Rumors are circulating of Hamas members used to crack down on protesters as well. Hmm…

Throughout my relatively young life, people were always talking about the day the great America falls. They would always say: "America is the new Rome. They are too greedy and too corrupt. They will fall apart eventually. Their economy will be the end of them" And I remember always kind of ignoring them, being all "yeah, sure" and moving on with my day. The day America falls apart? It was like the Apocalypse: always pending, but never really arrives. Impossible. It's just the talk of an envious jealous bunch.

And then the day came and proved the envious jealous bunch right: America did fall apart, thanks to an implosion in its economy, finally. But what those sooth-sayers and predicters of doom failed to forsee that when America decided to fall apart, it took all of us down with it. Their economy is too big, globalization, international financial markets and free trade linked us all to them, and now we are all hoping for signs of american recovery, because that's when we will know that this economic crisis is on its way out. Hell, one could go a step further and say that it's in our best interest to help the american economy recover, because it's the only way the rest of us will recover as well. Ok, so we don't have to actually improve the american economy, but let's try to be gentler and nicer with it from now on. Like, when you see America walking down the street, invite it in for some tea and cookies. If it's under the weather, go with it to the doctor. And always always try to help repair its self esteem, because it's very bruised and batterd at this point. In other words, show that you care, even if you don't. Fake it if you have to, but help them get through this. It's for your own self-interest.

I guess this means gay men, lesbians and whatever classification of people who like shemales fall under can now have the same chance at marital misery like anybody else in Sweden. Good stuff!

Okay, God. So Let's get this straight: You gave Pigs 30 minute orgasms, and Jellyfish immortality ( mind you, they revert to youth after they have finish mating, so orgasms and then youth), and all we get is religion? Can we talk about this? 

Permenant Press is the most mysterious of all wash-cycles!

But only the Zionist kind!

h/t: LGF!

Humanity has advanced, when it has advanced, not because it has been sober, responsible, and cautious, but because it has been playful, rebellious, and immature.

Tom Robbins

The First Lesbian couple to get married in California. They are 84 and 87. 

I know, it should've been resumed a week ago, but the annoying people at work are actually making me do work till late hours at night, so I basically never had any time to do anything but work and sleep and find some time to eat in the middle. The thing is, besides my regular responsibilities, I found myself also responsible for finishing the new office, including hiring the work force, buying the materials, hounding the interior designer, picking the furniture and doing all the legal work necessary as well. In short, I now possess all the knowledge necessary to now work as a contractor. My MBA professors would be so proud.

So yeah, I naturally took friday off, and by off I meant I slept and watched a marathon of bad movies (2 Jet Lee movies, Resident Evil 3 and RAMBO 4. Yes, fuckin Rambo 4. Beat that!) which left me really happy and giddy. I love bad movies, especially bad horror movies, because they always have this one cool scene in them. House of Wax had the famous kill Paris Hilton scene, which was simply awesome, and Resident Evil 3 has Ashanti killed by being plucked to death by a huge number of crows. If that doesn't give you the warm fuzzies inside….well, ok, so you are not a sick person, but damn man, don't you watch TV? THEY SO HAVE IT COMING. Fine, ok, so it's just me then. Whatever.

Anyway, let's begin! 

First of all, I would like to note that I have nothing but love and respect to Hossam at arabawy, despite our political ..ehh…..yeah, let's just call them differences. Sure the differences only seems to intensify after his trip to the US and his stay in Berkley, but that's his deal and his journey, and I honestly can't spout off on that. 

I can, however, make fun all I want with the crazy array of characters that he seems to broadcast on his blog. The guy has managed to show-off every Yahoo-activist there is in freakin Berkley, which is AMAZING, considering how it's the job for those who don't have one over there. But I am not going to make fun of those either. Instead, I will choose to make fun of those who participated in the Nakba anniversary concert, for it seems to have unearthed that rare breed of Hip-hop Palestinian/palestinian rights artists, such as Patriarch and the P-Stine RYDERS , or the I-can-t-believe-an-Egyptian-could-be-so-lame DJ EMANcipation (get it, Eman..Emancipation? She is so clever). They are all wearing authentic palestinian Hip-Hop gear, which has to include a "Resistance" T-shirt and a Palestinian Kuffeyah.

Now, if we ignore the lameness of the artists (P-STINE Ryders? P-STINE????), we will come along to the real issue that I find all of this very fascinating and eye-opening. As I watched the pictures, as I surveyed the artists, one question kept popping in my mind: Are they actually celebrating the Nakba? For reals?

Now, if you can manage to avoid your distaste for the concept of celebrating the national catastrophe of palestinians, I would like to inform you of the good news: The Nakba is on its way to become a national palestinian Holiday, just like Passover became one for the jews. I mean, think about it, how long after the exodus, and after the 40 years of being lost in the desert, did Passover become a national jewish holiday with its own designated food? It must've started with the same spirit of this Nakba concert: as a way to commemorate a painful collective memory. This means that in like 10 years of such Nakba celebration, chances are someone will invent a Nakba meal, made exclusively of Palestinian dishes, and it will become a tradition of sorts, to eventually sprout its own line of Nakba greeting cards. The day will come where we will meet the Palestinians at our workplaces and schools and wish them a happy Nakba face to face, or give them the probably expensive Nakba cards that Hallmark will probably designate an entire division for. It will be great!  

