Happy 4-20!!!
Above: Dirty Fucking Hippie
I hope everyone remembered to toke it up today*. Or ‘seig, heil’ Our Hitlery of the Liberal Fascist Ganjakopfs. Or something. Anything. Personally, after a few hits from the bong, I like to snort a line of fetal stem cells off a gay stripper’s ass and then ululate, at the peak of my buzz and the top of my lungs, a fatwa against America and apple pie. Then I poop on the flag. But the fact of the matter is, your mileage may vary.
Above: Stoner
Anyway, I’m all about passing around the good shit… especially since it, like, is easier than thinking stuff up of my own to post, you know?
Bloggingheads sucks. It sucks immensely. It sucks utterly. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I wish it had never happened, and I wish it would die.
All it’s done is to make blogs seem like C-Span 2 only more interminable. It’s fucking stupid […]
the site ends up reinforcing the ridiculous notion that every issue, like torture, or unprovoked war, or global climate change, has “two sides.” The high school debate model of public discourse has been so perverted as to become itself a perversion. I shit on it from a great height. Fucking Erick Erickson telling Jane Hamsher “I don’t believe watrerboarding is torture”… Jane did a great job cornering his smarmy Cracker Barrel night manager ass, but what the FUCK! Why is this even the topic of “polite” conversation, online or anywhere else?Nobody is ever outraged, passionate, venomous — it all reinforces the asinine and debilitating notion that political debates are some sort of polite parlor game.
Kevin Drum has decided to go all Lanny Davis on us and tar the “liberal blogosphere” as sexist.
[…]
Drum doesn’t post the portion of McArdle’s rant which discusses the thing which set her off — Roy Edroso’s hilarious Village Voice article which ridiculed 10 right-wing blogs, including McArdle’s. Perhaps Drum realizes he couldn’t repeat McArdle’s gripe against Roy with a straight face, or on a full stomach, while simultaneously feigning ignorance of any reason for disdain of McArdle. […]
When I bash McArdle in the future, I’ll send my critiques to Kev beforehand to make sure I don’t offend. Sure, that would involve employing a double standard, and a sexist one at that, but I know Kev, like Lanny, has got the best interests of the liberal blogosphere at heart.
And D^2:
[O]ne can’t help but notice that Michael Ledeen’s doctrine that “Every ten years or so, the United States needs to pick up some small crappy little country and throw it against the wall” is taking on rather a new meaning these days; just as every kid has to touch a hot stove and everyone with a computer has to lose their files before they learn to back up, every generation of policymakers appears to have to learn by doing, at someone else’s expense, the limits of offensive war as a tool of foreign policy.
Sadly, yes. [exhale] That’s a real bummer….. So, who wants to order pizza?
* Or, according to this post’s time stamp, yesterday. But wait – maybe this post is from tomorrow. Whoa. Think about it, man.
That Hitler-y part of 4/20 has always turned me off the whole thing. I know the origin is much debated, but I can’t help but think it’s a practical joke.
I spent 4/20 hiking trails around Woodstock, VT. When you reach DFH Level 21 you get the power to transubstantiate common grass into dank bud.
WordPress is a narc (are we still doing that?)
Or wait, you didn’t mean that in reference to the fact April 20th is his birthday, did you.
It’s not like I didn’t “celebrate”, it’s just that I don’t tie it to the date.
c’mon, adb. I meant to tie the supposed connex to Hitler’s b-day with Jonah’s silly thesis.
They say there are always two Sith lords at any one time, right?
http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/04/20/pope.visit/index.html
The fact is, I posted this at what is likely the end of the last thread.
I hope you don’t mind, a different brad, but on the wordpress sucks thread the other day, I related your story about how you were surfing the toobs one day when suddenly, everything went black, and when you came to, wordpress was raping you, while haloscan pointed and laughed.
When you reach DFH Level 21 you get the power to transubstantiate common grass into dank bud.
dude, you’re my hero.
