Thursday, December 25, 2008
The Three Stooges- Malice In The Palace
Enjoy!
It's particularly enjoyable at this time of year!
Part 1
Part 2
"I am the ghost of RootinTootin!"
Monday, December 22, 2008
Krampus Is A Coming...
Krampusnacht is celebrated on the 5th of December. The Krampus is St. Nick's evil horned side kick known in France as Père Fouettard, the black haired dirty butcher, whom offer up punishment for bad children (and house wives) with tales ranging from simple flogging to cannibalism! On the Eve of St. Nikolaus Day, when a legendary bishop returns to visit to earth, he arrives bearing gifts and his big book of sins but he is joined by his companion Krampus.
A Krampusnacht Parade in Germany
Saint Nikolaus travels door to door doling out gifts to boys and girls who have been good all year, and those who have been bad will be dealt with by the Krampus. Disobedient children will awake to find shakes and slivers in their shoes, switches and parental spankings. Then a visit by the Krampus -St. Nikolaus's dark servant - a hairy, horned, supernatural beast with pointed ears and a long slithering tongue who will terrorize the bad until they promise to be good.
In the hands of the Krampus, even the most unruly child would promise to turn from their wicked ways.
In 17th century Europe, St. Nikolaus traveled with an array of somewhat unsavory servants, known as Zwarte Piet, Buzebercht, Knecht Ruprecht, Krampus, and Black Peter to name a few.
Have a look at the Krampus cards at this site, this was quite an industry!
During World War II, It appears Krampus shamefully pandered to the Nazis in postcards, doing a series of propaganda appearances in which he trounced and embarrassed British and French citizens and soldiers. So after WWII, it was rumored that Krampus had fled to Brazil and took part in an evil cloning scheme, but National Buffoon investigators failed to confirm those reports.
Remember folks-
Give him a religion, and he'll starve to death while praying for a fish.
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Thursday, December 18, 2008
North Pole Mail Is Answered!
Santa Answers His Mail:
Santa, do all of your reindeer really have their own names? - Johnny Wilmer, age 7, Scranton Pa.
Of course Johnny! Every single one is different! Every reindeer has his own special personality and you can really taste the difference in the steaks.
Dear Santa, how is it you can build so many toys so quickly? - Ellen Fisker, age 8, Raleigh, N.C.
Ho Ho Ho! Because of my famous hard-working little helpers... the Chinese! Political prisoners work themselves to death and it costs nothing (except for a minor bribe to the prison officials.)
Mr. S. Claus, This letter will serve as a notice. You're being audited. Mitch at the IRS, age 42
Ho Ho Ho! My igloo in the North Pole not only shelters me from the cold, but also from the U.S. Tax Laws! Thanks to my corporate home office, that shares an address with Halliburton in Dubai, you can shove that audit up your chimney Mitch! Oh, and that substance I leave in your stocking this year will not be coal! Ho Ho Ho!
Santa, do you really deliver toys to every child in the world in a single magical night? -Robby, age 5
As mandated by the courts, I only deliver toys to children I've fathered. Often it seems like the whole world! P.S. If I'm not mistaken, your mother is a waitress named Sheila in Muncie, Indiana. Well, I'll be at your joint with bells on!
Dear Santa Claus or Current Resident: Victoria’s Secret is having its Once-a-Year Sale on Wonder Bras!
Ho Ho Ho! Santa is keeping this catalog of lingerie-wearing babes hidden from my old lady, Mrs. Claus! Because the only thing worse than Mrs. Claus discovering that I am wanking it to your catalog would be her ordering and WEARING something from your catalog. Ugh! (I just vomited a little in my mouth...)
Dear Santa Claus, One of the older girls at school says you're not real. Are you?
Little Lisa, age 6, Altoona Pa.
If I am not real you're a schizophrenic who writes imaginary letters to herself. What a jerk.
You should seek professional help immediately.
Dear Santa, why is the sky blue and what happens to us when we die? -George, age 9
Ho Ho Ho! Why would you be asking Santa these questions? Either you have no father or you do not have access to Wikipedia. In either case bug your mom til she hooks you up to high speed internet.
Dear Santa, Can you explain the birds and the bees? Tommy, age 9
Sure! But late night cable television programming does a much better job! Enjoy!
