Well, my plan worked. Everyone is gone and there is nobody to read/write entries. All mine! mwhaahaahaa. Anyway, it’s been awhile and I just wanted to start off by telling everyone that they are gay.
For news, well, I ran into a long lost brother: III dog. I was standing outside of an academic building dreading the fact that I had to go to class and up walks the one the only. But, does everyone know that grad school is for fags? This shit blows and if you ever feel any inclination to lead a more fulfilling life and escape your wage slavery–don’t. Yes, that’s right. You have an eyewitness that is telling you. Live an unfulfilling, selfish life. Work, put in your eight hours, go home, and forget about what hell you just went through. The beauty of work is that you can leave it at the office if you want. Grad school is gay. I’ve actually decided to do my reading for once and now all I do is fucking read. Read, Read, REad. And, some may say, “well, that guy is lucky. He is enlightening his brain and reading interesting stuff.” Well, if you think that is the case you are sorely mistaken. Nothing is interesting in my course of study. I mean, does anyone find gender roles in Antebellum (pre-war) America interesting? No, only man-hating lezzies. Well, I guess I miss not reading cool stuff and listening to people talk about it.
On another note, all the nay-sayer can eat a big fat because the Giants won the Super Bowl. Yep, that’s right, Giants. As for shit-talk for upcoming events, Red Sox are looking to defend their championship. Unfortunately, I’ll be stuck watching the National League suck the big one.
Anyway, I’ve got to go eat dinner at 7 -11. Ahh, the good life.
And I do mean annihilate. This movie, “Beyond the Ring” is the stuff studios get wrecking balls taken to them over. If you love inexplicable slow motion, fake accents, worse fight scenes, and terrible knock-off Korn music, your movie has finally come to fruition. Oh, and add in a whopping dose of Gary Busey (like there is any other kind of dose of Gary Busey).
WOW! Consider my face melted. I had my reservations about joining that MMA class down the street, but now that I know I have the opportunity to make $300,000, save a little girl from a deadly brain tumor, AND bleed my own blood, I will be first in line tomorrow morning to rock that dojo.
I may not be the fastest, strongest, or most skilled, but Hollywood has taught me all I need is heart. Heart, and an older black man as my mentor (preferably a blind one, but I will take what I can get). Oh, and a chiseled jaw, and a girl who is dating the king of the dojo who is taken by surprise for her strange new feelings for the dashingly handsome upstart in the MMA world.
Before I get ahead of myself though, we do need to list a few of the highly egregious fouls this movie commits.
1. Tossing in a useless sub-plot to tug at the heartstrings of the .5% of the population who will see this movie. I mean, seriously. Come on. Am I supposed to believe this guy is fighting to raise $300,000 to get rid of her brain tumor. First of all, if this little girl has no insurance, I am sure her bills have far surpassed that figure by now, and she hasn’t even had the surgery yet. So, the main motive for your movie is out the fucking window from the get-go, congrats.
2. Stating in your movie that your, “sport” is the most dangerous, most important, most famous, etc…etc in the world. This is something inferior movies about inferior activities must include in at least the preview to get people to come watch. I cannot recall watching a baseball, football, or basketball movie where there is some painful line going out of its way to state the obvious. We know it is the World Series, Super Bowl, or NBA championship, because we know and care about those sports.
Yet when you get a movie about MMA for example, you must listen to some dumbass line such as, “This is the most dangerous profession in the world”. Yeah, behind soldier, deep sea diver, police officer, fire fighter, astronaut, blogger, and so on. Get over yourself MMA.
3. Making me wish Jean Claude Van Damme, Steven Segal, or Gov. Schwarzenegger would make an appearance. They don’t even need to do much, maybe a roundhouse kick here, a chop to the neck there, or even a terrible one-liner in some phony Austrain accent. Anything to save me from the abomination this movie became.
Mmmmm, milk. It’s delicious. I used to think everyone drank milk at the rate me and my family did, however it turns out a lot of people either do not like it, or cannot handle it. Both these groups of people are non-savages. Milk is delicious bovine nectar, here to quench my thirst, kill my hangovers, and ease my mind.
