Far Be It From NRO To Speak Ill Of The Dead
So that you won’t have to read the entire “Symposium” on the passing of Ted Kennedy over at America’s Shittiest Website™, here’s the two-minute version.
Ken Blackwell: Kennedy was an un-Christian, gay-loving, Constitution-hating baby killer.
Patrick Basham: The only nice thing I can think to say of Ted Kennedy is that, although he wasn’t very bright, at least he was committed to his stupid ideas.
John J. Miller: He never would have gotten elected but for his name which he then went and tarnished so badly that the parents of a serial killer can now say to themselves “Well, at least he didn’t grow up to be Ted Kennedy.”
Mona Charen: Even though I suppose he might have been a good father and a good uncle, he still was a lying sack of shit.
Michael G. Franc: Instead of naming the health-care bill after Kennedy, they should name a certain bridge after him.
William J. Gribbin: If Kennedy hadn’t sold his soul to the abortion lobby to run for President, the Democratic party would now be pro-life. And look what it got him: a one-way ticket straight to hell. I say good riddance to bad rubbish.
Hadley Arkes: Kennedy was just another Hitler. Judge Bork and Mary Jo Kopechne were the victims of the Ted Kennedy holocaust.
George H. Nash: At last we can now be rid of the notion that aristocratic clans should play a role in national politics. The Bush family doesn’t count.
Linda Chavez: Like Ted Kennedy I was once a liberal Democrat. Unlike Ted Kennedy, I won’t die one.
Those are the ugliest chairs I’ve ever seen.
Remember, always trust the shorter.
Bravo, Tintin. Well done.
>Those are the ugliest chairs I’ve ever seen.
Thank God I had just swallowed my coffee, N_B, else you’d owe me a new laptop.
Thank God I had just swallowed my coffee, N_B, else you’d owe me a new laptop.
Consider yourself lucky I wasn’t commenting on the chairs’ burdens.
Hey, when did Michael Jackson’s chimp join NRO?
Ted Kennedy was mainly about compromising with whatever Republicans wanted.
No better example can be found by the Anti-Apartheid Act of 1985, which Kennedy introduced into the Senate and which was pushed over Ronald Reagan’s veto.
See? Compromise.
AIEEEE! What’s WITH that horrible inhuman beast in that pic? Its hideous visage makes me faint with fear!
…
Oh, wait, it’s only K-Lo.
The chairs were a desperate attempt by a kind-hearted stage manager to distract the eyes from the chairs’ occupants.
You know, I was dubious about the idea of renaming the bill after Kennedy, but all the wrong people are so profoundly against the idea that I’m really thinking it must be a good one.
Not that pissing off conservatives is really what motivates me usually, but they’re wrong about everything, so renaming the bill will probably end up having it pass resoundingly.
The chairs were a desperate attempt by a kind-hearted stage manager to distract the eyes from the chairs’ occupants.
Really? The monkey is quite fetching.
When Robert Reich has to come out and smack down George Snuffleupagus for being a beltway bullshitter, you know something is not real but simply another eruption of Village mental illness.
Snuffleup with his pals, Bill O’Loofah and FOXNOOZ:
Robert Reich, former Labor Secretary under Clinton when lil Georgie was press guy, on how strongly you can smell it dealt:
I would disagree with Reich and suggest that Georgia is, in fact, a full ass, though being a small person he is comprised mainly of ass.
Yeah, too many of these “the Public Option is so dead, the bus we threw it under has already itself been dismantled” stories have at their heart, cowardly anonymous sources.
I’m really hoping these attempts to break the Progressive Block in the House by making reality through simple declaration have a declining effectiveness. The first few times these stories arose, it was scary, but now I am getting blase about them.
If it was dead, it would be out of the media and no longer even mentioned, that they keep writing these “it’s dead, Jim” stories says they’re still afraid.
Since most of our elected representatives would rather not stick their necks out lest they lose their heads
It’s interesting that I’ve been rewatching the series “Rome” lately, and I have to say, that effete, flaccid bunch of mincing aristocrats in the Roman Senate, with their powdered faces and effeminate airs, were ten times more manly and courageous than anybody we have today.
Classy, as always. The “Family Values” party of GodnCountry and TheSanctityofLife never fails to show just how deeply held are their views of the inherent dignity of all human beings created by God. It just amazes me that every single American hasn’t embraced their ideas and approach to politics and civil discourse with wide-open arms and tears of gratitude, seeing as how fairnbalanced, compassionate, and wholesome they are.