Dear Santa, All my life I’ve always wanted a puppy. Will you please send me one? Joey, age 39
Ho Ho Ho! Joey, you are the only non-retarded 39 year old who still lives at home in your mom's basement and writes me letters. I am sending you the Help Wanted section of the newspaper for Christmas. Save some poor pooch from the pound and quit bugging me you bum!
Dear Santa, My little baby brother died this year. I really miss him, Santa. I really do. For Christmas, I don’t want any toys or dolls. All I want is my brother back. - Jill, age 6
Ho Ho Ho! Jill, life is a short bittersweet adventure. Treasure each moment. Enjoy every bite of your sandwich Because sooner or later everyone you know will be dead. You too will be a slab jockey, a stiff, a rotting corpse. Yes everyone is doomed, except for me of course. Ho Ho Ho!
Dear Santa, You have been pre-approved for a Platinum Plus Credit Card from Chase Bank and Visa! And for a limited time only your credit transfers will carry a 0.0%* interest rate! * Interest rate is variable and increases to a daily compounding rate of 49.99%. Fees are $49. At any time, we may contact your bank, and switch all your money for SkyMiles on some very soon-to-be out-of-business Airline of our choice.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Our Fathers Who Art In Taverns
It would appear as long as there have been humans in the Americas, they have been drinking alcohol. In fact, Hstorians suggest that the earliest known alcohol in America, pulque (a precursor to tequila), was toasted with by Native Americans as early as 100,000 BCE.
Since then, the assortment and complexity of heady libations in the New World has grown to a "staggering" degree. If you ask 3 Americans what the most American of all alcoholic drinks is, you're likely to get three divergent answers. Ask those same three people what criteria makes any particular inebriant the most American, and you'll likely again, have three different replys.
When Europeans first landed in what is now the United States, they brought beer with them! The British colonists had the cultural history, technology and a taste for ale and other foamy liquids. But crops needed to produce beer - barley and hops - were luxury crops because they could for used for little, if anything else. Early colonists couldn't afford to spend the time or energy to raise these crops and so, had to abandon beer at least temporarily. Instead, early drinkers planted pear and apple trees, which demanded far less attention, and began making Applejack and brandy.
As part of colonial trade, the liquor market of the North American colonies was awash with rum from the Caribbean and tropical colonies, filling any void left by beer. The rum trade turned out to be so profitable that the British government began taxing it like tea. In fact, alcohol aficionado and historian Perry Luntz even suggests that it was the taxes on rum and not tea that triggered the American Revolution (after all, it was tea they threw in the harbor, not the rum).
The prevailing attitude toward alcohol in the 18th century and throughout much of our country's early existence has been a genuine fondness for imbibing and enjoying. Alcohol has played a major role in our nation's history! It is a proud part of our heritage. In colonial times, Americans drank more alcohol than in any other era. Spirits were integral throughout the colonies regardless of the geographic or economic differences. It has been reported that the average American drank eight ounces of alcohol a day. And it didn't matter what. Revolution era Americans drank beer, and cider with breakfast; rum and wine with dinner; claret, ratafias, creams, punches, and other concoctions in the evening. (The Colonial Origins of Comparative
"Rum is more than just a delicious drink - it helped to shape the modern world. Known then as "Nelson's blood," it was to the 17th Century what oil is to ours - the primary commodity fueling the engine of commerce in its time. Made from molasses, the story of rum is filled with humor and horror, courage and cowardice. Rum paid for wars and fired up the warriors who fought them. With temperance and prohibition, most Americans who were not historians developed a non-alcoholic amnesia about the importance of rum for the Revolution and in the life of the founding fathers."Rum: A Social and Sociable History of the Real Spirit of 1776
Development: An Empirical Investigation -Robinson, 2001)
"Revolutionary War era persons drank a phenomenal amount. We have here an account of a gentleman's average consumption: 'Given cider and punch for lunch; rum and brandy before dinner; punch, Madeira, port and sherry at dinner; punch and liqueurs with the ladies; and wine, spirit and punch till bedtime, all in punchbowls big enough for a goose to swim in.'" (As cited in Washington and Kitman, 1970)
The English at that time believed that water was bad for a person's health. Given the sanitary standards of the day this may have been true. Beer, was seen as the healthy substitute for water. Beer was considered a food, which showed social status (only the most destitute drank water) and allowed for persons to put in a full days work! Franklin, speaking of fellow workers in a London printing house said they were "great guzzlers of beer...My companions at the press drank every day a pint before breakfast with his bread and cheese, a pint between breakfast and dinner, a pint in the afternoon about six o'clock, and another when he had done his day's work."
