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August 31, 2005
Whackadoo quote of the day
Marla brings us Fucking...Fucking, Austria that is...
"Just this morning I had to tell an English lady who stopped by that there were no F---ing postcards."
Quote by a local guide in Fucking, Austria (pronounced "Fooking", you puritanical but dirty-minded Yanks).
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Pink Floyd meets Dorothy
Since the ruby slippers were stolen, we were reminded of our generation's link to the past, courtesy of Pink Floyd, one fo the best rock-n-roll bands in history and Wizard of Oz, one fo the best acid trips of all time.
If you play the movie The Wizard of Oz and mute the sound, and simultaneously play Pink Floyd's Dark side of the Moon, the album's songs and lyrics match, moment to moment, what is taking place in the movie, from beginning to end. This only works when you play the original vinyl album (as, we are told, cd's have a delay between tracks which do not exist on the album). It all starts with the third lions roar...
Courtesy of
http://www.geocities.com/freebird73717/PINKFLOYD_DARKSIDE_WIZARD_OF_OZ.html
Read the list of synchronicities
1. The lyric “Balanced on the biggest wave” coincides with Dorothy’s balancing act on the fence
2. On the Run” starts as Dorothy falls off the fence
3. Chimes and Bells start ringing as the Wicked Witch appears riding her bicycle.
4. During the “Time” guitar solo, the fortune teller’s sign is shown with the words "Past Present and Future."
5. The tornado is shown in the background as the words “I am not frightened of dying” are sung.
6. The drums start right as the wind really picks up and blows the trees from their roots.
7. The singer calms down as Dorothy is knocked unconscious by the window
8. “Great Gig in the Sky” is still playing as the house flies in the tornado
9. Side 1 of the album is exactly as long as the black & white portion of the film.
10. The cash register in Money is heard right as color is seen in Oz (money = color)
11. The ballerinas enter on “Us, us, us, us.” One ballerina seems to lip-sync “ordinary men”
12. Three men enter on “Me, me, me”
13. One kid’s jerking motions are in sync with the music
14. “Forward he cried” is sung as Dorothy turns to face forward
15. The Wicked Witch appears on “Black, black” On “Blue, blue, blue,” the camera switches to Dorothy (in her blue dress)
16. “And who knows which is which and who is who” is sung when the Good Witch looks at the recently killed Wicked Witch.
17. The play on words "which is which" vs. "Witch is Witch"
18. The Witch goes up on the platform for “Up, up” and then walks down on “Down, down, down”
19. As “And in the End” is sung, the Wicked Witch disappears On “Out, out, out,” & the Good Witch of the North leaves
20. “Brain Damage” plays as Scarecrow sings “If I Only Had a Brain”
21. Heartbeat heard at the end of the album is heard as Dorothy listens at the Tin Man’s chest
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Random Rants, Vol IV
--Hondas, any model, any make, any engine size. You, YOU right there in that gd underpowered Honda POS, get out of the f-ing fast lane before I drive my German tank up your Japanese arse!
--Fubars who are entering the first millenium 1,000 years late, and are starting to use their debit or credit cards at the grocery store instead of writing a check. You get 100 points for migrating from the ridiculous ritual of writing checks (which includes the cursive dollar amount and showing a driver's license, whose data must then be transferred to the face of the check, as IF that makes the check not bounce). But you get -1,000,000 points for squinting and staring at the card terminal and having to ask every step of the way which F-ING button is the correct next button in the sequence. Just have your groceries delivered.
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August 30, 2005
Another stamp for Mexico
Michela once again thanks PT Cruiser for this one:
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August 29, 2005
Even voo doo could not thwart Katrina
Enough said:
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August 28, 2005
Swazi Princess Whipped--Where can we whip the Feminazis?
A princess in Swaziland was whipped, as were many of her friends, for playing music too loud. And Gloria Steinem will STILL stand there and tell you how patriarchal the United States is, with her Chinese Communist star shirt on. She'd probably hold the girls down for the abuse, if she knew they didn't think the way she thinks (if you call her form of hatred "thinking").