Whew, that left a vomit-taste in my mouth, extruding that bit of sarcastic poop.
Ted Kennedy was mainly about compromising with whatever Republicans wanted.
No better example can be found by the Anti-Apartheid Act of 1985, which Kennedy introduced into the Senate and which was pushed over Ronald Reagan’s veto.
See? Compromise.
That’s compromise I can believe in. Compromise that can win again.
Remember, always trust the shorter.
Oh truly I agree, especially Tintin’s. Though I must admit that sometimes I can’t resist getting inside his shorters and, uh, exploring the depths of the depravity found there. Like this squirt to the face (to extend the metaphor to its conclusion) from Charen:
Excuse me, sweetheart, not a “rumor”, more like a firsthand account from a member of the administration.
Simply because something’s true doesn’t make it not a rumor.
I hadn’t noticed the chairs, so struck was I by K-Lo’s fashion choices and posture. But now that you mention it – who the fuck would deliberately choose those chairs for a presentation? Unless……Stealth Event Planner strikes again!
“It’s pretty clear right now that there aren’t the votes in the senate to pass a public health insurance option as much as a majority of Democrats in the House would like it,”
Bill O’s a little math challenged here.
That wasn’t Bill O’s math. That was the commentary of George Stephanopolous, current host of This Weak with George Stephanopoulos and former Clinton PR handler who was so awesome at his job that he was replaced by David Gergen.
“Not satisfied with opposing President Bush’s decision to go to war in Iraq, he trafficked in utterly baseless rumors, such as the suggestion that ‘the president and his senior aides began the march to war in Iraq in the earliest days of the administration, long before the terrorists struck this nation on 9/11.'”
You know, the most amazing thing about this statement is the amount of brazen dishonesty it requires. Here’s Kennedy’s quotation in context:
“Former Treasury Secretary Paul O’Neill has now revealed what many of us have long suspected. Despite protestations to the contrary, the President and his senior aides began the march to war in Iraq in the earliest days of the Administration, long before the terrorists struck this nation on 9/11.
“In his ’60 Minutes’ interview last Sunday, O’Neill said that overthrowing Saddam was on the agenda from Day 1 of the new Administration. ”
Hard to believe that Charen didn’t understand how dishonest she was being.
I haven’t given up on a strong public option, not even the single payer “Medicare For Everybody” plan. McCain’s and Bachmann’s town halls were disrupted by citizens wanting public options. The ‘death panels’ highlighted all the numbnuts on the right and their media stooges, but (cliche forewarning) were ‘a bridge too far’. No one believes them that isn’t already on their side. The Kennedy Health Care Reform Act of 2009 has a nice sound to it. Fuck NRO. Kennedy will be in the history books, NR won’t even be in the library.
You forgot:
Kathryn Jean Lopez: What happened to my other Bacon Cheeseburger and large onion rings?
I’m thinking the Stealth Event Planner is to thank for the decor. Look at the way Klo doesn’t quite fit into the chair. It’s perfectly undersized and misshapen. My hat is off to whoever did it; brilliantl!
Speaking of totally OT, the Ho has afflicted me with this ear worm and I want you to suffer as well.
Possibly the quintessence of Jonah:
“Correction: In an earlier version, I wrote that Jackie Kennedy made her comments about Oswald upon learning of JFK’s murder. Obviously, she didn’t need to be told about that. She made the comments shortly after Oswald’s arrest. I regret the mistake.”
“I I regret the mistake [of my birth].”
Fizixxled.
Why don’t fat-asses like K-Lo realize that their legs are not an attractive feature?
Speak for yourself, you.
The entire religion of CHRISTIANITY is a ‘celebration’ of one person’s death, is it not?
The shameless and continuous ‘use’ of a man who was Tortured To Death to advance his advocates cause, whatever that really is.
NRO commentator Nash:
…for about three seconds before we start flinging chunks of shit.
These people are simply outraged at the interruption:
They had planned to spend the day humping Reagan’s corpse (some more).
Why don’t fat-asses like K-Lo realize that their legs are not an attractive feature?
They attract Wildebeest.
It is a testament to his power and influence that they held this symposium to bad mouth him.
Godspeed Teddy – America’s Uncle.
And fuck you, “republicans”. I hope every ugly thing you stand for will be manifest in your own lives: it certainly is manifest in your ugly thoughts and words. Such limited charity that you have – I hope you stumble in the mud at the side of the road, you worthless, small-hearted fearful pigs, and that you realize and appreciate when someone you consider worthless stops and helps you out of that mud.