We all remember the, “Got Milk?” ads, and all the puns that were made on them in the mid-90s. Yeah, they might have been stupid, but the message was real. If your bow-legged ass had drank some whole milk between the ages of 3-5, maybe you would be a couple inches taller and be able to reach the steering wheel. Its true, milk does a body good…
There are kids who claim they don’t care about anything, and only their music, or their poetry can cure their ills. WRONG! Fucking retards. These are the kids who mommy and daddy have to drag to the dentist every other day because junior wont brush his teeth. Or little Jimmy has to go to the dermatologist again because he won’t shampoo his hair and the psoriasis is starting to bother other children. If parents start these kids lives with proper milk consumption…
…they can be saved from turning into this…
Milk really can cure all of society’s ills, just give it a chance. Fuck peace Lennon, it got its chance.
Do you have what it takes to not shatter your arm? Only 5,000 yen per play!
How weak do you have to be to break your own arm against an arcade game? Isn’t this the country that spawned martial arts? You’re slipping Japan. Send in the reinforcements…
Bring on the milk! That’s a full gallon!
This arcade game style punishment reminds me of my last trip to a video arcade; the site of the, “unpleasantness”. I was wrecking, “Time Cop” and may have gotten a little carried away when the helicopter bombed my ass. “Honestly officer, the next thing I remember is seeing red, waking up with police tape all around me, and Chuck E. Cheese lying in a pool of his own blood.” I was lucky to get off, because if I have learned anything from Law & Order, it’s that insanity defenses rarely work, Jack “Attack” McCoy is surprisingly dapper in a real life courtroom, oh and bringing fake ballistics reports to the interrogation will get even the most hardened criminal to fold.
I really hope they do not keep these games out of Japanese arcades for long. The Japanese have already taken down Godzilla, yet how are their kids supposed to train for a Sylvester Stallone rampage? See how you like it Japan, when Sly rolls in on his big rig, and snaps everyones arms because they don’t drink milk, and this game was taken out of circulation. Trust me, it will happen. Will you be prepared?
this is the first week of school. fucking worst. doing all the work for none of the money as… per… usual. worst. oh well, as we all know, the first week of fall semester means one thing above all others — girls with tans in their fresh threads. yup that’s right. all over the place. william and mary had dorky ass tanned chicks in fresh threads. when you saw them, you were like, “hey, how did that roast turkey escape from the window of boston market?” now, i’m at a dif. place and the ladies are way dif. way hotter and… wait for it… younger.
you know it’s bad, but it feels so right. my mind’s telling me no but my body, my body’s telling me ye-e-es. (if you don’t know this line from the classic rkelly song, i’ll bet you had zero darkies in your whole high school. yup.) so, that’s what school’s about. sitting here and working and staring at 18-yr old girls… sad and deplorable, i know, but it’s what i’ve been reduced to and, truth be told, i’ll bet you fucks would do the same goddam thing. uh-huh.
braves are playing terribly. i think i’m going to have to say that this may not be their year. i hate to be pessimistic, but i don’t want to fool myself either. they’ll have two great games, and then 2 terrible games. they need starting pitching, and they don’t have it. it’s a shame, but i’m taking the long view. if they don’t win it all this year, it’ll make it that much better when they do win it — next year. just the same, with 30 games left, they’re only a few games out of the WC and the Divis., so hope is not lost just yet. nearly lost, but not quite lost completely.
the mets are fucking terrible. i hate everyone on their gay team. i hate their black coach (not cuz he’s black, though), and i hate their speedy baserunners. i hate the mets and i hope their plane crashes. i’m dead serious when i say this. nothing would make me happier than if omar manaya, jose reyes, carlos beltran and david wright got run over by a bus and then gored by a bull right in their respective junks. seriously. they’re so bad, and i hate them. good thing they’re getting destroyed by the phillies every night this week on my tv! pla-zow!!
