Movie Recommendation...

I threw this one into my queue on Netflix since I've been waiting for Inglourious Basterds and The Hurt Locker since their release dates.

I remember reading a positive review of Der Baader Meinhof Komplex when it came out so I thought I'd give it a try but didn't have much in the way of expectations.  Wow!  Was I surprised.  Believe me when I tell you that you will be absolutely riveted by this two and a half hour German film with subtitles about the Red Army Faction (Rote Armee Faktion) terrorist group that robbed and murdered it's way across Germany and Western Europe during the tumultuous 60's and 70's.  (I know my readers are smart and not scared off by subtitled films.)

Der Baader Meinhof Komplex grabs you from its opening scene and keeps you in the grip of its fascinating story all the way to the end.  Part political thriller, part police procedural and a well crafted character study that explores how the seduction of violence is equal to ideology in the making of terrorists.

A 2009 Academy Award Nominee for Best Foreign Language Film.  You have to see this movie.

Earthquakes aren't natural disasters. There must be someone or something we can pin it on.

Pat Robertson.

The insane drunk at the end of the bar.

Christian edition. 

I closed my last post with the hope that God would help the Haitian people through the catastrophic earthquake and its aftermath.  I obviously spoke too soon since I've learned that Pat Robertson, the always cringe producing Christian broadcaster, has placed the blame squarely on...are you ready?...the Haitian people themselves.  That's right.  God's righteous wrath has smote the hapless Haitians for supposedly making a pact with Satan himself to get rid of the French in the 1800's.  Wow, who knew?  Selling your soul is a decision that would require a great deal of...sorry...soul searching, but to get rid of the French it just might be a fair bargain.  Pat Robertson has a propensity for saying things that make God look petty and peevish so I would avoid standing next to Pat during the next disaster for fear of being collateral damage when God finally flings a lightning bolt at him for saying such stupid shit.

Danny Glover.

Actor, activist, commie-cuddling crackpot.

Not to be outdone by pre-Alzheimer's preachers, D list actor Danny Glover, last seen with his nose firmly planted in the assholes of Hugo Chavez and Fidel Castro, farted out this brilliant observation from the rutabaga that passes for his brain.  "Whatever happened in Haiti could happen anywhere in the Caribbean because all these island nations are in peril because of global warming.  When we see what we did at the climate summit in Copenhagen, this is the response, this is what happens, you know what I'm sayin'?"  Yes, Dr. Glover of the University of Dumbass, I do know what you're sayin'.  Global warming causes earthquakes especially in the Caribbean because its never been hot there before.  Brilliant.

So, let's see what we have so far.  The lefties blame Bush and Cheney.  Pat Robertson blames the Haitians for sucking up to Satan for favors.  And Danny Glover blames global warming.

Me?  I blame Tiger Woods.  Yes, Tiger Woods.  His incessant humping over the last few years (a lot of it in Florida, right down the road from Haiti, see!...see!) loosened the tectonic plates and BOOM!    Catastrophic earthquake.  You can look it up.  It's science.

Earthquake devastates Haiti...Yup, Bush-Cheney did it.

No, seriously, I'm not kidding.  Mother Jones, the leading magazine of the lefty kook fringe that makes The Nation seem like National Review, says so.  You can read it all here if you're really in the mood to give yourself an earthquake sized headache.

A people with nothing now have less than nothing.

The situation in Haiti is a horror and I predict that it will descend into Mad Max anarchy in days.  (Mass looting, gunfire and roving bands of machete-wielding men have already been reported as I write this.)  Haiti has been barely a country for decades.  Billions of dollars in aid have been sent there over the years with absolutely nothing to show for it.  What government there is is hopelessly corrupt.  Mix that with narcotic driven thuggery and a culture of voodoo and what you have is Somalia without the urbane sophistication.

What the United States can do to maintain order is unclear.  Are we going to send troops?  There are already too many planes at the airport (with no fuel for return trips) and incoming flights have been suspended.  

This kind of care taken with a body 
will soon be completely impossible.

The immediate problem is, of course, food and shelter.  After that is going to be what to do about the bodies.  Death count estimates have ranged from 50,000 on the low end up to a possible 500,000.  Haiti is in the tropics.  It's been two days.  Anyone killed outright on Tuesday is already starting to decompose.  Badly.  The bacterial contamination is going to be uncontainable and deadly.  The worst natural disaster in American history was the Galveston hurricane in the year 1900.  The death toll estimates range from 6000-12,000.  Recovered bodies were almost immediately taken to the beach and burned in mass cremations and I would guess that 21st century infrastructure in Haiti is inferior to the Texas infrastructure of 1900 so prepare for mass pathogen related disease to go along with the starvation and murder.

God help the Haitian people.

Died Yesterday...

Teddy Pendergrass

Soul Singer

March 26, 1950-Jan. 13, 2010

(Age 59)

Teddy Pendergrass

A great soul voice silenced.

R.I.P.

A distinctive voice from the prolific Philly based Gamble-Huff soul music factory of the 70's, Teddy Pendergrass was best known as the lead vocalist on the big hits from the group Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes.  Bad Luck, If You Don't Know Me By Now, and my personal favorite, Love TKO all featured the ballsy, raspy voice that was Teddy Pendergrass's signature.

In 1982, Teddy was involved in a single vehicle accident when the brakes on his Rolls-Royce failed and he smashed into a couple of trees.  Teddy was paralyzed from the waist down as a result but continued to record until 2006.  He also founded the Teddy Pendergrass Alliance that was dedicated to helping others with spinal cord injuries.

Death was caused by complications from colon cancer surgery.

Harry Reid's approval ratings are in the 30's...and his racial attitudes are from the 1930's..

After weeks of porn, poon, peenies in pipes and putrescent pieces of people, at last we have some...politics.

