea what their commentariat is like. What bothers me, though, is that it’s not entirely clear what they mean by “trolls”. I suspect they aren’t referring to trolls like our Troofie, rather I get the feeling that there was a bit of a circular firing squad over the guest poster, or something specific that was said. Maybe I’m just used to the way things are here and at like-minded blogs, but talking about “contracts” between bloggers and commenters just seems like a rehash of that stupid “online integrity” bullshit from years ago.
Moar snark plz, less scolding.
Also, hasn’t Dr. Zen posted here before? I never remember him coming off as someone who would get banned, much less someone who would get lumped in with The Fool.
Stinking Badgers said,
May 17, 2009 at 4:47
In the unlikely event that anyone is surfeited with badgers, you can edit Fred Ludd’s “SN Badgers” script for variety, replacing the line
badgerimg.src = “http://www.sadlyno.com/archives/badger2.gif”;
with
badgerimg.src = “http://www.sadlyno.com/wordpress/uploads/2008/10/angry_pelican.gif”;
But you’ll always come back to badgers.
LGM wants interesting comments instead of stupid ones, which is fair enough. The Fool’s trolling was masterfully dense.
http://www.haloscan.com/comments/farlio/2989350850785641893/
My god, what the fuck happened here?
Can we pave this over and pretend it never existed?
Jellied Giant Squid with Dressed Red Leicesters
Ingredients:
4 tablespoons authoritarian giant squid, crisped
1 bunch Red Leicester, fresh
1 pound scale of dragon
5 jars broken convict cichlid liver
2 cups vanilla
4 pinches paprika
Adhesively begin praying. Cream the giant squid with a really big mallet. Use a food processor to stir the scale of dragon with the Red Leicester. Pour resulting concoction over the giant squid. Find some Lillet and drink it. Fresh the convict cichlid liver, vanilla, and the paprika dissimilarly. Pile the latter combination on to the former. Bake for 118 minutes. Serves 14 extracurricular enemies with emotional stomachs.
Badgers, all the way down, biting my teddy bear!
Daddy sends hugs!
Wow, what gives with all the dancing badgers in this comment thread?
What the FUCK, people?! Are you trying to encircle the globe in dancing badgers?
Man, this place can get wierd.
Holy schmoley, I misspelled “weird”. Think I’ll have to give up my Farnsworth Wright fan club membership.
You folks bitching about this thread, you got nothing to complain about. I just scrolled through the whole fucking thing on a Blackberry.
If there’s a rule against painting monkeys, then who painted the one on the sign, huh? Huh?
It was a long time coming, but Green Eagle FTW.
Agreed. With that, the thread can safely be locked up and never added to again.
Yipes. Leave the internet for just a few hrs. & it goes straight to hell.
“It’ll be a long time before your dad & I leave you all alone on a Saturday night again.”
“Vögeln” is perfectly legit (and smirk-free) as the dative plural of “birds.” Like a lot of German nouns, it has two plurals — one for the nominative and accusative cases, and one for the dative case.
Redress my coasts, libs!
Undress my loss, cribs!
4 tablespoons authoritarian giant squid
How can you tell the Archeteuthis sp. you have is, indeed, authoritarian?
You folks bitching about this thread, you got nothing to complain about. I just scrolled through the whole fucking thing on a Blackberry.
The gadget or the fruit?
Yeah, and Schwanz just means tail, right?
Pfft.
The problem with berries is the display. I only blog on melons and squash.
Now dress my roast!
Live and direct from Balloon Juice: The Wingularity is Nigh!
Press my toast, gibs!
Molest my goat? Dibs!
Fret my motes, squibs!
Arch a teuthis, squids!
A Two State Solution – on both sides of the River Jordan said, May 17, 2009 at 3:34
Your narrative has become tiresome.
Go peddled your Zionist bullshit elsewhere.
I think the Two State Solution is what the modern Republican Party is aiming to have as their electoral strategy. I’m thinking they’ll end up with Mississippi and Alabama.