An early morning tankard of beer was typical in colonial America, even for children. This tradition, as stated earlier, came from England. The Pilgrims loaded more beer than water on the Mayflower. And, there is some evidence that they were put off at Plymouth, rather than Virginia, because the ship's crew needed to be sure they had enough beer to consume on their return voyage.
Rutgers University was founded in the good old days - before there was even a federal government. King George III might have had his faults, but he didn't stipulate a drinking age for the colonies. That's a good thing, too, since the first classes at Rutgers were held in a tavern. Ironically, in 1776, Rutgers students rose up in revolution against King George...I wonder if they knew that their newly created government by the people would take away their right to have a beer if they would have fought as they did? America was no nation of teetotalers and choirboys
despite what today's revisionists attempt to tell you. It's a smear job, a disinformation campaign.
The ingredients for beer did not grow very well in New England. The Puritans drank hard cider. The many apple orchards of the area were planted for its production. Puritans began their day with a quart or more at breakfast.
Unfortunately for the young men gone west, beer and cider were not readily available on the frontier. Settlers west of the Allegheny Mountains converted their corn into whiskey as a substitute and to make their crop transportable.
"...there is unquestionably too much spirituous liquors drank in the newly settled parts of America, but a very good reason can be assigned for it. The labor of clearing the land is rugged and severe, and the summer sweats are sometimes so great that it would be dangerous to drink cold water..."(Barr, 1999)
The first businesses established in the colonies as well as on the frontier were often simple taverns located along trails and roads to take care of travelers and thirsty colonists. Tradition of the time dictated that a drink be had at every stop in a journey. One story in , Stephen Powell's "The Devils Drink" tells of two travelers on a seventy-mile trek by coach who drank a quart of liquor each at the eight stops that were made.
Tavern owners enjoyed a very high social status. Their social esteem was much higher than the clergy during the colonial era. Taverns were the center of civic life. Because of this many were required to be located near the church or meeting house because religious services and court sessions were often held in taverns. Judges interrupted court to drink, and clergy were obligated to drink at every house call and were often seen stumbling home. (Powell, Devils Drink-1999)
Taverns were the convention centers, hotels, and life blood of a community in 18th century America. Historians agree the City Tavern in Philadelphia was the place most of the fledgling democracy's founding documents were hammered out. It's still there, and still serving many of the same dishes and tankards it did to Franklin, Jefferson, and Washington.
Jefferson was one of the most knowledgeable wine connoisseurs ever to hold national office. And, he was the wine advisor for Washington, Madison and Monroe.
Jefferson believed that wine stimulated conversation. There must have been quite a bit of conversing at Monticello because records show that he and his guests consumed 1,203 bottles of wine in just over two year's time. Jefferson thought of himself as a man of moderation however.
"...you are not to conclude I am a drinker. My measure is a perfectly sober on of 3 or 4 glasses at dinner, and not a drop at any other time. But as to those 3 or 4 glasses I am very fond."
Jefferson's interests in wine went far beyond just drinking. He was also involved in viticulture. He planted his own vineyards at Monticello and encouraged others to take up the practice.
The sober picture we have of Washington is bogus. It was said that he could dance the night away with four bottles of wine under his belt. And, that his Revolutionary War personal expense account for alcohol from September 1775 to March 1776 amount to over six thousand dollars. (Washington & Kitman, 1970) He was a devout lover of beer; in particular a dark porter was always in ample supply at Mount Vernon. A typical Washington hosted dinner "included several wines, beer, and applejack." (Mount Vernon, An Illustrated Handbook, 1974)
Perhaps the Spirit of '76, would be more correctly stated as the "Spirits" of 76!
Remember folks-
Give him a religion, and he'll starve to death while praying for a fish.
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Tuesday, November 4, 2008
RFE and TEHRANCHIK CONCEDE
We extend our hearty congratulations to
PRESIDENT OBAMA!
We know that he will represent us well and save America from the Zombie Brain eaters.
If you have a shelf in your cabinet for us we'll be glad to oblige.
This would be much longer but we are too busy celebrating your victory.
We are proud to welcome you as our new leader.
May we never forget that this victory truly belongs to all of us.
All of us who believed this was possible!
A couple suggestions-
Tear down this wall!
And be true to yourself!
"America ya' done good!"