But I’m sure you’ll resent everything done on your behalf. After all, you cannot recognize conscience and principle when you meet it.
Nevermind K-Lo (can we call her Doughy Skirtload now?), I’m wondering about the monkey man wearing that children’s-aspirin-colored hanky and…no socks??? Which wingnut was it that thought that that would be a good fashion idea?
In any case, I love how well said hanky goes with the 80s-kid’s-TV-show furniture. A feast for the eyballs, yes indeedy.
Hadley Arkes: Kennedy was just another Hitler. Judge Bork and Mary Jo Kopechne were the victims of the Ted Kennedy holocaust.
I thought this one was a joke. TRUST THE SHORTER.
Shorter everyone who “writes” for NRO: Let us show restraint and not speak ill of the dead, even when it is a dirty filthy Democrat Kennedy upon whose grave we’d all like to piss.
80s-kid’s-TV-show furniture
In their world, it’s the cutting edge of fashionable decor.
This clue may help us in our quest to define by process of elimination the elusive term “Wellstoning”.
One thing is clear: It’s not loudly and shrilly screaming political epithets at a still-warm corpse from the pages of a reactionary website.
People who cheer, salivate, or flat out ejaculate at the thought of Mass Murder are trashing Ted Kennedy?
Keep it up!
Tell us more about how frightened you are at being blocked from bombing more children in Iran?
Tell us of your growing frustration at the discontinuation of the torture of the innocent in Gitmo?
And we will tell you the greatest ‘endorsement’ Kennedy can ever achieve will be the fear and loathing people like YOU express in your insults…
The radical right’s worst nightmare is an unapologetic Democrat with balls. For the better part of his career, that was Ted Kennedy.
He will be missed.
Wave taht Pee-Pee Goppers!
Wave it Proud!!
In their world, it’s the cutting edge of fashionable decor.
Proof that they’re not – per Barney Frank – from this planet. Because there is no era and no culture where that shit is not hideous…and I include the kingdom of the blind and its one-eyed king.
Our records indicate a production of “Cat in the Hat” was scheduled to begin 35 minutes after this photo was taken.
The entire religion of CHRISTIANITY is a ‘celebration’ of one person’s death, is it not?
Now there’s a kid with a big Pecker *!
Linda Chavez: Like Ted Kennedy I was once a liberal Democrat. Unlike Ted Kennedy, I won’t die one.
To the Jim Gilchrist/Minutemen/They took our jerbs derka der crowd, you’ll always be one.
Chew on that for while, Linda
Kennedy was just another Hitler. Judge Bork and Mary Jo Kopechne were the victims of the Ted Kennedy holocaust.
It never ceases to amaze me how the wingnuts manage to slide yet another piece of commentary past the FEMA camp guards.
When the ancient Romans used the word “Symposium, ” I’m sure this is exactly what they were thinking of.
Wait, Wikipedia tells me a symposium was originally translated as “drinking party.” So maybe this is what they were thinking of!
Glenn Beck Derangement Syndrome does not, apparently, refer to Glenn Beck’s Derangement.
Glenn Beck Derangement Syndrome does not, apparently, refer to Glenn Beck’s Derangement.
Is there any duck in duck sauce? Are there oysters in Oysterettes? Grow up!
Actually, an Ancient Greek Symposium would be quite appropriate for today’s right-wingers. Pretend to be paying attention to the flute girls while discussing the joys of man-boy love and getting your catamite drunk enough for later.
Actually, an Ancient Greek Symposium would be quite appropriate for today’s right-wingers. Pretend to be paying attention to the flute girls while discussing the joys of man-boy love and getting your catamite drunk enough for later.
Wouldn’t work with wingnuts. They are only honest (well, half honest at best) about what they hate.
“There’s been a mistake! That’s not MY penis pump!”
Hudnall:
So is Beck like Bugs Bunny, the Tar Baby, or Muhammad Ali? I’m confused.
It’s always good to link to Hudnall’s silly statement about David Simon and “The Wire” and Simon’s response.
It is fitting at this time to pause respectfully…
“Paws Respectfully” would be a good name for a character in one of those books about cats that PeeJ hates.
Let us show restraint
I happen to believe that a man’s handcuff collection should remain his own personal business.
Now that Bush is out of office and Palin has become a Tweeter, the left has been searching for other straw men to hang in effigy.
Is a straw man already an effigy, or do I have to find another straw man to serve as an effigy of the first before I can commence with the hanging? IZ CONFUZZLED.
I like how Hudnall calls Color of change a “race-based pressure group” and then later in the piece repeats the phrase, this time putting in quotes, which means he must be citing a very authoritative author. And he is–himself!
