I think my favourite part of the article was the glee at there being no media in Somalia to watch US Special Forces. Because oversight and accountability must be bad things.

that picture is just awesome.

I see your Sgt. Slaughter and raise you Hacksaw Jim Duggan!

Suffice it to say that the Vietnamese Communists stumbled on a winning strategy…

Otherwise known as “fighting in one’s own country.” Sheesh.

But why limit this to journalists? Permanently embedding the entire population of the United States in military units would greatly facilitate the government’s ability to shape public perceptions, provide much-needed social discipline, and solve persistent recruiting shortfalls. And with a military force of 300 million, we could easily launch successful invasions of Belize and Tahiti.

In other words, we can look forward to the day, very soon, when we look forward to unbiased, even-handed journalism from al-Jazeera to balance out the propaganda on the US networks.

Hey, wait a minute…

In the future, sissy journalists who don’t act as propagandists for United States foreign policy will be killed.

Hey HEY HEY!!! Let’s not forget about domestic policy. Sheesh.

Do the hammerlock, you turkeynecks! Do the hammerlock!

On totally unrelated news, I think I have just fallen in love with Rufus Wainwright.

Sorry to break it to you Jillian, but he’s infected with teh ghey.

But teh, I *love* my men infected with teh ghey! It just makes me love him even more.

I was reading some interview with him online somewhere, and when asked if he had a fag hag, his response was that he had a “fag harem”. I would soooooo join that harem!

Am I not allowed to fall in love with gay men?

http://www.bostonwrestling.com/ironsheik.html

The camel clutch is your god

Now I’ve got a question, Jill: what do you call it when a gay man has a ton of lesbian friends? Because that’s me.

we call you for drinks, teh, because you know all the kwaziest peoples!

But Rufus used to be a titman

Rufus is a titman
suckin on his mommas gland
suckin on the nipple
its sweeter than the ripple wine
you know its gotta taste fine

Marco Polo craved the spice and silk,
N’ Rufus craves the momma’s milk …
no moo cow, no billy goat
is gonna get the baby’s vote
come on momma
come on and open up your shirt
yea you got the goods momma
come and give the little boy a squirt

for my lungs and for my liver
i do definitely fear
i like to suck on cigarettes
and drink the wine and beer
the doctor says im oral
and i believe its true
son you look so satisfied
i envy you

so put rufus on the left one
and put me right on the right
and like romulus and remus
we’ll suck all night.

oh come on momma
come on and lactate awhile
yea look down on us mom
and flash us a madonna smile

Now I’ve got a question, Jill: what do you call it when a gay man has a ton of lesbian friends? Because that’s me.

I call it a gay man with even better taste than is to normally be expected, of course!

I dunno….there’s no similar term of endearment, is there. Dyke dog? Butch Buddy? Doesn’t quite have the same ring, does it.

And frankly, if your lesbian friends are hot, I might just be the tiniest bit jealous….all the beautiful and interesting people live so far away from me lately. Thank goodness it’s summer vacation at last.