speaking of soooo bad, i hate the red sux. dankkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, you know better than to think they were winners. now, it’s crunch time, and manny has gotten some “injury” (aka yeast infection) and papi is too busy looking like a black and even more deformed andre the giant to hit homeruns. … … this is me trying to think of some other redsux to make fun of… … … wait a minute… … … they got nobody else. their team is made up of two power hitters and a million other foreign or geriatric also-rans. i hate the redsux, and they’re getting their just deserts by getting destroyed by the YANKEES two games in a row. bla-zam!! a-rod can hit, and manny and papi should learn something about class from him.
i got a fantasy football team, and i’m in a pickle. i am in a league with several of my professional superiors. this is fine, but i know more about football than them, so i’m torn between letting them win for the guan-shi (aka asskissing) or beating them back to the stone age just cuz i can. i think the former sounds more likely, but i haven’t decided. my team includes, among others, the following destroyers:
“Fast” Willie Parker —
Clinton Portis —
Alge Crumpler —
Tom Brady —
and many more villainous football rascals. get ready for a season of destruction, i’ll say to all who challenge me. i prefer baseball but have no problem embarrassing anyone who asks for it on the gridiron as well.
what i’m really looking forward to about football season is a) colder weather and b) fishing. the summer sucks cuz it’s hot and it’s hard to make the fish bite. when it gets a little cooler, i’ll get back to my main aquatic pastime, and then the deluge of fishing pictures will begin anew. prepare yourselves while there’s still time.
two nights ago, i broke off my toof. it broke off fo rizzeal. for the previous three days i had thought i had something between a couple of my teef, and i had been flossing like a mad man. then, the other night i was eating some delicious pretzels (honey mustard and onion flava) and felt something strange. i had broke off (and subsequently injested) by own toofus. it was delicious as it, too, was coated with the honey mustard and onion flava’d powder, but when i put my tongue into my toof’s former place of residence, i felt nothing but a terrible sink-hole. my toof was, how shall i say this, gonnnnnnnnn!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! it was so freaking scary. i was so freaked out. i thought my whole head was going to implode or something, and i’m almost sure it had nothing to do with how blazed i was. just the same, i went to the dentist the next day, and he told me that i had to get a crown… so i did… now i have spent 800 bizones, and i feel nobetter than i did with my old (obviously flawed) toof. this brings me to the main point of this paragraph. i have no idea what dentists are all about. on the one hand, i think it’s good to take care of this stuff before it gets out of hand (as in this particular case) but at the same time, why would you go to the dentist if your toofuses don’t hurt? after all, if it ain’t broke… (you can finish this sentence, surely). in my case, it was broke. it being my toof. and now it’s back. i have a dynamic, space-age toof now, and i will chomp the fingers of anyone who questions my oral hygiene. fyi, this is what a crown looks like
don’t question me when i say that i will verily chomp upon your fingers with my radioactive toof of fury.
last topic for the day — blogs. i was teaching class, and one of my students was saying, “well, you can’t believe anything you read on blogs anyway.” i replied, “sure you can. you just have to read the right blogs.” this was my gut reaction, and i would stick with it. blogs are only as reliable as those who write them. in our case, i think this is a bit different. we don’t write this shit because we want to convince people that we are a) smart or b) cool. in fact, most of the time, these blogs are dedicated to our real loserocity. this is, i think, what makes our blog different from the blog-herd currently polluting the web. everyone else is out there preaching about this or that important issue but really saying very little that matters at all. we are talking about pegasii, tv shows, fake marriages, and other meaningless, non-sensical bullshit, but at least what we’re saying means something to us. i mean, at least when stoney writes something, he knows roughty, twitch, dankklkkkiel and i will like it. when i write something, i know they will like it. when roughty writes something, he knows we’ll like it. when dankkkkkkkkkkkkkk writes something, he thinks that we’ll like it, (and though he’s usually wrong, we like him anyways sometimes). so, my point is that dankkkkkkkkkkkkiel is cool even though his blogs are not, and we are all losers who write the worst, best blog in the galaxy. just kidding. this blog sucks, and nobody should ever waste their time reading or writing anything for this crap-chunk.
Vick better hope Ren doesn’t get a crack at him, that motherfucker is crazy. Not Dank crazy, but just as liable to fuck you up.
