when the status quo frustrates.

It is better to give than to receive. This is especially true of a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick.

Tuesday, November 28th, 2006

Chuck Norris is the gift that keeps on giving this holiday season. And here I figured he’d never achieve the dizzying heights of cluelessness that his debut achieved. But here he is, ready to unleash some of that patented kung-fu cowboy action in the War on Christmas, which as you’ll recall has already been won.

Since like his doll name counterpart, we’ll never be completely rid of Chucky, we might as well make the best of it. I know, I know, but complaining won’t change anything. To make it easier on all of us, I hypothosize that Chuck’s columns make for an excellent text-based drinking game. You have until the end of the thread to help me flesh out the rules.

1. Take a shot every time Chuck mentions that he used to be a professional martial artist.

We had so little money that I didn’t have real toys to play with, so I used clothespins and an active imagination.

The clothespins served as toy soldiers or cowboys. I made the big clothespins the bad guys and the little ones the good guys. Of course the larger they were, the harder they fell! (Imagery that would later serve my Martial Arts career.)

Make it two shots if the term “martial arts” is used in conjunction with the term “six time world champion.”

2. Take a shot every time Chuck mentions that he used to be an actor.

3. Take a shot for every mention of humble beginings.

I can still remember her coming home exhausted from her job at the laundry and saying that we were blessed. We didn’t have much, but what we did have, we sure appreciated. And what we had most was each other, and the Lord.

Take three shots if tear-inducing references to childhood hardship and the simple pleasures of life is followed immediately by commercial plug:

Most of all, I still believe what mom taught me: the heart of Christmas is found in a stable not in a store.

No business can take away that fact from any of us.

(One of the best ways you and your family can be refreshed about the true meaning of Christmas this season is by seeing the new family-friendly movie, ”The Nativity Story,” opening in 3,000 theaters nationwide this Friday, Dec. 1. I recommend it highly!)

Four shots if he ever plugs anything that he is in.

4. One shot for every cliche:

Some might call me old-fashioned, but I still believe in a white Christmas, chestnuts roasting on an open fire, and family and friends giving thanks to God.

See if you can come up with any more. But I think that my rules alone can make a single Chuck Norris WND column an alcohol poisoning related trip to the emergency room. So in the interest of keeping the fatalities to a minimum:

5. Shots must be consumed while your friend who can make the funny voices recites the offending lines while dangling this picture in front of his face:

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Friends, we all must model and teach children that the heart of Christmas isn’t found under a tree. It’s discovered in our hearts. Now who wants to oil my chest?

Any booze that is splashed out of the cup during the giggling fit is gone forever and needs not be replenished before the shot is consumed.

Post title from ChuckNorrisFacts.com

Don’t let a little racism get in the way of your holiday DVD shopping

Tuesday, November 21st, 2006

Apparently, Jerry Seinfeld heard Shakes’ Sis say she won’t be buying any more Seinfeld DVDs after Michael Richards openly pined for the good ol’ days of lynching and public n-bombs.

Shakes’ Sis also has the footage from Richards’ apology on Letterman, which came during Seinfeld’s appearance on the show. At the end of the interview, Seinfeld says he wanted to help a friend apologize to the country.

*ahem*
Bullshit.

Yeah, sure, maybe Jerry felt a little bit of “hey, my unquestionably racist buddy needs a break on national TV.” Being a multimillionaire one-trick Three Stooges wannabe is a tough racket. If he doesn’t get a chance to pretend he’s not a bigot, he might not be able to swindle more money mailing in third-rate stand-up gigs (except in the kinds of towns that name their high school mascot “Johnny Reb”).

Seinfeld has to know many fans will feel the same way Shakes’ Sis did about buying Seinfeld products in the future, and I think he foresees the kind of dip in his earnings potential that might prevent him from purchasing Grenada as an anniversary present for another future child bride.

If he really wanted to help Michael Richards, Seinfeld would suggest the assclown find some way to use his pile of money to actually work with people in the African-American community in some meaningful way instead of just letting him come on air and say there’s racism in all of us and he’s sorry he’s been a bad boy. When Letterman asked what else Richards was going to do other than apologize, Richards clearly hadn’t even _considered_ doing anything other than “personal work,” which I take to mean enhancing the diversity in his life. Which probably means hiring more black folk around his mansion and/or raising the pay of any he might’ve inadvertantly “forked in the ass.”

No way around it: Seinfeld trumpeted the apology hoping to earn holiday cash from more than just the KKK’s Amazon wish list.

The good news is that I’m sure Wal-Mart will order an extra batch of the season where Kramer burns the Puerto Rican flag. Maybe they can even set up an in-store display showing Richards festively lynching with a wreath one of the many black actors never hired on Seinfeld’s lilly-white show.

