bOING bOING gets taken by a hoary old urban legend “law enforcement memo”.
This one always comes from a “top person in law enforcement or the military”, of course.
I await their coverage of the million dollar cookie recipe and the aids infected needles in the movie seats.
In celebration of this fine kids’ book, I thought I’d help O’Reilly and company with some of their future endeavors. I present:
Curious George and the Will to Power
The Hardy Boys Kill a Shitload of Towelheads
From the Mixed-Up Files of Mr. Donald E. Rumsfeld
You’re an Enemy Combatant, Charlie Brown!
Harry Potter and the Liberal Media Agenda
The Phantom Pollbooth
Where in the World is Osama bin Laden?
The Big Little Golden Book of Shouting at People and Interrupting Them Until the Commercial Break
Add your own!
P.S. This entry may duplicate because LJ is tits-up today and wasn’t accepting email posts again.
The crooked bail bond company is the one who has the great daytime TV commercials in which a woman is stricken with poverty because her husband is in jail, but is rescued as hubby is delivered home in the arms of…
BAIL GUY!
This is great stuff! Combine crooked bail agency, international crime syndicate Arab family, O.C. skinhead nazi gangs, and $140 million and you get…
(bonus points for the phrase “a Federal nexus”)
The Real O.C.
Watch the page 14 little bits of the news for the next couple of days to see what they try to hide behind the vast outpouring of Princess Di-type wailing and gimpschmerz over the death of Mr. Reeve. Just a friendly reminder from your pal the Paranoid Cynic.
Went to Finbar’s with realitylost and devoured capellini pomodoro. Outside a hideous shopping mall band was playing in the hideous shopping mall. They were the classic keyboard+sax+bass+drum rock/R&B bar band nightmare. A few guys with Tommy Bahama silk shirts playing fine tunes such as “Brick House” and “Play That Funky Music, White Boy”. The latter song is a dealbreaker for me. No one can play that song, ever! Or WWIII.
Later, when the shitty band was doing “Oye como va”, I was charmed to see a short wide man dance the cha-cha well with a tall narrow woman who was learning it from him. They were having a genuinely good time.
LJ’s post by email broke again. There is no notice of this on status.livejournal.org and in fact there never is any notice there. In fact, from that page you’d think that LJ had been completely down since Thursday. Why do they even bother having a status page when it’s always outdated and useless? The whole point of the status page is to reduce traffic to your support board by letting people know what’s already being fixed. Sigh.
I am depressed, to the extent that everything is moving in slow motion and crucial things that need doing are not being completed. This sucks.
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He’s no longer the homosexual terrorist of Central Orange County. He’s now an IT consultant and an extremely patriotic cop-fan and gadfly critic of the Irvine City Budget. See http://geocities.com/affordableirvine for details.
His caption for this photo:
Who says you can’t make new Friends while Fighting City Hall…
Recently while attending a Reception put on by The Great Park of Orange County Conservancy, an astute Photographer took advantage of what was possibly the best Photo Opportunity of the evening.
Shown are David S.Harvey, “Papucho”, the Tax and Spend Watchdog, Two of Irvine’s Finest Police Officers, and “Larry”, my latest prized possession, an Official Great Park of Orange County Squirrel, named after Larry Agran, the Mayor of Irvine.
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