Well, the latest celebrity to blindly defend Michael Vick and his douchbaggery is the knucklehead Jaime Foxx. You can read his interview here.
Let’s review an excerpt:
“It’s a cultural thing, I think,” Jamie said. “Most brothers didn’t know that, you know. I used to see dogs fighting in the neighborhood all the time. I didn’t know that was Fed time. So, mike probably just didn’t read his handbook on what not to do as a black star.”
Sure, let’s give Vick a break, he is the true victim here. He was probably just unaware he faced “Fed” time for fighting and killing dogs. Now that I think of it, people usually do things they don’t think are illegal in hidden, dark, windowless places. Furthermore, digging graves to hide evidence shows me Vick and his hobbyists possess the clearest consciences in the tri-state area.
I think Jaime also let a secret slip to white America. Maybe I am in the dark here, but I had no idea a, “handbook on what not to do as a black star” existed. No-nos would most likely include, making it rain, firing your gun into the air outside a club, or masturbating to a porn DVD while driving your Escalade.
“I know that cruelty to animals is bad, but sometimes people shoot people and kill people and don’t get time,” Jamie continued. “I think in this situation, he really didn’t know the extent of it, so I always give him the benefit of the doubt.”
That makes sense. He’s young, rich, and can run fast, we should give him a pass. Because we all know he can’t pass. Ka-zing! The nation, according to these celebrity Vick supporters, is unfairly attacking Vick. Well I’m sorry. Sorry to hold him to the laws real citizens have to live by. I’m tired of this bullshit with celebrities getting off, or doing 1-2 days in jail.
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But then again, what do I know? I’m broke, never been on TV, and I don’t have boobs. Let’s listen to all these celebrities, sure I can trust them. As a matter of fact, I recall I voted for George Clooney for president in 04. People just were not ready in 04, maybe 08.
Similar to the blietzkreig’s lightning attack of speedy fast quickness, a foreign invader has conquered vacantly empty Blogres. The invading invaders advantageously took advantage of King Stoney’s debaucherous debauchery on a weekend retreat into the depths of the dark wooded forest of ghouls and plentiful fairy dust. The Minister of Defense, Roughty McRoughton, and his army of little green Alesman sensed the plot afoot and attempted to meet the insurgent infidels but was impeded by the River of COX’ s Dam break and flooding of the southern swamps of the South end of the Kingdom. The sole availabe resource to meet invader was the King’s Huntsman, SuitYourSelf the Busy, but the woodsman was off hunting the woods for herbs, berries, fish, and small game. Now, all that stands in the invader’s way is the Blacksmith, Twitch the White, also the Court’s Rebuter empowered solely with the title of Premier Commenter.
Travelin’ by day in their own land, the conquerors arrived in the early hours of Blogres and seized the Book of Savagery–the incredulous edict of the King and his court. With this powerful empowerment the invader gained total controlocity in the unthinking subjects longing for the gift of endowed savagery. They will now listen in dumbblankfaceirification to the holder of the Book of Savagery.
His Awesomeness, Chancellor Ixniamak, the head of the new government, has issued his first decree:
Mouth-breathing, grass smoking, wannabe Fuckenstein polska opposition like this will be eliminated:
Do not fear, my children, I will be victorious in battle
Your Loving Father and Chancellor,
We, the Royal Press, promise to bring you all the details. We hope we can bring you an exclusive of the Chancellor’s ceremonial Sulfuric Acid baby-head baptismal. We will exploit all means to bring you the most suffering, death, and destruction of any news organization.