And when this happens, please, don't forget the Pioneers who turned the Nakba from a day of mourning to a day of celebration: The P-Stine Ryders, DJ EMANcipation and the entire crew of Nakba at 60 concert. Without their tireless efforts, we wouldn't probably have Nakba candy ("Tastes delicious, just like Zionist blood") in 30 years. But remember, when it happens, you've heard it here first!

I don't care what colour you are. I don't care where you're from. I
don't care what you do for a living. I don't care what class you are,
how you dress, what you smoke or drink or who you know or whom you've
fucked.

I hate you all. I hate every last living, breathing, snot and feces
producing, promiscuously copulating, celebrity obsessed, opinionated
one of you. From right here in Toronto right around the planet and
back, coast to coast, nationwide and internationally. Every. Single.
Last. One. Of. You.

Fuck love. Fuck your insipid grasping at some abstract concept of
chemical imbalances and reasonless actions, fumbling around in the
crowd trying to find some cinematic supposition for real human
interaction. Fuck lust, too. Fuck you all, from the lowlife dirtbags
that think dropping trou and waving the little soldier in a sloppy arc
is a pick-up line to the sniveling of the desperate 'nice guys' who
never get the girl due to a total lack of testosterone grown stones.
Fuck you all, from the crazy, under dressed sluts that judge a persons
character by the price of their shirt, right down to the fat, flabby
chicks that think personality is enough.

Fuck you drivers, for thinking that a yellow light is a sign that says
'step on the gas'. Fuck you wheelmen and women that think it's okay to
sit in a left hand turn in the middle of morning traffic, even though
there is a protected left in the intersections before and after where
you need to make your turn. Fuck you too cyclists – you're not exempt
from the traffic laws just because your peddling, you miserable spandex
covered neon reflective fucks. Fuck you too, pedestrians. Use the
fucking crosswalk if you don't want to get hit, and use it before the
little countdown clock says '3'. You don't have enough goddamn time to
lope across four lanes of traffic.

Fuck you chick on your cellphone. Fuck you attitude packed
minimum-wager that makes my coffee. Fuck you cops that spend all their
time handing out speeding tickets. Fuck you douche bag doing ten over
the limit in the passing lane on the highway. Fuck you lady using exact
change at the counter at the grocery store. Fuck you kids having a
conversation in the doorway. And fuck you also for not getting the fuck
out of your designated handicapped seat when a pregnant or elderly
person gets on the fucking bus.

Fuck taxes. Fuck welfare. Fuck the whole selfish, over politicized
and party driven government system. I'm sick and fucking tired of
policies and new laws with seven hundred bylaws that nobody but you and
your cabinet reads. Fuck you councilors and your stupid 'district
improvement' plans. Fuck you unions, for asking for so much and giving
nothing more that what you already give. Fuck the whole process that
allows people who are supposed to be working for us work for interests
that only benefit the next campaign. Fuck your short-sightedness, your
rush to the bandwagons, and your incessant arguing over fuck all. Fuck
the parties, fuck the conventions, and fuck your campaigns. Do some
real fucking work for a change.

Fuck you bottles of water. You're water. You're not worth two fucking dollars.
Fuck you trendsetters, fuck you fashionistas. Fuck your little dogs
and and your idiotic outfits. Fuck your high heels in the snow. Fuck
your five dollar coffees and your fifteen dollar veggie burgers. Fuck
your health kick, your diet or your fucking new interest in kickboxing
or sushi.

Fuck your culture. Fuck your race. Fuck your sense of entitlement. Fuck
your sense of uniqueness. Fuck you all for the belief that you have
something unique and interesting to contribute. Fuck you for filling
the internet with your useless garbage. Fuck your blogs, your wikis,
your forums. Fuck your name calling. And most of all, fuck whatever you
believe. It's all wrong. Fuck it.

Fuck your complaints. Fuck your addictions. Fuck your dependencies.
Fuck your pain. Fuck your tears. Fuck selling whatever it is you sell.
Fuck your manipulation of others. Fuck movies. Fuck fucking. Fuck
everything you own. Fuck your allergies. Fuck your stupid commons
sense. Fuck your spelling and fuck your lack of education, or your
ignorance, whatever is applicable.

I don't give a fuck. Shut the fuck up and just get on with it.

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" As I watched what was happening in Khartoum, and then what was happening in Beirut, I stopped and relaized that this fitna is not natural. That this all seems connected. That there are invisible hands behind the conflict in those two areas."

Amr Khaled, Islamic televangelist and current crusader against drug-use in order to combat irrelevancy. The Invisible hands he is mentioning are naturally those of the Jooz, of course! 

On shallow straw, in shadeless glass,
Huddled by empty bowls, they sleep:
No dark, no dam, no earth, no grass -
Mam, get us one of them to keep.

Living toys are something novel,
But it soon wears off somehow.
Fetch the shoebox, fetch the shovel -
Mam, we're playing funerals now.

Philip Larkin

World's Greatest Douche bag:  A vegetarian Linux programmer who uses Apple computers!