So much for our vaunted "free press" - as if it ever existed in the first place.

And who remembers The Office of Special Plans? Or Karen Kwiatkowski telling about the day that a group of Israeli generals strutted into the Pentagon as if they owned the place, banged on Doug Feith's door, and demanded to know who he was talking to?

Bushco got away with murder and robbed us blind on his way out the door.

And not a fucking thing will ever be done about it.

More than just the torture, I'm willing to bet it's the indignity of the stunt that has Hannity hesitating, here. With all the rooster strutting that politics has become lately, there's no way he'd want videos or photos circulating of himself in an embarrassing situation, no matter if it would make his point.

Taxes are taxes and are necessary to run a legitimate, law-abiding, reasonably-sized government (if there ever existed one).

That said, beyond agreeable, reasonable standards of taxation, no person has a moral right to take another person's money by force, and electing a politijerk who will take that money by force in your name or on behalf of "the poor" is just as guilty as a common thief.

There's no moral basis for telling a person with $50 that s/he must give $10 to the government in taxes, and then telling a person with $100 that because they have a greater amount of money, they must therefore pay $60 in taxes and be equal to the "$40 neighbor".

Why do liberals have such a hard time with the concept of letting people keep more of what they earn? Letting the poor keep more of their meager paychecks seems, to me, to be the most efficient way of getting money to the people that need it most.

Giving money pell-mell to government (or making your wealthier neighbors give their money to it in your name) doesn't necessarily suit your own interests. Do liberals understand that government has interests of its own? Like any organism, it wants to survive and grow larger and it doesn't care how.

I'm tired of liberals strutting around, making excuses why this time their policies failed (racism/evil corporations/outsourcing/Bob Saget) and why next time they won't, if only we take MOAR from those evil rich people!

Like the companies that should've been "allowed" to fail, liberal-run cities (and states) should get NO bailouts to keep their failed experiments going.

One day when I was ridin' on the train I seen these two kids talkin'
about the Nubian reign had fallen.
I didn't say nothin' cuz these kids caught my goat,
even wore my coat like a murder that they wrote.
So this kid with mouth swagger 'n I'll blaze the cloak and dagger
so I gotta show Dukes the macho lot that I am.
I can rock a jam, make the world drop ham,
oh yes, I'm the bad man, and bad men wear black.
And if it comes to droppin' bombs, yo, I'm with that.
Though I can freak, fly, floow, fuck up a faggot.
Don't understand their ways I ain't down with gays.
You wanna grab the style that was made from my mom and my dad,
when I was young I used to run with a notepad.
Then dimes knew and somehow I knew that I was bad to the bone...
black prodigy since the age of twen-ty.
I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one,
right on the spot, sign my name with a dot.
Diamond D threw me some smooth shit, Bronx crowd roar.
Stick up your wack jam, everybody hit the floor.
Okay it's you, Slim, the hard rock of the pack,
don't wanna kneel to the brothers, you must be holin'.
Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen.
Why did I have to do it? He asked for it.
His man saw it, so it don't mean shit to me.
He's gone, that's how it's supposed to be....check it out now.
I ain't goin' out, man that short shit is dead,
have you heard what I said? If not, ask the dread.
He got a can and that's bad...similar to the one that I got from my own dad.

Your punk ass'll be grass quick fast like my name was flash
when a nigga try and rob me for my cash.
You thought you had a sweet vic, a nice pick,
but you didn't anticipate that I might be sick.
Now who's the trick, cuz I'm not a up. (No, no-no-no!)
I always do the fuckin', just might do the buckin'.
I leave my Nikes stuck in your rectum, till you learn
Brand Nubian, yo, you gotta respect 'em.
Dissect 'em, yo, our word is bond regardless.
To my what, and do the Puma strut.
So step the fuck off, before I punch you in your face,
with the mothafuckin' bass!
Then you're gonna taste blood in your mouth, it's gonna flood south
to the ground, and you're gonna know I don't fuck around.
So if you think you had two soft newjacks,
we're gonna have to off you with a few cracks
to the jaw and you won't pop that shit no more.
Explainin' to your friends why you're layin' on the floor.
Did you want some more? I didn't think so.
Just got whipped like a faggot in the clink, so
I suggest you take your bloody mess and find a piece of wire,
fix your broken jaw, then it's time to retire.
Lord Jamar will live long, cuz I give strong blows the heads of my foes.
Dread flows, gives me power as it grows.
Watch how rass-cladda you catch the speed knot,
heed not, and hell will be your home,
Lord Jamar, Sadat, as we swell your dome.

A little boy was overheard talking to himself as he strutted through the backyard, wearing his baseball cap and toting a ball and bat:

"I'm the greatest batter in the world," he announced.

Then, he tossed the ball into the air, swung at it, and missed.

"Strike One!" he yelled.

Undaunted, he picked up the ball and said again, "I'm the greatest hitter in the world!"

He tossed the ball into the air. When it came down he swung again and missed. "Strike Two!" he cried.

The boy then paused a moment to examine his bat and ball carefully. He spit on his hands and rubbed them together. He straightened his cap and said once more, "I'm the greatest batter in the world!"

Again he tossed the ball up in the air and swung at it. He missed. "Strike Three!"

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "I'm the greatest pitcher in the world!"