4/20? Are we talking about the celebration date of the birth of American Patriot of the USA of America, Don Rumsfeld? I hope when President George Willard Bush wins this election, he brings Mr. Rumsfeld into his cabinet at some level, like Secretary of the Exterior (I’m pretty sure that’s the one who deals with invading other countries) as he’s one of those genius guys *without even having to take any drugs to get that way*!! As evidence, I submit the following evidence as evidence:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/player/nol/newsid_7350000/newsid_7357300/7357322.stm?bw=nb&mp=wm&news=1&ms3=6&ms_javascript=true&bbcws=2
I celebrated the 20th by going to bed and sleeping most of the day, then getting up at 4:30 to get ready to come back to work.
The Marathon’s tomorrow. I’ll get home around 8, then sleep through most of it. I won’t see anyone who finishes in under 5 hours.
A-fucking-men. A person who says “Let’s have a debate about the merits of something that has no merit” is just a pathetic bacon streak who knows he’s more full of shit than a truck stop toilet. “Waaah, I tried to have a reasonable debate about something completely abhorrent and they shouted at meeee!”
Boo-fucking-hoo. Come here, let’s debate the merits of greeting strangers with a kick in the nads rather than a handshake. Hey, where are you going muthafucka? I’m just trying to have a reasoned debate.
/rant
4/20 reminds me of meatheads ripping bong hits all day in the next door dorm room and becoming even more annoying versions of themselves. So I never cared much for the “holiday.”
Also, I completely missed the “Hitlery” quip and, since I’ve been paying way too much attention to politics, confused myself for a minute trying to figure out what the hell Hillary Clinton had to do with anything. . . ugh.
*reaches for legal exotic smoking pipe (the type with water)*
I celebrated by smoking a bowl before going to my McJob, then came home and smoked a bowl and drank a little rum. Yeah, it’s always a party at Chez Coelacanth. HTML, I usually poop on the flag immediately after doing the line of fetal stem cells but, as you said, it’s a different high for everybody.
Tonight’s the last John Adams episode. I’m sure gonna miss those wacky, quizzical expressions Giammatti decided to make every 3 minutes or so.
Okee. I mentioned my own unofficial observance of the date to explain my slow on the uptakeyness.
No problem, Jennifer. Did you also mention the time wordpress forced me to smuggle a suitcase nuke across the border, in my butt?
Y’know, I tried using iced fetal blood in the bong, but after a couple hits that shit starts to smell so bad you miss week-old bongwater.
I stayed up way too late last night with a beautiful russian woman with spectacularly long legs so I have been laying around and napping all day. On days like this, the pipe is most definitely your friend…
mikey
That sounds just awful. However did you manage to persevere?
“The fact of the matter is”?? “THE FACT OF THE MATTER IS???”
Dude, you miss such a perfectly obvious chance to Ruppert up the post?
I’m so disillusioned.
But didn’t I?
In Soviet Union, legs walk you!
Sorry, it was either that or a crack about how long it took to inflate her.
Sycnronicity??? The moment I looked at this post, I was watching a DVRd episode of the show “numb3rs”. On of the characters happened to mention the Fabulous Freak brothers. I think I need more wine
I don’t know what Thers is going on about. I am most certainly outraged, passionate and venomous…usually all at the same time. Pretty much all day long. Certainly while I’m blogging. This is what 8 years of Gooper Rule have done to me.
Dirty fucking hippy, indeed. And I’ll thank WordPress in advance for letting this post get through.
I’m sure gonna miss those wacky, quizzical expressions Giammatti decided to make every 3 minutes or so.
Yeah, and what’s up with the dude playing George Jefferson? He’s not even black! They expect me to buy that?
Man, I’ve got to be the only person in Berkeley without the means to celebrate.
WordPress beat the joke into the ground.
Who’s the DFH on the cover of Freak, anyway? He looks familiar but I can’t place him.
4/20? This is April? Fuck, am I ever late for an appointment.
Yeah, I know it’s 4/20.
