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This is KIND OF like deep fried kittens, only kittens are cute.

I heard this story on BBC World News while I was painting (paaaaainting…paaaaaaaaainting). The best part was listening to the BBC guy struggling not to call her a total dumbass while interviewing the heartbroken Italian (might have been a relative, I didn’t catch the relationship).

“But surely…it was a the very least…somewhat naive, wouldn’t you say?”

Yeah. Definitely worth delurking on a weekend.

And this was in one of the “nicer” arab countries.

The next hitch hiking hippie should at least try to make it to Mecca or Tehran.

I’ve been to Turkey but didn’t get very far out of Instanbul. I liked it. But — I wasn’t wearing a dress.

Here’s a kitteh — http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/976/1199236512570jd8.jpg

This reminds me of the flattened caterpillar tractor protester over in Israel or wherever, Weaz.

Same Liberal denial of reality.

Saint Pancake? I thought of her immediately!

I love the fact she had to draw some stars and stripes on a bit of paper with a crayon to teach the kids how to burn an American flag. And the way the kids look all amused or embarrassed.

Yep. I remember you doin’ the article on her a while back. Excellent.

Whoa! Did I? You remember better than I do, then.

I remember getting into a shitstorm…someplace…maybe Free Republic…about being less than sympathetic. She was a lovely young woman, the argument went.

I think my opponent was thinking with his little head.

Yep – you did it here and I wrote some poetry or Haiku to the effect that her chest was always flat or sumpin, and was chastised for it by someone.

‘Course, you might have done it over at FR also. I dunno.

I was headed outside when a bit more surfaced in memory. The poem I wrote was based on “Ringo” and said something about her laying face down in the sand clutching a peace sign. Then I mention her flat chest…

Dingbat

-with apologies to Don Robertson & Hal Blair: ASCAP
(To the tune of ‘Ringo’)

She lay face up in the Gaza sand
Clutching a peace sign in her hand
Squished from the front, she looked really flat
But her friends said her bossum was always like that
Picketing the ‘Cat, she couldn’t be seen,
and, with engine noises, no one heard the scream – of Dingbat

Diing-baaat,
Dingbat!

Now, a ‘Cat D9 weighs four or five tons
And your typical Dingbat weighs almost…none.
The ‘Cats got armour, the ‘Bats got meat
So the ‘Cat will pulverize the ‘Bat complete.
But the ‘Bat should be happy, not sad or glum
‘Cause once and for all, ‘Bat and earth….are one.
Go! Dingbat.

Diing-baaat,
Dingbat!

Which, of course, makes me think of Ringo Starr’s topiary, which was beheaded in Liverpool this weekend.

Your serve.

Fresh out of thoughts. Gotta go to the airport to pick up the three most beautiful li’l grand-nieces that ever spoiled a grand-uncle!

A beheaded topiary! Boo…

If Murat didn’t kill her, she would have eventually been physically stoned, for the whole ‘Look at me, guilty white lefty nut, I’m gonna prove with the love I will bestow upon you, that you will understand my good intentions and love me back.’…in the baboon-assed ugliest wedding gown I have ever laid eyes upon. Quite frankly comes off as insulting.

McGoo, that poem is…*sniff*…beeyootiful! A work of genius, it is.

The ‘Cats got armour, the ‘Bats got meat
So the ‘Cat will pulverize the ‘Bat complete.
But the ‘Bat should be happy, not sad or glum
‘Cause once and for all, ‘Bat and earth….are one.

The dream of every ‘bat.

She’s like the Tim Treadwell of the anti-war movement…

“She’s like the Tim Treadwell of the anti-war movement…”
Actually I think hanging out with Grizzly bears in the wild is safer.

I saw half of Treadwell’s videos. I started to root for the bear.

Yeah, he has that effect.

McGoo, in an affectionate way (but not *too* affectionate):

Live forever, you bastard! The Dingbat Blues would be a wonderful name for that. If you can get a group called “Goat Cheese Pizza” or “The Wombat Skanks” to perform it, all else in life lies in shadow.

This is KIND OF like deep fried kittens, only kittens are cute.

