Wednesday, February 27, 2008

"Lutefisk Papers" Could Derail Third Party Candidacy, Destroy Anglo-American Relations

Iowahawk Burge, who is running for President on the Burge/Goldstein ticket with the promise of "a 1932 Ford coupe in every garage and a lutefisk in every pot", is feverishly scouring the blogosphere for bootleg copies of posts from his blog.

In this story, first reported by prominent conservative blogger, Patterico Frey, a veteran newspaper columnist and talk-radio personality but best known through his sister, Amber, who achieved national notoriety as "the other woman" in the Laci Peterson tragedy, the Burge/Goldstein campaign's tentacles have even invaded the sacred precincts of Canterbury Cathedral and beyond.

Our usually reliable source, Char Donnay, has confirmed that what Iowahawk is after is a "lutefisk with tofu and sun-dried tomatoes" recipe which he foolishly concocted after a driving several hours in a car with a leaking nitrous oxide cylinder. Should this recipe fall in the hands of his political opponents, it would be the basis of any number of negative ads which could cause him to lose every state which has voters with taste buds.

Thomas Cranmer, Archbishop of Canterbury, was burned at the stake by Queen Mary I of England in 1566. For his penance in purgatory, he has been consigned to blogging on church-state issues in today's England. But even such semi-blessed state was no bar to The Rusty Tire Irons, an elite group within the Burge/Goldstein campaign, whose job is to "control the message" in a way Hillary Clinton could only dream of. As proven.

We attempted to contact Mr. Burge for his side of this story. Even though he was under a '57 Chevy Bel Air in his driveway, we have to say that he answered us in the manner of a future Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces of The United States: "Pass me that torque wrench, willya?"

Similarly, His Grace The Archbishop of Canterbury's response was what one would expect from the highest ranking and most dignified of clergymen: "Mary Tudor was a murderous, congenital syphilitic but, boy, did she have a great pair of knockers!"

At his home, Jeff Goldstein, Iowahawk's Vice-Presidential running mate, indicated with hand gestures that he had severe laryngitis and could not talk to us. He was, however, a very gracious host. He poured us double shots of absinthe laced with ether. We are still at a loss, though, why we remember him as a dangerous-looking armadillo with Cheetos crumbs on his snout.

(Amber Frey story contributor: Xrlq.)

[Publisher's Note: Should anyone wish to copy and reproduce this post in its entirety, without attribution or link back to this site, please ask for permission in the comments. I will be inclined to grant it. I would rather have that armadillo after you instead of after me.]

Monday, February 25, 2008

Can't We All Just Get Along[er Dick]?

Two Good Guys in a catfight.
Iowahawk and Cranmer over some silly violation of internet etiquette/copyright due to an anonymous commenter at Cranmer's site.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Lindsay Lohan as Marilyn Monroe?

Caution, nudity.

Hmm. I don't think so. That tattoo on her buttock is not an adequate substitute for the missing rest of the buttock. Still ... a beautiful girl.

Thursday, February 14, 2008


My SiteMeter shows a visit to this old post of mine from Gaza, Occupied Palestine. My inclination is to keep the post up. I learned that formula for smokeless gunpowder in junior year high school chemistry class and for all I know it's just some Palestinian teacher looking for chemistry experiments for his students. And if not ... that's fine, too. The right to have weapons is the right to be free.

Happy St. Valentine's Day

Ray Nagin's Plan To Keep New Orleans A Chocolate City

H/t SayUncle and The War On Guns. Other caption suggestions welcomed.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

If Mama Ain't Happy, Ain't Nobody Happy

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Men Don't Care What They Wear

Instapundit reports on MEN WITHOUT CHESTS. "Nowhere was this more clear than at the recent men’s wear shows in Milan and Paris, where even those inured to the new look were flabbergasted at the sheer quantity of guys who looked chicken-chested, hollow-cheeked and undernourished. Not altogether surprisingly, the trend has followed the fashion pack back to New York." And there's this diagnosis: "“People are afraid to look over 21 or make any statement of what it means to be adult."

With all due respect, crap. No man over the age of twenty-one cares what he wears. My best suit is from J.C. Penney -- $80.00 including tax. My favorite shirt is from Goodwill -- $5.00. My wife buys my pants at Costco and she has not spent more than $16.00 for a pair yet (that she will admit to, anyway). The last pair she bought me has an elastic waistband and I cannot fault her -- I am gaining weight. I spend more money on haircuts than I do on clothes and that's only $20.00 per month including tip. And I'm a lawyer.

To quote my most renowned (former) neighbor, Mike Royko: The only statement I make with clothing is that I am not naked.

Whomever men's fashion designers are targeting, it's not grownup men.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Seven Years After Billy Left Washington, DC

Click to embigen.

Friday, February 01, 2008

Nosferatu Opposes McCain, Endorses Hillary

It figures.