The fact is, K-Lo has kankles.
I guess that makes Freedom Works a “greed-based murder group”?
Now that Bush is out of office and Palin has become a Tweeter, the left has been searching for other straw men to hang in effigy…”
Palin is a straw-man? And she’s hung? Well, color me surprised!
She is a bit like the Wizard of Oz Strawman: “No Brain!” But I’m sure she scares crows half to death.
J-: One of my favorite bits of Mormon ephemera is a letter that Joseph Smith wrote to apologize for his youthful mischief; in that letter, as unto the one in which, as I have said, “Joseph Smith wrote to apologize for his youthful mischief,” he manages to quote from the beginning of a sentence, that being the same sentence, as I have demonstrated previously, in this sentence.
I wish I could quote it but I’m at work and don’t have my Brodie on hand.
You got your tar baby on my straw man!
You got your straw man in my tar baby!
The Left is grasping at straw men that broke the camel’s back.
The Left is grasping at straw men that broke the camel’s back.
Better than breaking the camel’s toe.
Smith on Smith on Smith’s Youth: A Critical Reader, ed. by Smith.
The Left is grasping at straw men that broke the camel’s back.
I tried hiding my camel in a haystack, but he ate it all.
Sounds like the time I hid my candle under a bushel. The Frau Doktorin was not well-pleased, what with the fire, and the fire-engines, and all the water.
“Now that Bush is out of office and Palin has become a Tweeter, the left has been searching for other straw men to hang in effigy.”
Straw men aren’t hung, they are nailed to a cross like Jesus except usually in a cornfield which is the essential difference between the two.
Try getting that mess thru the eye of a needle
In fact the opposite is true — the eye of the needle is now passing though N__B’s camel.
Nevermind K-Lo (can we call her Doughy Skirtload now?)
K-load?
Hey Smut Clyde,
“If we can hit that bull’s-eye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate!”
Sounds like the time I hid my candle under a bushel. The Frau Doktorin was not well-pleased, what with the fire, and the fire-engines, and all the water.
You should have hid it under a burning bush (preferably Barbara). No one could find it there.
Straw men aren’t hung, they are nailed to a cross like Jesus except usually in a cornfield
If I understand you correctly, K Lo is abandoning the RCC for the Children of the Corn.
If you put a straw man on a hill surrounded by olive trees he would become a Christ figure. This is central to my point.
the eye of the needle is now passing though N__B’s camel.
And let me just say it hurts.
If I understand you correctly, K Lo is abandoning the RCC for the Children of the Corn.
While K-Lo pays allegiance to He Who Walks Behind the Rose, I’ve no doubt that she’s more partial to the Children of the Corndog.
I’ve no doubt that she’s more partial to the Children of the Corndog.
As a side dish with her Children of the Hot Dog?
Straw men aren’t hung, they are nailed to a cross like Jesus except usually in a cornfield
On the other hand, a strawchrist on a cross does frighten away atheists from a scornfield.
OT, but I think Florida Republicans are going to crucify Crist.
“And Pilate spake, saying, send Jesus unto the cornfield!”
I think Florida Republicans are going to crucify Crist.
Where, O Where? will they find two thieves to bookend him?
Also I would make a joke about “Children of the Roes” but I worry about provoking another outbreak of fish puns.
[See also “Last Roes of Summer” Keats-&-Chapman story].
I love Jesus jokes.
Jesus walks into a hotel with three nails and a nailgun and says “Gimme all your money.”
As a side dish with her Children of the Hot Dog?
shudder
That invokes memory of one SadlyNaught’s conception of the meeting that took place between K-Lo and DoughLoad in an anonymous hotel room in LA…something along the lines of “two brillo pads fighting over a hot dog…and not just fighting, but fighting to the death.”
Now I have that feeling in my brain again like the one you get when you have a hair caught in the back of your throat…
Roe, Roe, Roe your ‘bortion gently around your spleen.
…”Got any nails?” asks the duck.
“For the last time, you stupid waterfowl, this is a goddamn bar, not a general store!”
“Helluva Easter this is turning out to be,” complains the duck.
f “two brillo pads fighting over a hot dog…and not just fighting, but fighting to the death.”
See, that’s too artistic for a simple engineer like me. I’ve seen National Geographic film of walruses fucking. I don’t need to imagine anything.
N_B, I am so stealing that joke.
I am so stealing that joke.
Okay. You want to be on Crist’s left or right?
I love Jesus jokes.