Weas, I read the story to my wife and a few of the posts. Being of sharp eye she pointed out that in several posts you have been at pains to point out the Evil Nature of Kittens (“I Wuv OO” ring a bell?), Should I feel guilty for suggesting Kitten Confit earlier? Deep-fry or confit, it’s a matter of degree(s).

Some argue that liberalism – that unique blend of idealism and separation from reality – are signs of mental illness. In cases like our wedding-gown dingbat, at what point do we make a distinction between hippy-dippy, sick, just plain stupid, or a victim of broken laws of space and time?

Did you write that McG? It’s brilliant. Man, I’d pay good money to watch you recite that at some ‘open mic.’ night in some coffee shop in San Fransico or Seattle or something. Good money.

Ringo Starr. I don’t know what he said, but I’ve been to Liverpool twice (or is it three times?), and by god, I’ll never go back. One of those times was New Year 2000 and that still didn’t stop me from thinking, ‘Jesus, I can’t wait to get away from this shithole. Maybe jumping in the dock and killing myself would be preferable to waiting the few hours before I’m scheduled to leave…’ And that was with a head full of all sorts of recreational narcotics. God knows how I’d’ve felt if I was stone-cold sober.

The funny thing about Liverpool is that was recently voted European Capital of Culture (by the EU unelected bureaucrats, no doubt), which is funny because I didn’t realise heroin addiction, crime and economic and industrial decline constituted culture.

It does for the heroin addicts and criminals known as the EU bureaucrats.

Eight minutes of Mark Steyn talking about cultural relativism.

I just watched the London Marathon. Imagine that. In the women’s race, the winner was white. Incredible.

Mark Steyn is a funny guy (whilst talking about patently unfunny things).

This is a funny speech:

http://atlasshrugs2000.typepad.com/atlas_shrugs/2008/04/mark-steyn-rema.html

That was well worth the 8 minutes, Stoaty!

That one, too, Gibby!

How are the nieces McGoo? Have you taken them to Dennys for some goth-baiting tips?

I doubt their parents would let them out that late, PnB. I was just picking them (and their parents) up at the airport when they returned from their vacation trip. A good time was had by all, apparently.

They were playing a Pink Floyd piece (‘On The Turning Away’) over the airport speakers. I thoroughly approved, although AA might have objected to the symbolism.

My Brother in Law is one of these types of leftist goofballs, though his trust fund manager would not pay for a trip such as that.

Anyway, he would go and chain himself to the local Boeing plant in protest and get arrested. But he quit when he was told by his parents to either lose the hippie gig or lose his inheritance.

He now wears a three piece suit to work at his law office.

I don’t know his relates to this story here, but dumbass hippies who are stupid enough to go around pulling stunts like this are fools.

I *heart* Mark Steyn.

You said the magic words, eddibear: trust fund. Must be a whole lot of guilt that goes along with having a bunch of money you didn’t earn.

Sadly, I doubt I’ll ever know. Turns out, none of my rich old aunties really liked me all that much.

Huh.

This. Is. SPARTAAAAAAA.

Or…maybe not.

Baaadger.

Baaadger.

Hee hee. That sheep looks pissed.

“Mo-o-o-mmy, that hairy beast keeps following us with a clicky thing.”

“You sumbitch, get away from my chirrens.”

Shoot, if anyone ever gave me a bunch of money that I didn’t earn, guilt would be the last thing on my mind.

I lived in Turkey back in the early 70s, and while the big cities are relatively modern, rural Turkey has enough toothless knuckle-draggers to re-stock Alabama, South Carolina, the Ozarks, and Arkansas many times over. Toss in the religious smugness perfected (but not invented) by Islam, and Pippa Bacca’s fate was inevitable.

You’re right, folks. Mrs. sheep was distinctly unimpressed by the large mustelid pointing the black clicky thing at her and she was indeed saying ‘buuuuuuger-off baaaaadger!’

Can’t imagine why she thinks badgers are dangerous 😉

I wanna know how PnB knew Uncle B is a hairy beast.

JW, I would regard it as supremely suicidal to hitchhike, alone and female, any rural place on the whole damn planet. Let alone wearing a goofy-ass I-Am-Crazy dress.

Come to think of it, you’d be asking for trouble in most urban areas, as well.