It's hard to fathom all that this great moment in history symbolizes.
But here is one of them.
May the coming years reverse the harm,
and lift our spirits.
I Believe
America is now
back on the path!
Heartfelt Best wishes to President Obama.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
THE RFE-TEHRANCHIK NEW DEAL
Welcome To
Halloween, the time when ghouls and monsters roam
the White House. (Like the rest of the year basically).
of creeps, boogiemen, ogres, mutants, bloodsucking vampires,
and other wings of the republican party.
ZOMBIE NIXON'S SOUTHERN RECIPE
But how did this Horror start?
When did the shills and operatives of the right wing become cannibalistic?
It seems to have begun with Zombie Nixon.
Zombie Nixon began eating brains in California, including his dog "checkers" brain.
Then he turned on the voters.
He created a race of undead brain eating zombies and called it his Southern Strategy.
(Or Southern Recipe, if y'all is the eater, not the eatee.)
Zombie Nixon's victims became brain eating zombies themselves,
creating a growing base of mindless ghouls attacking the living citizens.
Zombie strategists began spinning the brain eating activity as a "culture war".
(It was nothing more than brain eating- pure and simple.)
ZOMBIE REAGAN'S MISSING PARTS CLUB BAND
The horror escalated when Zombie Reagan infected even more citizens,
creating both monumental fiscal and IQ deficits in the nation.
Osama Bin Laden and the Taliban were the Frankenstein creation of Zombie Reagan.
Zombie Reagan used taxpayer dollars and profits from CIA drug deals to
fund death squads in Nicaragua murdering over 50,000 human beings
including nuns and priests working with the poor. Many of Zombie Bush's bloodthirstiest
cabal got their brain eating start in either the Reagan or Nixon administration of horrors.
H.W.BUSH'S (WHITE) HOUSE OF HORRORS
Then came the spooky Bushenstein years.
"Sure, I knew they were zombies, why do you think
I called their brain eating economic policies Voodoo Economics?"
The major brain eater of the Bushenstein administration
was Mr.Potatohead, the VP that brought brainlessness
to the forefront of American Politics.
Dan Quayle, brain eating zombie brought
idiocy respectability in conservative politics
during his stupor in the White House.
Quayle began the tradition of attacking
fictional characters like "Murphy Brown"
and "liberal media".
His ignorant stupidity was believed to be the
"low water" mark that would stand
for all eternity in terms of vice presidential
intellectual subnormality.
SON OF BUSHENSTIEN
By the year 2000, it appeared half the U.S. had become brain eating zombies themselves
electing the "Son Of Bushenstein" to the office of President.
These were the bleakest days since the black plague for mankind as the brainless undead feasted mercilessly on their human victims.
"Heh, Mah furst axe az duh Presidents iz tuh take a 2 month vacation after eating yer brains uh course."
The Bushenstein monster terrorized the living throughout it's
reign of evil declaring war on the economy, war on education
war on the english language, war on breathing,
war on water, war on the constitution,
war, war, war....
about torturing political prisoners (And of course lies about her involvement)
make her a particularly macabre Halloween character.
The Cheney Beast is the evil undead
leader of the brain eating administration-
declaring himself a new separate branch of government;
all-powerful and free of human intervention
or oversight.
"C'mon, the rest of you who haven't joined our "party"...
you don't need your brain, we'll do yer thinkin' for ya!"
"Nya ah ah mmm, good tasty cortex, a bit piquant with
just a hint of tobbacco and some fruity notes... mmmm."
Shown here looking for victims in Africa.
Iraq was a particularly tasty treat for
the ghoulish neocon zombies.
It's 3:00 a.m.- Putin is drunk and makes a prank call
to the white house, who do you want to answer that call?
Remarkably in 2008, as most people have become sick of
politicians nibbling away on their brains, the McCain campaign
champions the continuation of zombie rule.
One wonders how anyone can be undecided.
Your either with the brain eaters or against them folks.
The zombie strategy is to make the political process so mind numbing
that people will not notice their brains are being eaten.
In fact, Zombie McCain's choice of VP is so mind numbing
that most humans would actually prefer being
digested by the undead than to contemplate
the stark possibility of Palin in any position (other than porn) of importance.
Don't forget folks, RFE and Tehranchik
are always fighting the forces of corporatism,
oligarchy, and mutated moose molesters.
Their plan for freeing the world of these
scary monsters and super-creeps
is your best bet to thwart their
carnage. So vote for RFE-Tehranchik!