The best thing is three days later they’re funny again.
If you want a vision of the future, imagine two brillo pads fighting over a hot dog — forever.
I love Jesus jokes.
This one always makes me laugh.
Ah, but which one is the bottom? I assume it would be Jonah.
The best thing is three days later they’re funny again.
And the “leave a comment” box is mysteriously empty.
“And Pilate spake, saying, send Jesus unto the cornfield!”
Golf clapOne-man Mexican wave.I have no idea what a golf clap involves.
I have no idea what a golf clap involves.
It usually occurs after sex with a man wearing hideous pants.
“Okay. You want to be on Crist’s left or right?”
I think it should be clear to all by now that I am politically much to the left of the governor of Florida.
It usually occurs after sex with a man wearing hideous pants.
Hole-in-one!
Hey Smut Clyde, that picture is awesome. Do you know anything about it? Who the artist is, etc.
And the “leave a comment” box is mysteriously empty.
And the angel of the Lord spake unto Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of James, saying, “Fuck you WordPress! I spent 25 minutes writing that joke!”
and lo notepad stepped forward and said, bitch!
I spent 25 minutes writing that joke!
(angel need to learn Ctrl-C)
Hole-in-one!
That would be the hideous underwear.
missed it by 1 second!
Do you know anything about it? Who the artist is
It was Delvaux, in a brief period when he took a break from painting naked ladies in mysterious night-time cities. It’s in the Museum of Modern Art in Brussells (their website is a complete load of pants).
Delvaux, in a brief period when he took a break from painting naked ladies in mysterious night-time cities.
I disapprove.
Jesus said it best when he proclaimed “That K-Lo bitch sure has a fat ass!”.
Jesus is a Puerto Rican kid who lives down the road from me.
(their website is a complete load of pants).
A pantload? Whatever do you mean?
Straw men aren’t hung,
I’ve never had any complaints
The right’s reaction to Teddy’s death is, to me, a “Death of Baldr” moment. After the death of the beloved Baldr due to the connivance of Loki, Hel agreed to release Baldr from the underworld if everything in the world would weep for his death. Loki, in the guise of the giantess Þökk, refuses to weep, so the gentle god is consigned to true death.
The right is like Þökk/Loki, and hopefully will share the same fate.
Thanks Smut Clyde, I have been using the google to look at paintings by Paul Delvaux. I think he is a great artist, like Dali but with lesser issues.
I used to work for an event planner. It was hellish, but I was young and stupid and it never occurred to me to go all stealthy and subversive. A Rogue Event Planner – now that would be some kind of fun.
I do not like to comment on K-Lo’s appearance, because it’s mean, and also because I’m no Charlize Theron myself. But I have to say ewww, because it is summer, and she is clearly wearing sheer black pantyhouse. Pantyhose is demonic anyway, but sheer black, in the summer? Yuck. K-Lo: buy some trousers made out of a fine fabric, and have them tailored. Do stuff to shut us up about what you look like, okay? Thank you.
Also, the monkey needs a new pair of shoes, and maybe some sheer black trouser socks.
Maybe someone told her that black pantyhose would be “slimming”.
Myself, I’m convinced that all of the pantyhose manufacturers are owned by the same people who make Monistat or however it’s spelled. You know what I’m getting at.
I was thinking just the other day how fortunate I am that I entered the workforce just a few brief years before pantyhose became optional rather than required. And praises the Jaysus himself that I wasn’t yet out of school when the suit blouses with the gigantic bows died a long overdue death.
Also, the monkey needs a new pair of shoes, and maybe some sheer black trouser socks.
The monkey needs a Big Fat Monkey’s Hat
Sarah thinks God is taking her to the White House, but she doesn’t realize that god is Loki.
And praises the Jaysus himself that I wasn’t yet out of school when the suit blouses with the gigantic bows died a long overdue death.
Those was the 80s, right?
I’m shocked, shocked to find that Peter Gabriel lyrics are going on in here!
the monkey needs a new pair of shoes
Craps gambler prayer FAIL.
Those was the 80s, right?
Those hung on until the mid-80’s, at least. At that point, the new institutional garb became suits with linebacker shoulder pads and tapered skirts to just above the knee.
At that point, the new institutional garb became suits with linebacker shoulder pads and tapered skirts to just above the knee.
HA! I remember the shoulder pads. I asked a female friend, “What’s up with THOSE?” and she had no answer. She hemmed and hawed for a couple of minutes, then gave up, surprisingly without smacking me.
How do you know Jesus is Japanese?
Because he loves miso.
