Friday, August 20, 2010

When You're Feeling Tired AND Oppressed

Welcome to The Snazzy Napper, also known as a clever way of making the burqa and/or being homeless and needing some way to comfortably sleep on a park bench in the middle of the day, a fashion statement. It's like the schizophrenic cousin of the Snuggie. And in case you were wondering, it comes in two sizes:
1) Dish Towel: Give your torso the any-time sleep it deserves.
2) Beach Blanket: For the more fashionably daring. Become invisible!

And if anyone tries to tell you you're insane, tell them they're insane for staying awake in the middle of the day.The Snazzy Napper!!!

Monday, August 16, 2010

Starbucks-esperanza Leads to Insanity

It's like the beginning of a bad dinner theater sketch: "So an English Professor walks into a Starbucks and tries to order breakfast..." Haven't we all felt just a little insane ordering a tall/venti/grande/latte/half caf/extra shot/blah/blah/blah. I just love that it was the bagel that pushed her over the edge. 




Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Flight Attendant is a National Treasure; Levi Johnston: "That's Mayor McTool to you."

It's been awhile since anything in the news did more than make me depressed. So you can imagine my unbridled joy this morning when I discovered not one, but two fantastic items out on the wires of this fine, fine, dysfunctional country.

Let's begin with the Jet Blue flight attendant who did what every sick-of-my-crap-job-and-all-the-overentitled-jackasses-that-come-with-it has wanted to do since actually having to work for a living was invented. He hurled obscenties, grabbed some beer, made a triumphant exit down an inflatable slide, and went straight home to have sex with his boyfriend. My god this man is fantastic.

And then, because no "I Give You America!" post could possibly be complete without an update from the great state of Alaska, we learn today that Levi Johnston - moose hunter, impregnator, King D-Bag - is running for mayor of wee Wasilla. It's almost baffling that one small town could turn out so many dopes, but then, it's the dopes - especially the dopes that pose for Playgirl and/or like to make up new words "like Shakespeare" - that make the news just this much fun. Give it up for Wasilla everybody. Wasilla.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

US Mother Ships Adopted Boy Back to Russia

Let me get this straight. A single mother of one child in Tennessee adopts a 6 year old Russian boy and then ships him back to the Motherland with a note pinned to his shirt not even a year later because she didn't like his behavior. The Russian-speaking kid formerly known as Artyom Salvayev (which is just a bad-ass name), was sent to live with Mommie Dearest a year ago and, apparently, didn't catch-on quickly enough for this Southern lady that the words "fire" and "burn your house down" might equal a one-way ticket on Aeroflot. Or maybe he did. Maybe he just couldn't believe his bad luck that he came all this way only to live in a trailer park with a woman who pulled his hair and told him she didn't love him. Even Dollywood wasn't going to take this pain away.

I could blame this directly on Torry Ann Hansen, the "mother" who shipped him back, but I choose to blame it on Wal-Mart and their excellent exchange policy. Clearly this lunatic was so used to rollbacks she figured she'd give it a shot. Even if it set off an international incident. That's the same thing as walking out with the security tag still in, right?

http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/04/09/us.russian.adoption.return/index.html?hpt=T2

George W. Bush 'knew Guantánamo prisoners were innocent' - Times Online

This horror show kind-of, sort-of speaks for itself. Though I have a bone to pick with the idea that George W. Bush ever "knew" anything. Perhaps "divined" or "read it in a fortune cookie" would be more accurate.

George W. Bush 'knew Guantánamo prisoners were innocent' - Times Online