Archive for June, 2007
Or going the homer route: “Mmmmm… Baaaconnnn…”
Be sure to read the comments. 🙂
[Update: Rivrdog over at Random Nuclear Strikes comments:
As soon as I find and pull the circuit breaker on the cholesterol alarm (which is masking the sound of the Fat alarm which will also have to be silenced), Iâ??ll thaw out a package of thick-sliced Fletcherâ??s and make one of those.
Personally, I like the idea of cutting the bacon in half and making perfectly sized burger-toppers. That’s only 1/4 of a pound of bacon each — much more healthy that way.]
[Update: For those who don’t know what the headline is referring to… it’s this classic advertisement.]
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The government of England has knighted Salman Rushdie — a novelist whose book “The Satanic Verses” inspired a fatwa against him in 1989.
Mohammed Ijaz ul-Haq, [Pakistan’s] religious affairs minister, told the Pakistani parliament in Islamabad. “The west is accusing Muslims of extremism and terrorism. If someone exploded a bomb on his body he would be right to do so unless the British government apologises and withdraws the ‘sir’ title.”
So… let me get this straight: The minister of religious affairs is calling for suicide bombers — that is, mass-murder — over a religious insult, and in the same breath he can’t figure out why those mean ol’ westerners accuse Muslims of extremism and terrorism?
I guess we’re now supposed to accuse them of astonishing stupidity as well? Rather than listening to him, Muslims would do well to riot in protest of people like Mohammed Ijaz ul-Haq.
In the eastern city of Multan, hardline Muslim students burned effigies of the Queen and Rushdie, chanting “Kill him! Kill him!”
Oh. Well never mind then. He’s helping to destroy what’s left of their culture — and it looks like other Muslims are going to let him.
Pakistan’s minister for parliamentary affairs, Sher Afgan Khan Niazi,[…] told MPs: “The ‘sir’ title from Britain for blasphemer Salman Rushdie has hurt the sentiments of the Muslims across the world. Every religion should be respected.
Madam, I have no respect whatsoever for the twisted amalgam of leftist relativism and medieval thuggery that you call “religion”. Islamism Delenda Est.
There are a lot of people out there who decry associating this type of thing with religion, claiming “That’s not really Islam”. Well folks, it is Islam, and will continue to be Islam for as long as Muslims continue to allow people such as these to represent them. If that’s not Islam then “real” Muslims the world over really need to think about reclaiming their religion from the monsters in charge.
I’m driving home from work today, listening to… the radio, (contemporary pop) and all of a sudden I am “treated” to a commercial for HIV drugs. Have we truly gone that far? Are drug companies now competing for profits by selling HIV drugs? How sad is that?…
Is HIV nothing more than a bad case of hemorrhoids now?
That’s nothing, G. A few years ago there was a large billboard on the tollway as you came into Chicago — captioned:
WHO’S THE FATHER?
It was an ad for paternity tests. Apparently there is a large enough market of women who have no idea who the father(s) of their child(ren) is/are that that expensive billboard was worth advertising to them.
All these years at the hands of the anointed who are going to bring us to a golden age by demanding that nobody is allowed to judge anybody else, and here we are. The more I think about it, the more I believe we are living in a diseased culture.
Maybe I’m just a bit oversensitive to these kinds of hamfisted theatrics in movies these days, but the dual messages I got from [the movie’s opening scene] were: 1 Terrorists = Pirates; and 2 Pirates are the good guys. Nod nod wink wink. That, plus the fact that the baddies were all agents of the East India Company dun dun DUNNN rather than the British Empire, even to the extent of the Evil Officers body falling in an iconic “Y” onto the branching arms of the EIC flag floating in the water at the end, make me wonder if there is any movie that can conceivably be made these days thats safe from being turned into some kind of adolescent mewling about Guantanamo or WMDs. I confidently wait for the next Harry Potter installment, in which the Order of the Phoenix dons the wizarding equivalent of Che Guevara fatigues and storms the offices of the Ministry of Magic where robed desk clerks hunch over the paperwork for cushy no-bid contracts for Wizardburton.