What goddam YEAR is it????
mikey
I’m sure a buncha you youngsters are getting lots of enjoyment not to mention mileage out of this thema. If only you kids could comprehend what it was like… I can only speak for myself but back in the day, see, I used to get high on life. Then I built up a tolerance.
Keep on truckin…..
PS – I actually met R. Crumb! No shit! I didn’t know who he was until later though.
Come here, let’s debate the merits of greeting strangers with a kick in the nads rather than a handshake.
Alas, that is truly the only remedy for these fools. Of course, then it’s all “Boo, hoo, you’re a meany, mean meany!” Then again, if you kick ’em in the nads hard enough, you ought to be able to get in at least half your argument before they get a chance to catch a breath.
Fuck yeah! Who else have you met?!?! Tell us more!
R. Crumb illustrated my hormonal alter-ego. Devil Girl. She looks just like I feel sometimes.
A poster of Crumb’s melty head dude used to scare me worse than the boogey man.
Yes, I was raised by DFHs, why do you ask?
I just found out that we’re in the twenty-first century! That is like so fucking weird.
Ohhh. I’m shrinking again.
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Hooray for celebrating George Takei’s 71st birthday!
I hope he got to spend it with a nice sweaty basketball player.
The sad part is that I probably would go on Bloggingheads if I got invited. But I’d bring a bong.
I met Sam Houston. I walked up to him and asked him how he was doing, and he just stood there and didn’t say anything. I thought he was being an asshole until I noticed he was a statute.
Now that I think about it, he was more of a statue than a statute, but he could have been both.
Yeah, me too. I always wanted to do a decent version of it — the McSadly Group, a hastily assembled discussion of current events, blah blah blah, with ourselves portraying wingnuts more accurately than they can portray themselves. Or, a more serious one, where it’d be the real left (theoretically allowable since Bob Wright claims to be on the liberal side) blogger versus a Sensible Liberal (which would at least move the Overton Window). But of course both of these scenarios fly in the face of the true purpose of BHs: to legitimate the wingnut position by implying that it is an equally valid (equally intelligent and moral) viewpoint as the Left’s.
Personally, I’d love to go on it if I could face Yglesias or Klein or Drum or Bob Farley.
The Marathon’s tomorrow. I’ll get home around 8, then sleep through most of it. I won’t see anyone who finishes in under 5 hours.
It speaks to something about the puritan heart of America that it is not only accepted, but applauded, if you chose to get high by running 26 miles when there isn’t even anything chasing you!
Since we don’t have cable, HBO’s Adams mini-series is at the top of my Netflix Saved queue. Abigal Adams was my first real political hero… anybody else here old enough to remember those blue-bound ‘Childhood of Great Americans’ books from Landmark?
If it helps, I also got to read Wonder Warthog in the original (my dad’s moto-sickle mags). Yes, I was the offspring of a sci-fi-reading biker and an English teacher, both of them history geeks. Not as unusual a combination, back in the 1950s, as the Repub Revisionists would have you believe…
The idea that there are two sides to any story is one of the most harmful ideas in human philosophy, true or false?
Discuss.
Anne Laurie – finally someone else who remembers those books! I read all of them, starting tearing through them in second grade (yes, I was a geeky little kid). I would read one or two a week – I think I liked the Virginia Dare one the best.
Damn, I googled it and those aren’t the books, at least they don’t look like the books I remember and since Amazon has them listed as for grades 9-12, it’s highly unlikely those are the same ones that were in my elementary school library. The quest continues.
the Clinton-Obama photo challenge. This is superior photoshopping.
is poking the bot permissible here?