–Morel the Destroyer–
Brought to you by Apple, Pickers of the Tree of Knowledge, (censored by the Committee to Kill the Human Spirit):
I’ve got one hand to type with, so it won;t be much. My one hand however will blow your proverbial loads with the profundity of my blogging wizardry. just returned from afar and am currently ‘sojourning in society’ (name that author) to the desperate delight of all you unsavage settled society sinners. in this jingle jangle morning without a tambourine i am inspired to waste more space on the blog. in my absence and natural objective disconnection combined with a previous feeling i must say we have all become lazy. we have relied on pictures to glitter our stories with extra sensory excitement. with that said, here’s some of that…
For all of us Americans. Yippee kay yay motherfuckers. oh yeah, james marshall served in the 101st till he broke his leg on a jump. Currahee! i know i celebrated in true american fashion on white man don’t pay your taxes day–i blew shit up.
p.s. i’m just going to start Dankknuggets’s weekly music video. it will however be more like whenever i get to it and i’ll prolly get tired after like three. oh, zack kim is retroactively part of this mini series, so i guess there’s one left. well, here goes…
p.s.s. just cause i’ve been out of contact for awhile– roughty, you’re a bitch. and who the hell is gn? and once again, roughty, you’re a bitch.
i have been delinquent lately and didn’t know about either of stoney’s guys’ debauchery. i wish i had, but politics is boring — even when it deals with blowww and hookers. i won’t vote for this guy any more now than i would have before i knew about the drugs and sex. until i meet a politician who will look you in the eye and say he’s never made a mistake and he never plans to make one, i’ll be fairly convinced i could do a better job governing myself than any of them could. i mean, jiuliani (or “orange” [in honor of his boy’s huge nose candy purchase] julius as i will call him from this day forward) doesn’t even know me. how the shit is he supposed to know what decisions are in my best interest? in the old days, way on back in the days of grunting, beards and hunter/gatherers, people would form a society to protect themselves from other societies (not to mention the ravenous sabre-tooth tigers, mastadons, etc.). i’m sure at the beginning of society, some guy was laying out, chilling in the cut, maybe reading a playboy and minding his own bidness, and the tribe leader said to him, “glork, you better get that firewood. the rest of us are counting on your lazy ass.” and glork was thinking, “damn, it was so much better when i could do whatever the hell i wanted to do without all these dicks bossing me all the time.” but you know what glork did? he collected the wood. because he needed the protection that could only be afforded by the society. nowadays, people don’t think like that, in my opinion. nowadays, people simply accept the fact that they were born into a society, and so that must be the best place for them to be. i stand that this is simply no longer the case. man has tamed the shit out of nature. we don’t have anything to worry about except snake bites and the occasional shark attack. furthermore, no human cares enough about me to attack me. what the shit would they even do that for? waste of a bullet. i won’t attack them either. i can grow shit in my back yard and eat dogs and cats and squirrels and shit if it really comes right down to it. no reason for me to mess with anyone. my point? glad you asked. society is no longer the same shizzazzle it was back in the day. individuals don’t really need to protection of a huge gov’t. besides, when people did need such protection — take hurricane katrina, for instance — where the fuck was our great society? thumb up the ass, watching the weather channel and drinking beer, wondering where the hell they’d move mardi gras to… and that was george w. that proves (for me anyways) that society can no longer perform its primary function — protection of its members. that’s the main reason why i haven’t, don’t and won’t vote. you be asking yourself, “well then suit, why don’t you just LEAVE and do your own thing if you don’t like the american way?” well, this is a good point. i wonder this about myself sometimes, too. i think it comes down to this. i gotta get mine. if i left right now, i’d be broke before i got to a place where i could really do my own thing for real. you gotta have money to make a real move. hence, the master plan — participate in society to as minimal a degree as is practicable until i save up some real green. then, peace out. merc on to someplace where i can do my own thing without worrying about what anybody says. part of this minimal participation is making it a priority to not vote. voting would lock me in. i would start to follow this shitstem and never be able to break out.
(ps — when you register to vote, you also have to fill out a draft card. i knew this was a shitty idea when i was in high school, and so i didn’t fill out the shit. therefore, i am registered for neither voting nor slaughtering brown people.) ((pps — the gov’t teacher in 12th grade tried to fail me for for not filling out the form, but i aced all her tests, so she didn’t have a leg to stand on.))