Borat gives these guys the chance to be assholes on the national stage, and they aren’t even grateful.

Friday, November 10th, 2006

This is too delightful: the asshole frat boys from “Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan” are suing basically every production company involved in the making of the film.

Legal papers said the two men “engaged in behaviour that they otherwise would not have engaged in”….

According to legal documents, a production crew took the pair to a bar to drink and “loosen up” before taking part in a documentary they were told would be shown outside the US.

Bwa-haaa-haa-haaaaaa!

I hope to hell the case gets thrown out. Looking at those guys, I hardly think that drinking themselves stupid and then saying racist and sexist shit is “behaviour that they otherwise would not have engaged in.”

A quick google search finds a statement from the not-sueing fratboy and indicated, yep, these guys were dumb as all hell:

“I got a call from one of my buddies asking me if I wanted to get paid $200 to get drunk, and I said, ‘Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.’ So I went down and I went though an interview process and I was one of the lucky, I guess — or the unlucky — that I got chosen,” he said.

They interviewed for the chance to make $200 to get drunk? And this did not strike them at all suspicious? Borat was supposed to have one hell of a release form, which I guess they didn’t read.

Let’s set up a hypothetical scenario here. Say one of these guys had met a girl at a bar and bought her round after round until he was finally able to fuck her without too much of a fight. And the next day she sobered up and decided she’d been raped and wanted an investigation and prosecution. How much do you want to bet these frat boys would be among the first to join the “doesn’t matter that the bitch was drunk, she didn’t fight back so obviously she consented” choir? But when the tables are turned and suddenly it’s them being sweet-talked and boozed up until they miss the obvious warning signs and end up hurt and humiliated, oh, now it’s different.

Britney dumps K-Fed, saves America

Thursday, November 9th, 2006

Sometimes, things are funny because they’re true. When I said that Britney Spears was the living embodiment of the American zeitgeist, I was joking. But I didn’t think it was funny because it was true.

Sure, her first big break came in 1993, the same year Clinton took office. Okay, 1998/1999 were her happiest years, much like America’s. Yes, in 2000, she tried to play the girl/woman and virgin/whore as America played with the uniter/divider. Yeah, she released “Crossroads” at the same time Bush began lying about WMDs. And I admit it seemed a little odd that she shackled herself to Federline and dumped her manager of ten years in the second half of 2004, right when the country re-upped Bush in one of the greatest election day mistakes in US history.

America and Britney became eye-averting trainwrecks together, but I wasn’t serious about their connection. Until now.

Two days ago, Britney Spears kicked K-Fed’s ass to the curb. And she did it via a humilating, well-deserved kick to the nuts: by sending him a text message. Similarly, America filed for divorce from the Republican Congress with a humiliating, well-deserved kick to the nuts: by taking custody of not one, but both Houses.

Thus ended an era:

On Tuesday evening, Britney Spears surprised America by showing up on David Letterman as a whole new Britney:

Doesn’t she look… together? Self-assured? Like she’s found her direction again? As though the last few years may have been painful and scarring but given her a bit of wisdom and much-needed common sense?

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but the evidence is incontrovertible. Britney Spears is America. Not in some figurative way, either; her life literally dictates American destiny.

I guess that officially makes the Republicans our K-Feds. As I said earlier today, naming them as such might be the finest, most accurate compliment we can pay them.

So, America, thank Britney for coming to her senses. Now our K-Feds are history, too.

Dear Madonna and Brangelina,

Tuesday, October 17th, 2006

Third World countries are not animal shelters.

With love,

McBoing

The Ultimate Epistemological Question

Tuesday, October 17th, 2006

Will Brangelina last?

Lance Bass Comes Out

Wednesday, July 26th, 2006

Lance Bass reveals he is gay in an upcoming issue of People Magazine. He is reportedly very happy about finally coming out — as you would be too if you were a gay dude pretending to like girls to sell records for fucking N*SYNC (not like anyone else hasn’t had to do that before).

But what makes this event so intriguing is that Bass appears to have been outed, not only by the NYPost, but by various celebrity blogs as well.

While some publications felt justified to report on Bass’ private life because he was apparently misleading the public, the Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation says none of Bass’ actions justified invading his privacy.

“Coming out is a personal, private decision that needs to be made by the individual,” said Damon Romine, GLAAD entertainment media director, in an interview before Bass made his announcement.

“Media speculation about people’s sexual orientation is not something we support.”

Cue someone on Ryan Seacrest.*

* Because you know we’ll be seeing even more inane comments on this post for months.