Jennifer: I started with AbeBooks, which gave me hits for “Louisa Alcott, Girl of Old Boston” and “Abigal Adams, Girl of Colonial Times” from Bobbs-Merrill in 1949 and 1962, which seems about right. Both of these were written by Jean Brown Wagoner, who is also credited with “Jesse Fremont, Girl of Capital Hill” and “Jane Addams, Little Lame Girl” (?!?), all in the ‘Childhood of Famous Americans’ series. Not much content description in these listings, but the older books seem to have been bound in orange, not blue, and the ‘Landmark’ seems to be an invention of my 40-year-old memories. However, since JBW’s “Martha Washington” biography seems to have changed subtitle from “Girl of Old Virginia” to “America’s First Lady” between 1947 and 1992, I would not be surprised if the new unfamiliar books with their junior-high grade ratings were reissues, possibly with some extras, of the silhouette-illustrated volumes we remember… (yes, Young Persons, the dumbing-down of America really is such that biographies marked to primary school kids during the early 1960s would be rated for today’s tweens. Don’t blame us, blame the Repubs who’ve been in charge of the most important school boards since the mid-1970s).
No smot to poke:(((((
Out here in the swamps of Jersey, the locals treat the stuff as if it would get you imprisoned and shackled to the wall Monty Python-style where you dream of getting spat at in the face.
I had better luck in Moscow. Freaking Moscow. I was there for a week.
Been in Jersey a year. No sound of bubbling joy. Just crickets.
Just another in the litany of reason to hate Jersey.
Oh, and I also had better luck in actual Jersey.
The Channel Island. Cool cows. The best ice cream EVAH.
The people here in Nouveau Jersey suck. Fucking Kohr Bros. and fro-yo.
comsympinko said,
April 21, 2008 at 8:48
Oh, and I also had better luck in actual Jersey.
The Channel Island. Cool cows. The best ice cream EVAH.
The people here in Nouveau Jersey suck. Fucking Kohr Bros. and fro-yo.
Ouch, man. That’s not the New Gerbil I remember from 1984-1991. Sad, sad, sad. Is there still any decent calzone?
Max Renn–
Oh yeah.
We have approximately seven thousand Italian restaurants within a one mile radius.
Calzone? Ohhhhh….yeahhhhh….
But they’ve given up the gelato and custard to Rita’s and teh boardwalk shite.
Criminal.
whoa, man, pelicans. fuck.
We had a record show on 4/20. My haul:
Pink Floyd – Wish You Were Here;
Tom Waits – Swordfishtrombones;
Zeppelin – Houses of the Holy;
Joni Mitchell – Song to a Seagull;
Little Feat – Feats Don’t Fail Me Now.
How, oh how, did I miss Wish You Were Here lo all these years. Anyway: 4/20 rawked.
I went to a local record show on 4/20. My haul:
Pink Floyd – Wish You Were Here;
Tom Waits – Swordfishtrombones;
Zeppelin – Houses of the Holy;
Joni Mitchell – Song to a Seagull;
Little Feat – Feats Don’t Fail Me Now.
How, oh how, did I miss Wish You Were Here lo all these years. Anyway: 4/20 rawked.
what?
Holy shit, Anne Laurie – those are the books. I’m completely aghast that books I started reading in fricken’ second grade are now being recommended for grades 9-12!!!!! I mean, shit, I was a precocious reader but damn. At this rate, in 50 years no one will be able to read.
Thanks for pointing them out to me – I’ve been wondering about these books for 20 years now. Especially now that my nephew is about the age I was when I first started reading them – I’m trying to get him to do more voluntary reading and thinking that the books that first caught my interest might catch his.
Jennifer: Ah, the wonders of web-based capitalism… 20 years ago we’d have had to haunt used bookstores nationwide in a probably-vain attempt to find such mementos of our geeky childhoods… now I’ve ordered my two favorites (Abigal from NM, Louisa Alcott from MN) to be delivered to my very doorstep…
HTML,
Does this explain the lack of level 22 DFHs?
Smoke me!
Especially if you’ve got glaucoma.
Or muscular dystrophy.
Or Lyme’s Disease.
Or epilepsy.
Or arthritis.
Or nausea.
Or hypertension.
Or just some spare time & a desire for a good buzz.
I was gonna comment on this post. But then I got high.