1) Does the person driving know this fellow is back there?
2) If so, what - or who - is in the interior of the car that he's been relegated to such a precarious perch?
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"Man dressed as penis disrupts graduation."
Received a forward of a forward of a forward of a forward from a friend this morning juxtaposing the response to flooding in Iowa to the response following Hurricane Katrina. I'll copy and paste the original email text here. The subject line is "Iowa disaster":
Half the state is under water and I have yet to see any footage of people looting beer, TV’s or anything else for that matter. Nobody is shooting at the people that are trying to rescue them. Nobody is bitching about the food, the temporary shelters, or is hollering on TV that they need some crack. A levy broke in Cedar Rapids and nobody has accused the President of blowing it up. Rather than sitting on their backsides with their hands out people seem to be trying to take care of themselves and most of them are actually helping others. What a novel idea.
I mean seriously! What's wrong with those mid-westerners? Why would you spend all day piling up sandbags to keep the water out of your house when there is all kinds of stuff to be looted? I think that Governor Culver of Iowa needs to call upon New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin or former Louisiana Governor Kathleen Blanco for some advice on how to handle this situation.
Here, in full, is my response:
That just means there ain't shit worth looting in Iowa.
Thanks to you and your special ladyfriend for sharing that thinly veiled racist rant. How enlightened its author must be, especially because it makes perfect sense to compare your garden-variety flooding with Hurricane Katrina.
Oh, and when people in the Big Easy "were sitting on their backsides with their hands out," it's because they had been sitting at the Convention Center with no food or water for days, surrounded by feces and rotting corpses. Their hands were out because they were praying and pleading for anyone to come pick them up and get them the hell out of there.
Maybe it's just me, but I don't think putting up sandbags was going to do much to help at that point. Nor would have putting up sandbags before Katrina made landfall done much to stop the surge off the Gulf, either. But who needs to ponder such an inconvenient truth when it's so much easier to point and say, "Look at the lawless, lazy black people? They're so silly! And we're so much better than them!"
Fuck off, Tim. Not surprised your from Virginia.
Oh, and the original email appears to be from some asshole named Tim Shelton, whose asshole email address is sweco2@aol.com.
Thanks for your erudite observations thousands of miles away from the scenes on the ground, Tim. Now seriously, go fuck off.
About this fucking asshole already? I understand that it's down there in the scary dark continent that we don't really care about, but it cannot be ignored anymore.
Plus, Mugabe's bogus fucking soulpatch is really annoying to look at. As if it were possible to despise him even more, that asstastic piece of facial hair makes it possible.
Why is Twitter so fucking slow all the time? Sweet jeesus. It's awful. I thought the whole point of "microblogging" was to get your thoughts out quickly - like snapping your fingers. Well, if the Internet is a series of tubes, than Twitter's got a nasty case of fucking constipation.
Twitter, you suck.
UPDATE: Ah, the sweet, beautiful irony of it all - not only is Twitter down and dragging major ass, but so, too, is the mock site istwitterdown.com. Love it!
I could explain, but I would only ruin it. See for yourself.
Thank you, Internet. You are a giving and benevolent master.
Here's a video of a bunch of Japanese celebrity impersonators in blackface doing their rendition of "We are the World." Hard to say who's better: Cyndi Lauper or Ray Charles.
Thank you, Internet.
Go away. Please.
Seriously.
Enough.
It's time.
You can still save some semblance of dignity and respect if you do what you know is the right thing for your party, your country, your family.
Drop out.
Walk away.
Concede.
Admit defeat.
Please.
Seriously.
Sadly, the first time I've ever heard of Dottie Rambo was to read about her recent, rather untimely death. Which is surprising for me; reading about how prolific and successful a songwriter she was, even if it was gospel "music," I figured I'd have heard of her in some capacity before now.
As I learned more about her amazing career and who she was, one thing kept popping out in my mind:
Dottie Rambo is an awesome name.
Seriously. Dottie Rambo.
Dottie. Fucking. Rambo.
It's intoxicating. Try to resist its appeal. I dare you. You can't.
Dottie Rambo!
With sore-loser Hillary supporters saying the way in which she's been treated by the media and by Obama supporters is based in sexist attitudes. Hillary gets in the act herself this morning, telling the Washington Post that she thinks sexism has been a huge issue for her to overcome throughout the primary.
Give me a break. I tell you what, Hills: If you think sexism is still so rampant in our country, especially among the media covering your campaign, why don't you just get your fat behind back into the kitchen and make me a sandwich!