Posted by Michela at 06:12 PM | Comments (0)
Homicide Bombers at it Again
Now that Israel has done exactly what the Palestinians have said it will take to stop the murder, the murder begins again.
I remember an Iranian friend of mine sending me a series of pictures in which it did appear a Palestinian was shot by Israeli police while his arms were tied around his back. I was one of about 50 on the distribution list.
I replied (to all, of course) that maybe, just maybe, one of those Israeli soldiers was the one who tried to help a very old woman after the bombing of a Passover dinner in a restaurant, only to find her legs had been blown completely off. A fact even the old woman hadn't known (she only knew she couldn't get up). The soldier knew she would die and had to set her back down while she watched and begged him to help her. Maybe, just maybe, this is how the recursive murder begins.
But I suspect the hatred and horror of daily life in this part of the desert is irreversible. And Israel could give Palestine 12 gigillion dollars in diamonds, gold, and Euros and it wouldn't stop. And the Israelis will continue to respond with like brute force (who would stand for the endless murder of one's loved ones). And so it goes on, forever.
Posted by Michela at 06:04 PM | Comments (0)
August 26, 2005
Stink-frogs don't make better losers any better than they make cars
The stink frogs are at it again. Having paved the streets of Paris with white flags for the Nazis, Saddam Hussein, and any other scary closet monster, and then failing to produce a stunning stud, one as sparkling and pure and fantabulous as Cowboy Lance, they can only play dirty. Dirtier than the sheets of Vichy-soise government officials.
With tests that can't be validated (because there are no more samples), urine samples sitting around for 5 years, the possibility of outright sabotage, it doesn't get any stinkier unless your nose is in the armpit of a Parisian on the Metro in July.
Go take a shower you Froglettes and call us in the morning. And can anyone spell "Le Car"?
Posted by Michela at 09:48 AM | Comments (2)
August 24, 2005
MWB do be fair and balanced
Whackadoos of the day
Whackadoo Number One
Cindy Sheehan, mother of soldier killed in Iraq.
Asked by a reporter on some ABC "news" show, "Would you have felt the same way if your son was killed in Afghanistan?"
Sheehan (roughly, as I must recall from memory):
"Why, yes, we shouldn't have gone into Afghanistan either. Why did we invade a whole country when it was just the Taliban and al Qaeda that we needed to go after. We shouldn't go into the whole country for a select few."
What? What country? The Taliban = al Qaeda = Afghanistan, prior to the United States' 9/11 Patriot-Missiles-up-the-Taliban-ass payback. Then she says, "we've had no successes in Afghanistan." What? So the Taliban still roam the streets, whipping men whose beards are not long enough and cutting off the hands of women whose fingernails are painted? That still happens? They still have terrorist training camps operational enough to plot 9/11/07? FOOL!
More on Sheehan later. She is a grass-eating pacifist who should be grateful she can speak out against our government this way; the way mothers in Iraq and Afghanistan have longed to do for decades, and may soon again, thanks to the Bush "regime." The utterly tragic loss of her son just gave her the podium she needed to spew her idiocy.
Whackadoo number two
Pat Robertson, Irreverent Reverend
In 1993, Robertson said most Nazis were gays and said the two tended to go together. What? The Nazis vaporized gays, and hated gays because they weren't part of the Master Race. He's given us numerous laughable world political analyses, enough to fill 3 days on MWB.
Yesterday, he gives us one more by claiming that Muslims and Communists are in it together and out to get us, together. What? Communists, real communists, are godless, soul-less automatons resembling the Borg. They remove God because supercedes The State. For radical Muslims, God is The State.
Get it straight (so to speak), Robertson. You're looking as dumb as Sheehan. And I tell ya', that's a double-digit IQ from my view.
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August 22, 2005
Why bother
It seems such a waste of time to give these sociopaths another pose on their world stages whining "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."
Do we believe it? Do we care even if they are? The death, destruction, misery they have heaped on their victims cannot be erased or soothed by such blather.
