I spend a lot of time naked so I can see why he’d think we were similar, but no. To get me you’d coat him in a thick pelt, add 50 pounds and a bunch of zits, then don’t let him shave for a week.
Actually, I think that this next one is closer to the experience of having me around. He looks nothing like me, but fast forward to 1:30 which is when he totally channels my essence. Stick a coffee cup in his hand, and this is what you get if I show up in your meeting.
We are so awash in cheap food that the government has to subsidize farmers to keep them in business. Hunger is a political problem, not one of economics or production capacity.
Zimmet, an expert on diabetes at Monash University in Australia, said that overweight people now outnumber the undernourished. The World Health Organization’s estimates agree: globally, there are one billion overweight adults, and 300 million of them are obese; in contrast, about 800 million do not have enough to eat. Today obesity is a problem mainly in rich countries, but the WHO estimates that by 2010 the developing world will have more than caught up.
Somebody is going to make a zillion dollars bringing weight loss programs and gyms to north Africa.
The FSM doesn’t make candyass appearances in a taco or some grilled cheese sandwich on eBay, like it has something to hide. He shows up above some building in Germany. Which is, much better! I guess.
Of course, the so-called “mainstream” media isn’t going to publish this video because it might upset somebody in Kansas. Go back to sleep, middle America, there’s nothing to see here.
You got to appreciate what an explosive element this Bonnie situation is. If she comes home from a hard day’s work and finds a bunch of gangsters doin’ a bunch of gangsta’ shit in her kitchen, ain’t no tellin’ what she’s apt to do.
The man knew his business, and probably had somebody like Susan Kuhnhausen in mind.
Kuhnhausen, a 51 year old nurse, came home from work to discover an intruder, armed with a hammer, in her home. According to police, she strangled him with her bare hands.
I work for a big company. Which one doesn’t matter because, at my level, they’re all pretty much the same. The important point is that we’re really big, really boring, and really white.
So you might imagine that I was suprised when, while walking through the lobby of our corporate headquarters, I heard Public Enemy’s Can’t Truss It playing over the PA.
For those of you too young to remember, Public Enemy was the voice of the angry underclass. Their music was supposed to be a warning of the social revolution that was coming to sweep all of this away. The cities were going to rise, and the downtrodden were finally going to get theirs. It will probably be hard for anybody under 30 to believe this but there was a time when Flavor Flav, giant clock, gold teeth, and all, evoked fear rather than pity. Yes, children, we were afraid of Flavor Flav.
Public Enemy on the PA. The closest analogy I can think of is if Reagan had used The Internationale as the White House hold music.
I wonder if it was supposed to be a subliminal message to the people waiting in the lobby, the sonic equivalent of a rhino head on the wall. Think you’re tough? These guys thought they were pretty badass for a while, too.
Don’t get me wrong: despite the fact that I am not only Yacub’s grafted devil but (even worse) a Jew, I like to listen to Public Enemy. I’m not a fan of their message, but there’s no denying that it’s some of the best music made in the 80s. I bought Nation of Millions on LP. Yes, I am that old.
I can still remember the night I first heard Don’t Believe the Hype on the radio. It was angry, passionate music and I won’t deny that I was genuinely worried when I realized that the person they were so angry with was, uhh…me. Uh-oh.
I can’t escape the conclusion that Gil Scot-Heron was just wrong. The revolution was televised after all, but it was up against celebrity ice skating so nobody watched.
We held a primary election in Maryland yesterday. Avi Rubin, a computer science professor and election worker, has a horrifying description of his day working with electronic voting machines.
These things are a time bomb. You think that 2000 was a mess? Imagine what it’s going to be like when there is no way to recount or verify.
UPDATE: A group of Princeton University researchers have made an extensive study of the Diebold machines we used. The results are not comforting.
Abstract This paper presents a fully independent security study of a Diebold AccuVote-TS voting machine, including its hardware and software. We obtained the machine from a private party. Analysis of the machine, in light of real election procedures, shows that it is vulnerable to extremely serious attacks. For example, an attacker who gets physical access to a machine or its removable memory card for as little as one minute could install malicious code; malicious code on a machine could steal votes undetectably, modifying all records, logs, and counters to be consistent with the fraudulent vote count it creates. An attacker could also create malicious code that spreads automatically and silently from machine to machine during normal election activities — a voting-machine virus. We have constructed working demonstrations of these attacks in our lab. Mitigating these threats will require changes to the voting machine’s hardware and software and the adoption of more rigorous election procedures.
“Yeah”, you think, “I’ve had the internet for a pretty long time now. I know what goes on.”
No. You don’t.
If you spent the last five years clicking on every spam mail in your inbox, if you’d spent those years as a dedicated sybarite in Bangkok, you still would never have seen anything as freaky as Slugs Mating.
Scented slime is just their foreplay. Biting, twisting, hanging from trees, intertwined “male organs” made into the shape of a flower, dropping from a great height.
No, seriously, it’s not a joke.
At about the halfway mark you’re going to start to think, “ok this is wierd”. Have patience, because it gets MUCH wierder.
The resemblence is uncanny!