That invokes memory of one SadlyNaught’s conception of the meeting that took place between K-Lo and DoughLoad in an anonymous hotel room in LA…
Oh, thanks. Thanks a fuckuva lot for reminding me of that.
The huge shoulder pad lives on at Speigel, or it least it did until just a few years ago.
How many Jesuses does it take to change a lightbulb?
Just one, unless you keep the spare bulbs in the cellar.
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Verily I say unto you, I am the door.
Why did Jesus cross the road?
For a change after having rode the cross.
Fucking cat books…
Remember, always trust the shorter.
Boy, you ain’t kidding. I need me a shower now after meandering through that sludge.
Get a brain.
Jennifer, it never ends, does it? Although, yes: no skirted suit uniform required these days. But if you are in Business (which I am not), or in any way attempting to be a Player (and rock on and bless your heart if you are), even in the post-pantyhose era, if you disdain make-up, or coloring the gray in your hair, or anything but comfy shoes, you are still going to have to square your unpadded shoulders and muscle your way through. Especially if you happen to say stuff like, “You know, pole-dancing is so totally un-empowering.”
Also.
Rare is it that a bag of Funyans is the least disgusting thing in a picture.
Larkspur – that’s the nice thing about certain types of sales – you generally get to dress like your customers. I haven’t worn a suit since 2001 – 2003 when I was lobbying; I managed to avoid them from ’95 – 2000 as well, when I was a textbook rep (teachers, if you’ve noticed, are pretty casual).
OMG, teacher-casual can get scary. I assign a certain amount of blame to the salaries, and the fact that so many teachers have to buy classroom stuff out-of-pocket. After that, though, I want to call What Not To Wear on most teachers.
But the scariest in the other direction? Pharmaceutical reps.
I disagree with the last two shorters. The Nash shorter implies that his original statement had a degree of self-awareness that it most certainly lacked. I mean — don’t you just love it when Reagan/Bush worshiping GOoPers complain about Democratic personality cults?
Also, I have a better (albeit longer) shorter for Chavez: “Since I actually knew Ted Kennedy, I’m gonna have to disagree with all you wingnuts who say he was teh evil. Ted Kennedy actually was teh mostest wonderfulest person evah — which is why he is so dangerous. Good people are the true enemies of us conservatives”
I also just love the wingnut (I forget which one, and I’m not going back to look) who doesn’t understand the difference between writing for Commentary back in Trilling’s day and writing for it now.
Anyway, if my main claim to fame as a scientist were writing an article in Scientific American (which magazine I really do like, BTW), would this qualify me to be the director of the NSF?
But the scariest in the other direction? Pharmaceutical reps.
I don’t find them scary. They’re simply cheerleaders who refuse to grow up. (In general terms. I’m sure that some of them, on an individual basis, are decent human beings. I’ve never met one of those, but I’m sure they exist.) Pathetic, but not scary.
I don’t find them scary. They’re simply cheerleaders who refuse to grow up.
Just so. For some reason there’s always at least one of them in the waiting room when I go to see the doctor, and they’re always talking really goddam loud. Last time I went there were a couple dozen; must have just been some special day. Around here (Salt Lake City) they’re all hyper-Mormon, too, which is offputting and makes me flash back to my high school days.
Around here (Salt Lake City) they’re all hyper-Mormon
Around here (NYC) a large percentage of them are from the south, moved here to show us Yankees how bright a smile can be.
moved here to show us Yankees how bright a smile can be.
(shudder) That must be incredibly annoying.
is k-lo still alive?
(shudder) That must be incredibly annoying.
My doctor is, like me, a boy from Queens. I’ve seen him listen to them for about 30 seconds, take the free pen, and then say “I’m booked for the rest of the day” and walk away.
Wingnuts aren’t fit to pick out the peanuts from Ted Kennedy’s shit.
Wingnuts aren’t fit to pick out the peanuts from Ted Kennedy’s shit.
True. But I’d pay to watch them try.
N_B: I’m talking strictly about the pharmaceutical rep attire. (A long time ago, when I worked as a pharmacy tech, I’d see reps, and they were always sharp and knowledgeable, and entirely human, as far as I could tell.) But the ensemble – well-cut, tailored clothing, top-drawer styling, sleek haircuts, good posture, even while towing those wheeled product cases. And attractive. Not necessarily cute or sexy, but attractive. That’s what I meant by scary. They always made me feel like, oh, I don’t know, like I should count my chromosomes or something.
Also, by the way, while I have big issues with Big Pharma, blah blah blah – I have benefited more than once from getting free trial paks given to me by the doc who got ’em from the rep.