I’m thinking they’ll end up with Mississippi and Alabama.
Minus the coastal areas, of course. We couldn’t allow a hostile nation anything resembling a viable navy.
Don’t forget us, GOP! We love torture, money, and Jesus too!
Ummm, not in that order, but maybe.
Would you like to patent the badgers? I CAN HELP!
Badger patents! Get your badger patents today!
We love torture, money, and Jesus too!
Yeah, but your Jesus is an off-brand version.
Don’t forget us, GOP! We love torture, money, and Jesus too!
And your (our) Republican governor just joined the Obama admin.
It’s not as straightforward as all that – It may be that the biggest thing keeping the Pubbies in power here is the gerrymandering. There is a high proportion of throwbacks, but not as high as it looks.
Yeah, but your Jesus is an off-brand version.
From the point of view of the Redoublechins nationwide, this is true – and when it comes to a head, Utah will bolt from the elephants. Hee hee
This thread has been up for a long time now and there hasn’t been even one PENIS. Yet.
There’s nothing Jesus loves more than a war of choice.
there hasn’t been even one PENIS. Yet.
And yet, it’s been utterly dominated by a dick.
McManus speaks for me. Read more Trollblog.
J– speaks for me.
Deep Thought:
On Topic and Off Topic have the same acronym, yet OT is taken to mean the latter. It is the goal of all surrealist commenters to render ambiguous these warnings of the polite linking blog reader. This can only be done by swinging the meaning of OT for a spell. By my estimations, it will require no more than 110,000 troops and a Holy Bible for every tenth man. (Potable water optional.) Other holy texts may be subjected to golden showers.
What a thread. I’m sure somebody feels spent today.
FYWP?
I spent hours trying to scroll through this blog on a strawberry.
Made more sense that way, actually.
Well, if there had to be a designated troll-slapping thread, at least it was one in which the topic was monkey-painting and linguistics, rather than a serious issue to be distracted from.
Seen on another blogüe
I followed this link, which led me to a Spencer Ackerman post, in which he cites the following:
and approvingly notes:
Blog proprietor-commenter interaction as counter-insurgency. Awesome. You know that warm, cozy feeling small-town inhabitants in Norte de Santander get when the Colombian military rolls into town? That’s what I feel right now.
You know what woudl make this thread really, really, really suck ass? If it had a soundtrack comprised of all punk music.
Hey maybe all you st00pid punk bitchiz should start a Sadly Blow house band. You could call yourselves the Butthole Suckers.
Uh oh. Sounds like this guy didn’t read the sign (link NSFW in Italia).
This has been most entertaining. As an Old Guy who happened upon the online scene back in the day when VIC-20’s were in vogue and some of us burned up our credit cards exploring fictitious caves on CompuServe, it takes me back to the Glory Days of Computing when Apple, Atari, Commodore, and IBM afficianados would have at each other with such insightful comments as “Atari Rules!” and “PCs Suck!”
Even then, one could differentiate those who might have meaningful contributions to enlightened conversation from those who might not by their overuse of the letter “o” in the word “lose.”
Interestingly, if I go back to my earliest Usenet archives, I can see that the Internets showed early promise for two things: flame wars and porn. It’s good that we’ve made so much progress!
I followed RB’s link to the LGM thread. I really wish I hadn’t. Brought up many questions as to personality type, and none of those questions are actually worth spending any time on. And so: blart.
It does explain why foolie has been so prevalent though; he’s got fewer playgrounds open to him.
Seems to be driving him bonkers, too.
Also.
May you be stroked by a thousand frantic surrender monkeys!
Ideas, newsletter…
Where do I sign up?!?
Badger patents! Get your badger patents today!
Sett the badgers free, sez I.
Also, badgers don’t need patents when they have Letters of Marque.
Must test something…
Now is the time on Sprockets when we dance, ja?
You ignorant sod!
That was no typo. It is well-known that German monkeys are rigid iconoclasts, who will riot if painted, or otherwise reduced to images by the profane.