ENTERTAINMENT
This Weeks Movies
NATIONAL BUFFOON MOVIE REVIEWS
These movies suck.
There is better film on Cheney's teeth.
Don't bother, they don't even have
popcorn. Instead they serve
this nasty snack-
This is an actual photo from the presidential debate.
No need for photoshop here.
Come up with your own caption.
(Barack's brain is not located where republican politicians brains are.)
Is he doing "the Monster Mash"?
Or maybe he wants to give Obama a rimming.
Maybe he's just a creepy old zombie...
One thing is for certain.
Only a moron could believe McCain appears presidential.
Somewhere in a secret White House basement bunker...
the Homeland Insecurity Dept. today said
it will begin issuing regular, five-day terror forecasts.
Today's outlook: light, scattered terrorism early, tapering off by noon. Tomorrow: Clear, and seasonably dangerous with a chance of shoe bombs.
GOP pundits and hacks are not concerned about the record number of voters expected to show up at the polls this year to support Obama/Biden and RFE/Tehranchik.
They have a plan called the "Take Out The Vote" campaign.
They will use the military to eliminate any threat to GOP absolute plutocracy.
Anyone attempting to vote who doesn't fit the typical GOP
appearance will be removed with extreme prejudice by the military.
(Or Blackwater-Haliburton thugs).
Unveiling his new plan on diplomatic idiocy in a press conference earlier today.
communists in preschool stop sharing their lunch!"
McCain plans to tap Uncle Fester and put him on the electrical grid.
The now frozen candidate also exalted the trickle down theory...
oil trickling down on you, toxic waste trickling down on you, and gluttonous plutocrats
trickling on your leg.
"This is simply applying the GOP foreign policy to domestic issues"
said a Zombie spokesman. "We are hoping all non republicans, who aren't "real" Americans anyway will die trying to put the fires out". "Then we'll eat their brains."
NEW RELEASES
Craig's singing is unintelligible - as if there was something in his mouth
during the recording. Though all the songs stink, the producers are glad this one is finally in the can (frankly, where it belongs). Craig warbles feebly through his songs such as Yummy Yummy Yummy I Got Love In My Dunny, It's My Potty And I'll Cry If I Want To, Born to be Vile, and The Loo of Love.
The Bushies pollute the airwaves with their pitiful contrivance.
Songs include Cheney in the Bunker with Wolfowitz, Being For The Benefit Of Ms. Rice, Getting Wetter (ode to Katrina), With a Little Help From My Daddy's Friends, and A Day In The PNAC.
Nixon's "plumbers" broke into the Watergate Hotel.
McCain's plumber wants to break into the publishing business.
THIS JUST IN
A giant bag of dog poop ignited on America's front porch.
He just wanted to punk the country for laughs.
"I can't believe all these suckers fell for it" said McCain.
"I got the idea for it when I saw that movie Borat, yup, stole the whole idea from Sasha Cohen."
"I mean really, who would stick a moron like Tucker Bounds in a spokesman's position?
Have you heard the hilarious BS that guy has been spouting? Ha ha, he keeps me in stitches!
Or how about that crapmiester Nancy Pfotenhauer? Ho Ho Ho,
That line about the "real Virginia"...especially funny because she doesn't have a real vagina!
Ha ha ha, and of course the big punch line was choosing that nincompoop nutjob as my running mate. HA HA HA oops, laughed so hard I peed myself...
Palin was shocked By McCain's admission that
their candidacy was a joke.
"I'm no joke, McCain, I will be the new mavericky leader
of witless dolts who believe they are real and everyone else is fake Americans!
Enough brains have been eaten to insure I will rule this joint in 2012."
tomorrow belongs to ME!
Tehranchik has had enough!
The removal of the Zombie Nazi from the human gene pool
made everyone's IQ improve 28 points.
And improved air quality.
IN OTHER NEWS
"Do we have a topic today Doug?"
"We sure do Bob, villains have stolen
RFE-Tehranchik's time machine!"
annoying everyone from Plato to Eisenhower.
Take off Bush, you suck!"
Are you filming this Bob? We can sell this to Olbermann for beer money.
By accident my hoser brother spilled beer on one of the controls.
This set it for the future...
Lets peek at the near future, shall we?
But what happened to Spongebob's campaign?
Inquiring minds want to know!
Video Report:
More Zombies?