You Love Crispin Glover

Thursday, July 13th, 2006

You do:

Zidane is better than Oasis, which is better than Queen which is better than the Beatles

Thursday, July 13th, 2006

This is nice:

This is better: (more…)

It’s an accessory, not a choice.

Friday, July 7th, 2006

MSN hits all the targets of bad taste when it asks the question, “How on Earth did it get so cool to be pregnant?” and then titled their answer “Hip to be Round” complete with a 15-year retrospective of pregnant celebrities.

Speaking of pregnant celebrities…satire, meet reality. You two have more in common than you think.

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Anyway, enough scariness, back to the article-mocking.

Maybe there’s something in the water. Even the most casual pop-culture consumer has probably noticed that the latest must-have celebrity accessory is, apparently, a belly. Check out the July 10 issue of Star magazine. It features the “Hollywood Bump Brigade” with pictures of preggo Jennie Garth, Maggie Gyllenhaal and Sofia Coppola. Britney Spears channeled her inner-Demi Moore by posing naked with her bump on the cover of this month’s Harper’s Bazaar. Angelina Jolie took it all to a whole new level by commandeering a coastal African country for her delivery.

Unless the water of New York and California is filled with radioactive super sperm , I highly doubt the water is what is causing this red-hot trend. But I’m not a doctor, I’m just someone who gets annoyed when people who are paid to write start off with a lazy inappropriate cliche.

Ok, for starters, Britney Spears has no inner Demi Moore. Britney Spears has a worthless husband, suprise second pregnancy, poor parenting skills and a need to stay in the spotlight so her career doesn’t fade any more rapidly than it was before she starting churning out K-Fed spawn. She needs a divorce lawyer and some decent advice on everything from hair dye to childcare. Bazaar making her look all cute and toned and airbrushed on the cover of a magazine like everything in her life is OK, enviable, even, is not helping. Bazaar, stop enabling Britney Spears!

Secondly, Jolie’s sealing up an entire nation so she can have a baby was one of the greatest abuses of power ever in history orchestrated by a someone who was not royalty. That’s not a “whole new level” that is a “shameful act for which she should be smacked about the face and head by the very human-rights organizations that she has helped in the past.” She’d thank them later. Also, please note that that baby was all of 7 days old before the grocery store headlines went from “Oh gurgle gurgle look at the sexy awesome family” to “Baby ruining relationship, oh my God! It’s all over!” so maybe you don’t want to draw any more attention to them in this article seeing as…

You’re point seems to be that a properly cared for an Pilates-ed up “bump” is an accessory, when in fact it is a fetus, which turns into a baby, which is a whole nother thing entirely and which should not be taken lightly as it is a life changing event that can not be sent to the thrift store once it is no longer fashionable.

Julia Beck, founder of Forty Weeks, a marketing company that studies expectant and new parents, says there has indeed been a bump in the number of visible bumps. The culture of pregnancy, she says, is undergoing something of a rebirth. What was once something to be endured—a practically taboo means to an end—has become the end in itself. It’s hip to be round.

Let’s try that again, with honesty this time:

Julia Beck, founder of Forty Weeks, a marketing compnay that studies expectant and new parents, says that there has indeed been a bump in the number of visible bumps. As it turns out, she says, pregnant woman are a rich, wonderful, almost mouth-watering market who until recently were swaddled in tents of such embarassing colors and patterns that they could hardly be seen outdoors. If we can show them sexy pregnant celebrities wearing sexy expensive maternity clothes, then we can tap into their deepest insecurities at a time when their hormones are doing most of the work for us and get them to spend sooo much money, oh, god, it makes me want to orgasm just thinking about it….what? Oh, yeah, printable quote…uhhh, culture of pregancy, hip to be round, something like that ok?

That seems a bit more like it.

So Julia’s totally plugging the baby-industrial complex here. She’s not even trying to hide it. There are a bunch of wonderful ways to snark this article, but I think it’s best to watch Julia machete her way through this infomercial with all the grace of those Disney Ballerina-Ostriches.

NEWSWEEK: It seems like pregnancy is almost hip right now.
Julia Beck: It is definitely hip to be pregnant right now.

Why is that?
I think what we’re looking at is a shift from pregnancy simply being a means to an end—in other words, it was a 40-week obligation, there was a gestational period going at the end of which that’s when the fun began. The exit strategy was literally a baby’s entry into the world. So we shifted.

When did that start?
The major shift was about five years ago. It became much more experiential. People began to see pregnancy as a major accomplishment and they really began to think about it as the moment itself. So you then began to see products that are answering that call.

That’s right, pregnancy is cool now because we got all introspective – and everyone knows you can’t spell “introspection” without “complete range of new products and services – ask me for details!” Well, you can’t in American English, anyway.