But the ensemble – well-cut, tailored clothing, top-drawer styling, sleek haircuts, good posture, even while towing those wheeled product cases. And attractive. Not necessarily cute or sexy, but attractive. That’s what I meant by scary.
I get you. It just doesn’t hit me quite that way because (a) I’ve been cultivating indifference since 3rd grade, (b) my work attire is construction-site friendly, i.e. dirty jeans, and I’ve faced down a lot of people who’ve told me how under-dressed I was, and (c) I find almost any women’s fashion (including goth, punk, religious cult, and grandma) more interesting than women’s business attire.
Crucified Melon-Headed Whale with Pulled American Cheeses
All you do is get naked melon-headed whale and put paprika and mustard on top of it before nukeing it. That – putting those seasonings on top – is the secret. Strain the meat, then put it on top of some clown loach egg. Put American cheese (at all grocery stores, make sure to get this perfect American cheese too) over top of it. Put it in the microwave for 210 seconds. You can add to it whatever you want. Some people put a layer of hissing broccoli on it and just eat it like that. I chop up milk, white cheese and plastic curd cheeses and put them on top, as well as lenok toe. WARNING: You will never be able to order melon-headed whale at a restaurant or bar ever again, as they simply won’t measure up to the ones you can make at home.
Well, there’s my problem, N_B. I didn’t start cultivating indifference until high school. Have you seen that newish indie film with Michelle Williams called Wendy and Lucy? ‘Cause I kind of dress like Wendy. Which is good, since Lucy is a dog, and doesn’t wear little outfits, only her beautiful fur.
And that is another thing I wonder about. Cancer cells love to replicate and take over the world. What if we could negotiate with them, and reach a truce wherein they would grow teal-colored fur all over your body, an inch a day, and yes, there’d be a lot of maintenance, but what if it meant that you and your cancer could live till you were 100?
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What if we could negotiate with them, and reach a truce wherein they would grow teal-colored fur all over your body
Genetically-engineered Furries? This is better than tumors?
Maybe I’m old fashioned, but business skirts without hose look tacky and unfinished. If you can’t find hose that fit well enough to be comfortable, forgo skirts and stick with pants instead.
K-Lo’s ugliness goes right to the core, though.
What if we could negotiate with them, and reach a truce wherein they would grow teal-colored fur all over your body
Hmmm… such a condition could be referred (refurred?) to as the “Grover Factor”.
Maybe I’m old fashioned, but business skirts without hose look tacky and unfinished. If you can’t find hose that fit well enough to be comfortable, forgo skirts and stick with pants instead.
I totally agree with Mari. Just my opinion, but not wearing hose with a skirt looks silly on anyone over eighteen.
The piece of women’s attire I’d like to see disappear is the bra. I fucking hate wearing a bra. Or maybe pointy-toed high heels. Or skinny jeans. Or those horrible waiting-for-a-flood capri pants flapping about mid-calf. Epic phail.
The chin wins! The chin wins!
Or maybe pointy-toed high heels.
I’ve always maintained that women’s shoes are a conspiracy against women by evil muthas who hate them.
Like the GOP!
I think you’re right, 4B!
They lost the Corset War, Candy, but they just can’t unconditionally surrender.
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SPARTAA STILETTO HEEL!!!”Far Be It From NRO To Speak Ill
Many critics regarded “Far Be It From NRO To Speak Il” as superior to the original, but then for the second sequel the franchise took a sharp downward dip.
Off topic- is there ever really a topic any more?
Interesting new fashion trend.
Via ChristWire, which I sure hope is a satire site.
Damn Poe’s Law!
Interesting new fashion trend.
The actual name of that page is “ex-masturbator-men-women.” Covers all the bases, eh?
Have you seen that newish indie film with Michelle Williams called Wendy and Lucy? ‘Cause I kind of dress like Wendy. Which is good, since Lucy is a dog, and doesn’t wear little outfits, only her beautiful fur.
My understanding – from reading the innertubes, as I have no first-hand knowledge of such things – is that there are venues where women can make friends and influence enemies by dressing like Lucy. Particularly her clerical collar.
What if we could negotiate with them, and reach a truce wherein they would grow teal-colored fur all over your body, an inch a day, and yes, there’d be a lot of maintenance, but what if it meant that you and your cancer could live till you were 100?
I think it’s a good deal. Have you ever read “Hyperpilosity” by L. Sprague de Camp? It concerns a plague that undoes our ancient mutation to be more or less hairless compared with our ancestor species.
