Overheard on Stellar Parthenon:
I was feeling depressed last week, so I called the mental health help line.
Like all other call centers, it has been outsourced to a third world location.
When I told the operator in Pakistan that I was feeling suicidal, he got very excited and wanted to know if I could drive a truck or fly a plane.
rimshot
From the prine edition of Flight International: American Airlines Vice President for Passenger Services is named Chuck Imhof.
LOL!!!
(say it quickly…out loud)
*Yes, this is a reference to the Depeche Mode song.
Full version is on website at www.sisterson.co.uk.; stills, credits and making-of info at steamtrek.blogspot.com.)
My connectivity, and hence posting, will be diminished over the Thanksgiving Holiday…I will be visiting my mother-in-law in Monsey, New York.
here:
Consider this an open thread.
This is not something I would expect Hillary to do
An Arkansas lawyer recalled a story about Hillary from her days at the Rose Law Firm that demonstrated her sense of humor. Someone at her firm had made off with a slice of pizza she had put aside for later, prompting her to send a firm-wide memo which said, “Who took the evidence she was saving for a poisoning trial?
Funny and sick…A sense of humor after my own heart.
On a more serious note it is true that religion defies logic. In fact the definition of religious faith is that it defies logic.
Religion is about knowing the unknowable, and as such, whether you take the tales literally, or as metaphor, the stories, narrative, and cosmology of any religion are supposed to be intellectually absurd. Religion is supposed to transcend the intellect on some level
This is why, for example, Talmudic discussions of exactly what substance the 10 commandments were supposed to be made of* hold little interest for me, except to the degree that they can be shown to be allegories that show us how to live our lives.
But for those of you who simply want to be offended, there is this (Praise be to Tshirthell.com):
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*Sapphire. What’s more the first set, the ones Moses smashed, were supposed to be carved entirely by God, while the second set are supposed to have been cut into tablets by Moses, and then God carved the words on them. It’s supposed to indicate that God was displeased at that whole Golden Calf thing.
College students with too much time on theri hands
And hysterically funny, First Lady To President Bush: “We’re At War” No Substitute For Foreplay – Oliver Willis.
Just go read it.
The Amazon entry for Jonah Goldberg’s book, Liberal Fascism, got hacked:
You can click for the full sized image (not taken by me), but the text reads “Liberal Fascism: The Totalitarian Temptation from When I Got My Advance Until I Finally Hand in the Manuscript in 2011.”
This is particularly amusing because even among the nepotism blessed children of the original Neocons, Goldberg is an embarrassment.
Al Franken’s campaign had the following to say about Norm Coleman endorsing Rudy Guiliani for president:
So the Senator who didn’t think Halliburton’s war profiteering was worth investigating is endorsing the candidate who wanted to put Bernie Kerik in charge of Homeland Security. Makes sense to us!
The Picture in question:
Miller apologizes for street festival poster
Promo drew complaints from Catholic group
By TOM DAYKIN
tdaykin@journalsentinel.com
Posted: Oct. 29, 2007Miller Brewing Co. Monday apologized for allowing the company’s brand logos to appear on a poster promoting a San Francisco street festival that some viewed as offensive to Catholics.
The poster was a parody of Leonardo da Vinci’s “The Last Supper,” featuring men and women wearing leather. It promoted the Folsom Street Fair, an annual event that features exhibits on sexual practices. This year’s fair occurred in September.
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We know the real reason that Bill Donohue got his nipples in a twist*, it wasn’t the leather. It was the black Jesus. This guy has a long history of deeply bigoted statements.
Besides, this is a hoot. It’s almost as funny as the Last Supper Scene in the movie M*A*S*H*.
*Yeah, I know, cheap pun, but I gotta be me.
This is too good not to quote.
In commenting on the screw-ups of the Obama campaign regarding their association with a closeted gay basher, TPM suggested the following actions to “defuse the story”:
1. Convene townhall meeting of gay rights activists and emissaries from Family Research Council.
2. Launching ‘listening tour’ of Chelsea neighborhood of New York City.
3. Appoint blue ribbon commission on sodomy.
Good snark.
I had to fill up, and there is a 7-11 on the way to work, so I filled up there.
I filled up the car, but I decided that I needed hydration and caffeine, so I got myself a Coke® Slurpee®. It looked a trifle over frozen, so I stood as far back as I could while operating the machine.
I got everything working fairly well, when BLAMM!!!!, some sort of pressure surge hit, and ruptured the lid.
It sounded like an atom bomb had gone off, and everyone looked over. I was standing there with a stunned expression* on my face.
The lid was shredded, but remarkably enough, I had no Slurpee® on me…not a drop.
One of the clerks came to help me dispense, I think that they were grateful that there was no actual gun play tied with the noise, and she joked, “Need to go to the bathroom now?” I replied, “too late for that,” which got a chuckle out of her.
*My brother calls it the “looking like a cow that has just stepped on its own udder” expression.
Seriously, even if you are a 2nd amendment zealot, you gotta be thinking that there otta be a law against this.
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Yes, I know that it’s a parody.
Not my poem, it was posted by a friend I’ve never seen in person on a message board (by invite only) called Stellar Parthenon. Neat place. We’ve had a thread on thread about the collapse of the US Economy Since December, 2003.
WOMAN’S POEM
Before I lay me down to sleep
I pray for a man, who’s not a creep,
One who’s handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he’s gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won’t be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who’ll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to “how big is my behind?
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
MAN’S POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs
who owns a liquor store and a golf course. This
doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a sh$#.
Stephen Colbert is running for president.
It appears that he is trying really be on the primary ballot for both parties in his native South Carolina.
I’m a bumming a bit, I wanted to see Jon Stewart at the top of the ticket.
Pirate attacks are up 14 up worldwide, this means that we should see a significant decrease in global warming.
What, you think that there is no correlation?
How about this, straight off the website of the Flying Spaghetti Monster:
There you have it, proof.