What kinds of new products and services, you ask? Well…

First of all this whole notion of being very pleased with your pregnant self, this notion of finding ways to celebrate pregnancy by having very interestingly themed baby showers or very well-thought out nurseries or a higher standard of baby carriage.

Finding ways to celebrate services! And products of a higher standard! What is a pregancy without an interestingly themed baby shower or a monster freaking expensive baby carriage?

No, really.

Yeah, higher standard of baby carriage, but some of them go for $800 or more. It also gets to the edge of ridiculous.
It does get to the ridiculous. But at the same time it’s all about range of option and the one thing you can’t argue with is more options. More women are able to really find what they want and parents are able to find the right parenting tools for themselves. Before we had a really, really narrow field. I have an 8-year-old and I couldn’t decorate that nursery in anything that wasn’t really typical duck and bunny look. But then people came out like Amy Coe and she started to infuse vintage-inspired fabrics into a nursery. More sophisticated, more elegant

Julia’s loathe to agree that an $800 baby stroller is silly, because she is focused like a laser on her message (Message: Any money spent on goods or services to make your pregancy perfect is money well spent. Ask me how!). What it’s about is options! Wealthy self absorbed pregnant women can’t have too many options, you know. The non-wealthy ones, eh, fuck ‘em, they hardly pay for goods or services at all. As a marketing executive, Julia can’t even see them. Sometimes she actually sits on them on the subway because she honestly thought the seat was empty.

I’m not a parent and hardly a pregnancy expert, but I have to call bullshit on the idea that decorating for a child in a way that won’t drive you insane requires the help of Amy Coe. My mom did it on her own. The walls were yellow. The furniture was wood. And the decorations were toys. Done and done.

Are you a new mom? You need Julia. Are you the type of woman who generally feels like she’s in charge of any situation? Then you just need to hand Julia a blank, signed check right now.

Women are waiting more often now than they used to. Why are they waiting and how does it affect their lifestyle to suddenly become pregnant?
You take a woman who has accomplished great things in the career place. She’s used to having support personnel under her; she knows how to solve problems. You’re literally throwing her down on her back at the bottom of the learning curve. What that does is open a whole new industry which is the expert baby advice, because they are less likely to go with their intuition. That is one of the elements that is the most troublesome to me.

Are you past child-bearing age, not actually a woman, or not even necessarily human, but you know someone who is or might one day be pregnant? Then you need Julia, too.

Any sense of what the next big thing is going to be?
I’m fixated on everyone else trying to pretend they’re pregnant—I call it pregnancy by association. Expectant fathers, expectant grandparents, expectant siblings and expectant pets. There’s products for everybody right now. There are diaper bags just for dad. There are “I’m a Big Sister” T-shirts. The other trend that is here but growing by leaps and bounds is the green baby. Certainly celebrities are embracing that trend, and, as always, they’re the first. They’ve been doing organic baby food on the West Coast for a while.

Julia, she’s available. Julia. With so much at stake, can you afford to not give Julia money? Call Julia now. Operators are standing by.

BONUS! Entry-level patriarchy blaming! Practice here if Twisty won’t let you comment yet!

Amanda has discussed the fixation on pregnant celebrities before, although I can only find one example of it I know she’s attacked it a couple of times.

Analyze Julia’s statements, and tell us what part of the patriarchy/conspicuous consumer culture she’s pimping for most offensively, and why. For those of you who don’t meet Twisty’s standards, this is an excellent opportunity to hone your patriarchy-blaming skills. Don’t be shy, now. There’s plenty here to work with.

UPDATED: I googled Amy Coe, and oh my jesus freaking criminey, I didn’t realize it was that bad. I must have been thinking of someone completely different – I swear to god the baby-room designer I read about in People or wherever at the laundromat wasn’t that bad. It didn’t occur to me that there could be more than one baby-room designer. I am shamefully naive. And wickedly tempted to send the link to my pregnant pending-sister-in-law.

Peado Pic of the Week, and Misc Video

Thursday, July 6th, 2006

Well it looks like Vladimir Putin, President of Russia, is a big old compulsive peado:

This brings us one step closer to the day when the past joke about how George Bush could rape a child live on national TV and still being supported by the crazy godbags and Neo-Cons, ceases being a joke and becomes a testable hypothesis.

And Here’s The Hoff, singing and pratting around with the Oonga Chucka song:

And yet, neither of those two ever get partially mangled in a wood chipper.

Twice I’ve found shit like that, I now fear putting the word “kitten” into the Flickr search thingie.

Real News, I Swear

Thursday, July 6th, 2006

Ice-T to Produce Hasselhoff’s First Rap Album.


Note: Man pictured with Hassel the Hoff is not Ice-T.