hezbollabaq boy

The gold standard for executive authority in this world is clear. If you’re the top guy, you get guarded by the U.S. Secret Service. This is the only explanation I can find for this picture. Here’s the leader of Hezbollah, fanatical turbanist group. He’s in full Iranian-style mullah/politician getup, but his guards look like Jean Reno Eurotrash versions of Dubbya’s heavies, all the way down to the dark glasses and the expensive suits.

The effect for me is more Bad Hip-Hop Video than Imposing World Leader, but I bet it plays well back home.

Mancha!

I went up to Lake Elsinore and hung out with Bob for a few hours today. Took a lot of pictures, had good conversation. He’s not going to be around a lot longer, it seems. If anyone wants to get hold of him I have his number.

I’ll go through the whole story later when I’m less blown out. It was 103 F up there. For now, here’s a picture of Stain, the Australian Blue Heeler cattle dog:

stain

A Scanner Dorkly

Another visit to the psychiatrist means another load of Drug Ad Scans. Two of these are actually not from a drug ad, but from an osteopathic college’s fundraiser magazine. The other two are the standard brochureware. Below we’ll learn why misshapen closeted animal trainers are humanitarian, why Bob shouldn’t use the nail gun for a while, and the relationship between bipolar disease and endless green rolling hills.

Siegfried, Roy, and a construction guy with issues