Posted by Michela at 04:18 PM | Comments (0)
Another win for the UN
Somalia is suffering from 14 years of war, child mortality rates which are the worst in the world, starvation, drought, and and and. And where is the UN? Is Kofi still at the ski resort or what?
Now, we don't think there's enough money in the whole world to solve Africa's problems, however, if the UN's existence is to prevent and/or solve the problems facing countries like Somalia, then clearly it is a complete failure and should be disbanded. Spend the money on these people, not UN staffers and a very costly New York City HQ.
Posted by Michela at 10:45 AM | Comments (0)
August 21, 2005
How dissension should be
Lance Armstrong, a vocal opponent of Iraq and boyfriend to a liberal fruitloop like Sheryl Crow, still earns an invite to President Bush's ranch. I find that truly remarkable and I do not know offhand of any such diplomatic olive branches extended by libs to their opponents.
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August 20, 2005
Just give 'em all the heroin they want, that'll solve it
Courtney Love is in trouble again. Oh my god magnum, I don't believe it. Yet she brings us to the forefront of this whole drug war thing again. She's been arrested, sent for treatment, arrested, court-ordered for this, that, and the other. Nothing stops her. And she is not unique, she just has more money to blow--er, inject-- whatever she wants, really.
But she's still an icon for all drug addicts. She may not be whoring herself for her fix (yet?), but she's the same. Nothing will stop these addicts and a huge amount of our physical (courts), financial (treatment centers, hospitals), and human (police, doctors, nurses) are dedicated to the havoc they cause. Why not just give addicts all the dope they want. They'll hit bottom faster, nobody will arrest them and force them into treatment they think they want but really aren't ready for, and they'll probably cause less damage. Or they'll kill themselves, which is probably what they're really trying to do.
As long as we lace the dope with birth control, I think this is the best solution.
Posted by Michela at 01:27 PM | Comments (0)
August 19, 2005
Why do we give a damn about San Francisco?
The last time I went to SF, all the stores I visited had to scrub their storefront streets of human urine just to open. You took your life in your hands to cross the street. The food was bad. Yes, the restaurants I visited served very sub-par food and it was, of course, outrageously over-priced. With the famous SF cuisine now mediocre in many places, the assault of urine on the olfactory senses everywhere you go (both from the sidewalk and the bums paid to remain in SF), and the post-9/11 hotel and flight deals now gone, what reason does anyone have to go there?
Couple all the physical drawbacks with the hideous politicized nature of everything they do--from not being able to call yourself your dog's "owner" to the article above which reports that the city of SF will not take a WWII aircraft carrier because of the military's current stance on gays--and you have every reason to visit San Diego just a Southwest plane ride south.
With white sand beaches that do not smell, the Gaslamp district serving up hundreds of nightclubs and restaurants within walking distance of the trolley, a HUGE military base separating San Diego from Los Angeles, Sea World, the Wild Animal Park, open space, and much happier people (have you ever tried to hit on one of those SF earth mothers? Did your eyeballs survive?), you have a West Coast paradise truly worthly of your travel dollars.
Posted by Michela at 01:08 PM | Comments (0)
August 18, 2005
Moscow, Home of the happy cows
Michela thanks PT Cruiser for this one. We resume the long but ardent effort to keep this blog alive, through fires, floods, dog bites, and a miserable California August.
So this story is about these cows that will get to eat Marijuana plants through the frigid Moscow winter. I can't think of a better way to keep the beef soft (those stoned heffers won't move a Moscow millimeter), the cows happy, and the pot supply in Los Angeles down. And you thought there was no war on drugs...
It's a heffer two-fer for Ashcroft; keep the commie cows stoned and limiting the ever more dangerous flow of pot out of the great US of A. After all, you know how dangerous pot is...you know how many brawls you've seen between the stoners at baseball and football games. You can always spot them; they've got their mouths full of popcorn, a left fist full of cheetoes, and an empty right fist, and they're staring at both fists saying, "Dude, which one was I gonna peg the guy with again?"
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