It would be one thing if this was a video of nubile coeds cavorting in wet t-shirt contests. The amount of skill involved in this performance makes it a performance. How many times did she have to run through that to be able to do it that seamlessly. I think her corset must have 30 eye hooks. She also has her timing down beautiful. She struts, strikes a pose holds it, and then on beat struts elsewhere on the stage.

At any rate I would agree that it is approaching the edge of decency, if decency is defined by what most suburban god fearing Americans find tolerable.

No fucking way! You guys are not nearly impressed enough.

Dunno how familiar everyone is with trilobites, but they "were" one of the earliest species of life on earth first showed up over 500 million years ago and lived for nearly 300 million years before going extinct. Or did they?

In my geography class we spent a weekend in Death Valley in piles of shale searching for trilobite fossils (if you got a whole body you get extra credit) and we spent much of the semester discussing them. During that whole time I continually imagined what they might have "really" looked like, then I come onto this "video shift" site where, lo and behold, there's a fricken video of one just strutting around town like it's shit doesn't stink!!! It's not just a funny looking bug, but a living fossil, and it blows my mind! Not once did my professor ever mention they have living relatives. And are they direct descendants meaning they didn't really go extinct??? WTF!

(Disclaimer: For any biblical creationists, replace each "million" above with "hundred." Kthx.)

Agreed. Thank you. I've valued many, many other things you've had to say, so I will have no trouble doing so in the future, even if we did spit and strut at each other once.

As we say around these parts, how 'bout them 'niners?

Even the MC is cool, kittykat. That head-nod, that look, that lean, that self-assured strut at the end . . . smoooooooth baby.

Blue Serge Suit with a Belt in the Back
He isn’t hep to jive, he’s only half alive
Hep cats call him square
You won’t believe this jack
All his clothes date back
To ’29 I swear

He wears a blue serge suit with a belt in the back
No drape, no shape, just a belt in the back
Strictly corn and he’s off the cob
Wears a pocket watch with a pearly fob
He’d be just as sharp in a sack
As in the blue serge suit with the belt in the back

He isn’t old and grey but he’s so passé
Swing bands make him frown
He don’t get no kicks
From boogie-woogie licks
Oh he’s dead but he won’t lay down



He wears a blue serge suit with a belt in the back
No flare, so rare, just a belt in the back
He thinks a cat is a household pet
His favorite dance is the minuet
Maybe one day he’s gonna crack
And burn that blue serge suit with the belt in the back

He’s got a gal named “V”, she’s twice as square as he
What a gruesome pair
The way they fuss and frown
When gators strut on down
Is more than I can bear

He wears a blue serge suit with a belt in the back
A pip, a zip, a belt in the back
He wears high shoes and a pair of spats
If you dig that junk it’ll drive you bats
Maybe some day he’s gonna crack
And burn that blue serge suit with the belt in the back

Karaidl's mom called back. Now she's really upset! She had no idea that he had this life on the Internet, and that the 'humor' on this site is so crude. She is absolutely horrified. I tried to tell her that alot of the people on that site were pretty immature, like her own son, and more than likely Karaidl (she said his real name was Eugene, btw) would most likely be a good sport about it all.

Then she said she hopes this doesn't send him into another episode. Apparently Karaidl waits for company, and then he struts through the house with no more on than a sheet between his legs and fondles his moobs until he squeals. Last time the visitor was a juvenile officer - he had a nice, long rest afterwards...

Choggie, thanks for the clearly informed guesstimate of my knowledge or overzealous assumption making style. We know each other so well, after all. The Irony is strong in you, I see. Apologies if the drug jab rankled you.

I can appreciate your reasons for not wanting to believe certain things are true or not true about causes of climate change etc. However, I do fail to see why someone who is making an effort---possibly for some pathetic or nefarious reasons---to help us minimize our industrial and personal environmental impact, makes you feel the need to voluntarily waste considerable amounts of your time shitting all over it.

And, of course there's spin! he's an ex politician for christ's sake.

If Al Gore can get it through Joe Sixpack's thick head that his pickup and urban assault vehicle might actually be harmful (if not to the planet at large, than at least to the atmosphere around my immediate person) then so be it. If he can change the industrial zeitgeist even slightly into one of environmental responsibility instead of total apathy so that those vehicles are cleaner and more efficient (among other things), then why shut him down? Because he's a possible Chicken Little? A mouthpiece? An opportunist? That's his problem.

At the end of the day, I'd rather live in a world with cleaner (and possibly more abundant) power and industry. I happen to see Gore as a contributer to that becoming a reality, doomsday forecast or no.

Let's also keep in mind that Al Gore did not invent the problem so he could strut around Switzerland. It was brought forward by science before Al Gore made it his ego trip. If dissenting scientists can find reasons to think otherwise, they are perfectly free to bring it on and the scientific community can judge the validity of their evidence and theories as they always have.



ANYWAY. The whole reason this is on the Sift is that I thought the speech had some historical merit, even if (especially if?) it all turns out to be horseshit.

"And they're no longer strutting around the stage topless -- I guess they realized that no one needs to see that at this point."

ROFL Thank the Gods.

That might have been too much.

I'm sure whole songs will be out soon, I'm excited to see/hear them.

Man, they're really looking old! They still seem to rock pretty hard though, so I guess that's all that counts. And they're no longer strutting around the stage topless -- I guess they realized that no one needs to see that at this point.

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