Senate Majority Leader Harry "The Undertaker" Reid has found himself in a bit of a pickle after being quoted in a new book being, as it is so delicately put these days, "racially insensitive".   In "Game Change" which is about the 2008 presidential campaign, authors Mark Halperin and John Heilemann quote Senator Reid as calling then Senator Obama "light skinned" with "no Negro dialect, unless he wanted to have one."  He then went on to add that Senator Obama "carried a knife and had a big dick" and "danced really good especially after a meal of fried chicken and watermelon washed down with grape soda and topped off with a menthol cigarette."  OK.  I admit my research assistant, Lexxie, is still trying to firm up that last quote.

Senator Reid:  "If we have to have a negro nominee 
I'm sure glad that at least he's light skinned."

Senator Biden:  "Clean and articulate, too!"

Senator White Sheet has already begun his obligatory apology tour and has been washed clean by President Messiah who granted him absolution by making him say 10 Our Martin Luther Kings and 5 Hail Rosa Parks as penance.  When awakened from his puddle of drool and asked for comment, former Klansman Senator Robert Byrd said that he didn't see what the fuss was all about and that his friend Harry obviously is not familiar with what the proper "N" word is to use in these situations.

All in all a possibly career ending disaster that will blow over by Monday since Senator Reid is a Democrat.

Man literally lays pipe.

From the always readable UK Sun.

Some doofus numbnuts from Britain got his cock stuck in a length of pipe and it had to have it removed with a grinding tool.  Frankly, I think the fact that he was grinding his tool into a pipe was the cause of his troubles.

I like how the story notes that the man failed to explain how his turgid member found it's way into the pipe.

Let's put on our Sherlock hats and see if we can use our powers of deduction, shall we?

1)  He's a Brit.  Ergo, he's drunk.

2) He's a guy.  Ergo, he's horny.

Deduction:  He looks bleary-eyed at a length of pipe and sees a pussy.  Case closed.

 Soon as I'm done here 
I'm gonna find me something to fuck, Mate. 

Speaking of brains, this funeral director has shit for them.

Here is a good one thanks to our intrepid troller of the interwebs, tbird.  The story is out of Albuquerque, New Mexico where a funeral home sent the deceased's brain to the family along with some of her personal effects.  What's the complaint?  Isn't a brain a personal effect?  HaHa!  And don't you love the name of the funeral director?  Johnny DeVargas.  "Whoah, hey Johnny, how's da boy?  Can ya' get rid of a couplea former business associates of mine?  A little no paperwork cremation would be good.  Capiche?"

Seriously though, nobody wants to get a bag of brains along with some clothing and a watch.  When you get a body back from a coroner's office (and this lady was in a car accident so that is for sure where she started) the embalmer has to open up the rough stitching on the torso and there inside is what is known as the viscera bag.  When somebody gets an autopsy all the organs including the brain are removed, examined and then put into a plastic bag and sewn back up inside the torso.  YOU DO NOT WANT TO DROP THE BAG OR TEAR IT IN ANY WAY!  It stinks to high heaven.

This still doesn't explain how the brain got to the family.  That's what lawsuits are for, I guess.

Cemetery Shocker...Graveyard in country's most Democratic city is a shithole and a half. I blame Bush.

The family of Mary Marsh went to visit her grave in city run Holt Cemetery in New Orleans and found her "feets" sticking out.  Very upsetting as you can imagine.  Especially since the family claims that she was buried in a "beautiful" casket.  (Be sure to click on the video to see the fine quality groundskeeping at Holt Cemetery.  I wouldn't bury my dog Spike there.)

Sumpin' be awful fishy here.  A "beautiful" casket doesn't fall apart in three months.  The cemetery has had issues before with exposed bones on the ground along with other problems.  I know that New Orleans has some pretty soupy ground and has cemeteries that do only above ground interments, but still.  A decent vault buried properly should have protected the casket for longer than this.  (I'm thinking the body was removed from the casket and the casket was re-sold.)

The mayor's office has informed the family that an investigation will take place forthwith.  Right.

Died on this date:

Phil Lynott

Singer/Bassist

Aug. 29, 1949-Jan. 4, 1986

(Age 36)

Bass player and vocalist for one of the most underrated bands of the Classic Rock genre, Thin Lizzy.  Phil had a great voice and was a damn good bassist.  Bad Reputation and Jailbreak are classic Lizzy albums, well worth checking out.  They got yours truly through many long hours on the road and still occupy prime real estate on my iPod.

Phil was a biracial Irishman who unfortunately had the Irish disease.  Severely drug and alcohol addicted, Phil Lynott's body basically gave out after he collapsed on Christmas Day in 1985.  He died a little over a week later from heart failure and pneumonia.

Great song.  "The Boys are Back in Town"

Drunkeness...The Brits are the champs!!!

"For fucks sake, Luv, get up.  
I want you to come meet me mum." 

I sit here before you on my 24th consecutive January 1st without a headache that has three aspirin companies submitting bids.  Without me looking around bleary-eyed wondering "what the fuck did I do last night and where the hell are my underpants?"  So I post this with all the smug superiority that only a former degenerate substance abuser can muster.

As most of you know I have a fascination for drunken, loutish behavior.  Most especially of the female variety.  And most especially especially, hammered British lasses face down in the street, skirts akimbo with full panty flash.  Further proof -as if any was needed- that the human race is on a breakneck tumble into the Darwinian pool of certain doom.

Well, the ringing in of New Year 2010 in Ol' Blighty did not disappoint.  Go here for the full rundown of debauchery.  Be sure to click on the video where you learn of the "Booze Buses" (ambulances) that are on constant patrol on the weekends to treat the comatose, the beaten and the stabbed.  Nanny state socialism rocks!!