as far as breeding terrorism, i’m either too stupid or too smart to question the fact that all politicians have spin doctors (and i don’t mean the “2 princes” spin doctors). to reference a simile i made earlier, discussing politics is like going all in on a blind hand of poker. doesn’t make any sense because you know neither what you have nor what your opponents have in their hands. all i know is this: the golden rule is faulty. “do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” if we hurt the arabs, then we deserve to get sliced a bit, right? it’s the golden rule, after all. if arabs did bad things to us, they deserve to get bombed, too, right? it is in the golden rule. but then what? people all know the golden rule, yet bad stuff keeps happening. if people keep “doing unto others” based on what has been “done unto [them]”, we’ll all be fucking DEAD! this is not what i consider a good time. the golden rule doesn’t work. it just breeds recursive murder wars. neither the victor nor the loser is ever happy. everyone’s still got a bone to pick, and the killing continues. here’s what i propose. throw out the golden rule. adopt another rule. how about the one jesus came up with? how about “turn the other cheek”? how about “love thine enemy”? i mean, america is a judeo-christian nation, right? it says so right on the money. that means we all believe in heaven, right? that means that what we do down here makes no difference in the big picture, right? sure. because heaven is eternal, but life on earth is “but a blink of the eye.” that means, if some asshole wants to shoot us, who cares? they’ll go to hell, and we’ll be laughing our balls off, playing hop-scotch with john lennon in heaven. fuck this killing. for real. i am over it all for real. a guy from my high school just got killed. i was a total ass to him (roids, teenage hormones, popularity… you know), and now i will never be able apologize or slap him a high five and come back on the flip side. it’s fucked up for real. and the worst part — he thought he was doing right by his country! sad sad scene.
so, any of you who have made it through this post are all stupider for having read it. i award you no points, and may god have mercy on your souls.
now, go slaughter some people whose skin is darker than your own!! before they do it to you first.
and don’t forget to vote. in fact, vote three times. keep on voting and voting until you cast a fat, brown ballot in your pants.
Rudy Giuliani is the leading candidate for the Republican nomination for President, if you want to go by campaign donations. He is, if nothing else changes, the Republican representative for the highest office of our grand country. Rudy, however, has hit a few roadblocks by way of some dubious colleagues, who have recently been hitting the news on a string of sex and drugs. Love it.
Let’s look at the facts.
Exhibit A
Rudy Giuliani’s STATE CHAIRMAN for his campaign in South Carolina, Thomas Ravenel, was indicted on federal charges of cocaine distribution. Ravenel was also acting as Treasury to the State of S.C. at the time. Ravenel is the person who was supposedly in charge of running the campaign for Rudy in South Carolina, or at least acting as Rudy’s #1 figurehead and representative in S. Carolina. Ravenel was Rudy’s #1 boy in South Carolina, and he got straight busted for dealing cocaine. Dude is 44 years old.
“The millionaire is accused of buying less than 500 grams of the drug to share with other people in late 2005, U.S. Attorney Reggie Lloyd said.”, courtesy of the AP.
Does anyone here who reads this blog know what that means? Let me explain. 1 gram of cocaine is enough to last a normal person roughly 1 night of partying, some friends included. Anything more than that is for more people, or for a longer time period. There are 28 grams in an ounce, which is one of the primary “chunks” of big weight. As cool as it is to say, I’ve never heard or seen anyone dealing in “Keelos,” so that must be for the big boys only. Anyway, buying an ounce is a BIG fucking deal, probably costing you anywhere from 800-1500 dollars a smack. This dude got busted for “less than 500 grams.” 500 grams equals 17.8 ounces. I dont know what the next one under this bracket is, but its probably around the 1 oz mark, set for distribution. This dude was buying LOADS of cocaine, on the job, up to as much as 18 ounces. I don’t think he was going the whole way to the 18 mark, but I would bet some money on this guy getting a couple ounces at least. The guy is a millionaire, and he’s buying a shitload of cocaine….he’s probably going to get a lot.
In smaller, less important notes, he also spent a lot of time on taxpayer’s time in office working for Rudy’s campaign, getting his friends jobs and shopping for yachts.
So, I’ll sum up Tom Ravenel by saying he was a raging cokehead, distributing the spicy whiteness, using his office as a campaign HQ for Rudy (ethics violations??) and just being an all-around politician. Keep up the good work.