I didn’t start cultivating indifference until high school.
You must not have had a teacher like Mrs. Benjamin. Seventy years old, truly hated children, and had been teaching 3rd grade for 50 years. I wish I believed in a hell for her to rot in.
Many critics regarded “Far Be It From NRO To Speak Il” as superior to the original, but then for the second sequel the franchise took a sharp downward dip.
Yeah, they had to let Uwe Boll get his mitts on it!
The actual name of that page is “ex-masturbator-men-women.” Covers all the bases, eh?
They need doggie sweaters with “Ex-Ball Licker” printed on them.
I think it’s a good deal. Have you ever read “Hyperpilosity” by L. Sprague de Camp?
Haven’t read that one in years.
Haven’t read that one in years.
Neither have I. I liked it in 1973 and I should dig it up and see if I still like it.
They need doggie sweaters with “Ex-Ball Licker” printed on them.
Why not human tees?
Why not human tees?
Indeed!
O the human tee.
Also, re pantyhose: yes, business-type skirt dressing without them is weird…unless you are every fashion model (who is not advertising hosiery) and most socialite types in all of the magazines everywhere, where bare legs are de rigueur. Of course, that is just another tactic to force those who seek minimum safe fashionability scrambling to keep up. Because fashionably bare legs require maintenance: slimness, lovely ankles, impeccable hair removal systems, leg makeup and/or bronzer, and the proper choice of ancestors to provide you with miles of lean gams to begin with.
I still think pantyhose is demonic. But that’s why cottony soft tights were invented. Impossible for warm weather wear, but an excellent alternative otherwise. Still, I opted out of the entire dilemma, and am not presentable in business or socialite settings.
Also, teal fur is just one option. You may negotiate something else with your cancer. This is interim, and both we and cancer would know it. We still want to kill it; it still wants to kill us. But if we could negotiate, some cancers might be willing to trade the mad but short-lived rush of cellular free-for-all for the tamer long-term stability of concentrating its energies on, like, teal fur. Or even an extra finger that you have to excise every day, and then your cancer happily builds you a new one, every day. It isn’t a pretty solution, or a solution at all, but I’d gladly share fur-maintenance chores just to have some people I care about not be dead yet.
You may negotiate something else with your cancer.
I want a prehensile tail so much I’d expose my self to radiation.
Hey hey HEY now – settle down, there!
It’s so much more civilized to simply point out that wingnuts aren’t worth the peanuts from Ted Kennedy’s shit.
Also bound to go over much better among that highbrow Masterpiece-Theatre crowd that T3H 1NT3R\/\/3BZ are justly renowned for, you know.
don’t forget the 4 inch heels that lady pharma reps so often seem to wear! once i was near the moscone center in san francisco and there was a pharmaceutical rep convention going on there. they were having a break and had all scattered to try to find food. it was intense.
Teal Fur?
do you have to club baby Teals to get it?
Tintin, any idea why K-Lo is dressed in a sportcoat and who is that beefy brunette she is interviewing?
Yes, Congress should vote against Health Care Reform, because if Reagan had died before they voted for his tax cuts, they probably would not have voted for his tax cuts.
True, Congress might have passed reform if Kennedy had lived, but it’s useless to dwell on hypotheticals. Fair is fair.
Seeing Linda Chavez among those other assorted losers (Let’s forget about Ken Blackwell – forever), I am reminded of a listing in the TV Guide of National Lampoon’s Dacron, Ohio Sunday paper parody wherein the following synopsis appeared:
Dinah! (4:00PM Ch. 13) – Dinah invites Elizabeth Taylor, Lucille Ball, Lauren Bacall and Elinor Donahue to tea, but only Elinor will be able to make it.
Only the opposite.
Seriously, who are these garden gnomes anyway?
That whole thing is photoshopped, right? They didn’t really use those chair, and that guy doesn’t have holes in his topsiders and those aren’t really J-Lo’s legs, please?
Well, you’ve got internet access, and you’re soakin’ in it!
PS: K-Lo has Grubenstempel.
But I pity her more for her politics than even those.
What kind of set decorations do you think a party of gay haters would end up on? Really…
What kind of set decorations do you think a party of gay haters would end up on?
Not garland, that’s for sure. They are no friends of Dorothy.
Monkey? It’s an interesting neurological phenomenon that when the brain is faced by an image so horrifically ugly that comprehending it would shut down our nervous system entirely, it substitutes something more pleasant and tolerable. The real occupant of the right-hand chair is, I’m fairly sure, Ken Blackwell.