Exhibit B
Senator David Vitter, Republican from Lousiania, got straight BUSTED for rolling knee-deep in hookers with the DC Madam. The DC Madam had a big business, running girls for politicians and others in the DC area. She got busted and released her phone records. Vitter was on the list.
The thing that’s such a big deal about Vitter was that he was Rudy’s highest-ranking Republican supporter from the south. You know, down South they like it real conservative, and that’s just what Vitter offered.
“I’m a conservative who opposes radically redefining marriage, the most important social institution in human history,” Mr. Vitter, a 46-year-old Republican, wrote in a letter last year to The Times-Picayune, the New Orleans daily.
Anti-abortion, family values, no same-sex marriage, probably a fucking creationist….and a client for a high-end call girl service. Classic. This guy was supposed to be a big force for Rudy, helping him get past the neo-cons who don’t like their politicians to be pro-abortion transvestites. Well, folks, I’m sorry, but the leading Republican candidate is a pro-abortion transvestite. Are you reading this, Dad?
The icing on the cake for Vitter isn’t the DC Madam list, it’s that after that came out, this other Madam from New Orleans (Vitter’s old hometown) came out to say that SHE knew him too, and that he would come by and be “so nice” to her little army of tricks.
“As far as the girls coming out after seeing David, all they had was nice things to say. It wasn’t all about sex. In fact, he just wanted to have somebody listen to him, you know,” Maier said in an interview with the Associated Press.
At least Rudy’s boys are nice to their ladies of the night after the fact. Some might not be so lucky.
Conclusion
The only conclusion I can draw from these 2 back to back anecdotes is that Rudy is here to party. I’m sure the American people can get behind a guy who stocks his advisers and major supporting staff with major drug dealers and bordello frequenters.
Anti-Conclusion
Rudy uses 9/11 as a platform for candidacy, and also distorts facts to mislead people into stepping into line with partisan policies. Watch him deny that U.S. foreign policy breeds terrorism. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard that before,” he says. Did you read the 9/11 Commission Report? I didn’t but I’ve read quotes of it that state exactly that, that U.S. foreign policy in the Middle East pisses off a lot of people and makes them want to kill us. They don’t hate us because we are capitalist, eat pork, vote and kill the earth. They hate us because we fuck with them and their homies. Give me a fucking break.
Major quote from Bin Laden’s fatwa against the U.S. and ally:
“[t]he ruling to kill the Americans and their allies civilians and military – is an individual duty for every Muslim who can do it in any country in which it is possible to do it, in order to liberate the al-Aqsa Mosque (in Jerusalem) and the holy mosque (in Makka) from their grip, and in order for their armies to move out of all the lands of Islam, defeated and unable to threaten any Muslim. This is in accordance with the words of Almighty Allah, ‘and fight the pagans all together as they fight you all together,’ and ‘fight them until there is no more tumult or oppression, and there prevail justice and faith in Allah’.”
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“It should not be hidden from you that the people of Islam had suffered from aggression, iniquity and injustice imposed on them by the Zionist-Crusaders alliance and their collaborators; to the extent that the Muslims blood became the cheapest and their wealth as loot in the hands of the enemies. Their blood was spilled in Palestine and Iraq. The horrifying pictures of the massacre of Qana, in Lebanon are still fresh in our memory. Massacres in Tajakestan, Burma, Cashmere, Assam, Philippine, Fatani, Ogadin, Somalia, Erithria, Chechnia and in Bosnia-Herzegovina took place, massacres that send shivers in the body and shake the conscience. All of this and the world watch and hear, and not only didn’t respond to these atrocities, but also with a clear conspiracy between the USA and its’ allies and under the cover of the iniquitous United Nations, the dispossessed people were even prevented from obtaining arms to defend themselves.”
I am not down with the terrorists or pro-Palestine or anything. I think Israel is a huge part of the problem, and it doesn’t help when we sell them laser-guided cluster bombs to drop on grape farmers.
I just think that our political leaders should tell us the truth about what is happening, and try to correct the problem, instead of having a Presidential Pep Rally to see who gets the loudest cheers.
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