So did they give her cell phone back to her parents? She might have still had some Anytime Minutes left…

Gaaah! My eyes! Can’t believe you stuck St. Pancake in there without warning…rectal prolapse in an earlier thread was easier to bear…

And I never got the

She was a lovely young woman, the argument went…

argument. Something rather offputting about a young woman screaming for the blood of Jews kind of thing…

Kitten Confit? Hmmm… been wondering what to do with my cat. He’s a little past cacciatore, but with some lean lamb and some duck fat… (Love it when he twitches like that in his sleep while I contemplate recipes. As if he knows what’s coming…Hah! I just happen to believe that a little judicious hoarding can include on-the-hoof, as it were.)

As to Pippa Bacca? I dunno, can her parents get their tuition money back? Realize it might be a little late, but never hurts…

[Oh, bother. There is a preview button down there now. As if, as if I’m going to do the socially responsible thing and PIMF beforehand when I KNOW there’s now an edit! Huh.]

McGoo, you must work on another poem or rework someone else’s for the bride.

I wanna know how PnB knew Uncle B is a hairy beast.

The thought of a bald badger would be funny and a wee bit scarey…like the bald kitty Aardvarck Asshat posted a few days ago.

And Giuseppina? Puhleeze. Isn’t that some kind of chopped fish with fruit juice?

Oh. Sorry.

I wanna know how PnB knew Uncle B is a hairy beast.

The thought of a bald badger would be funny and a wee bit scarey…like the bald kitty Aardvarck Asshat posted a few days ago.

Besides, seems to me there were some photygrafs of a Badger in the garden with his new, um, cess tank.

There were pics, but as Her Stoatliness has managed to do, the same as Lord Badger, you can’t really tell what they look like through what pictures they put up here. Almost like they’re trying not to reveal their appearances.

I might as well not be anonymous any more. Seems like I’ll never get a fatwah against me. *sniff* *sob* *bawl* I try so hard, really, I do!

What makes Europeans so batty? (And in this case, I hope there’s a difference between “European” and “British”.)

If Europe is Europe, and Britain is Britain, what are the Irish? British European? Farshikkert?

I imagine bald badgers could be like as not very very irritable. Wherever would a badger go to get a rug? Of course, not being in badger social circles, I’m not sure how much one’s appearance plays a part in feelings of self-worth. Do badgers have social circles? Sitting around growling at each other? Somebody help, I’m babbling and cannot stop!

Muslihoon, the answers seem to vary from what I’ve seen, but are there published checklists out there that offer instructions on how to be fatwah’ed? Perhaps there is an analog to e:Harmony… e:Fatwah, where they check 27 dimensions of distaste?

Oh, we badgers are very social creatures; famous for it, in fact.

How else do you cope with all the fleas?

Only British badgers, oddly enough. Even though they’re the same genetically as all Eurasian badgers, only British badgers are so chummy and social. Another gift of the vanished land bridge, no doubt.

Well, Great Britain has been a civilizing influence on any number of species and cultures. They even taught the French to bathe – a bit. Pity civilization didn’t take better in the ME.

I am suprised that this lady actually made it as far as she did. I take it this was a “live off the kindness of others in my quest to prove that peace exists across the Mid East” kind of thing.

I wonder if they have the “Ass, grass or cash, nobody rides for free” bumper sticker in Turkey.

(Forgive me, couldn’t help it….)

Old Iron – I simply had to blogroll you. Similarity in names, etc. A&A and B&B.

Heh. You guys are made for each other. It’s like some kind of…Softcore Smutosphere you got going there.

Much appreciated. i feel like such a slut.
A lovely trashy slut.

Old Iron: Would you like to be blogrolled as “Old Iron” or “The Bar Slaves”?

Y’know, many Western people often naively think the rest of the world is as civilized, polite, and good-natured as they all are.

Live a few months outside The West, and they’ll see that this is hardly the case. Being civilized, polite, good-natured, and a decent human being encompasses a very small minority in the world.

Strange how multiculti fascists want us to not push our ideas and ideals on other peoples but then refuse to acknowledge the way those other peoples are. They don’t want us to civilize the savages, and then shout with equal ferocity when we call those people savages.

The rule of law and harmonious coexistence are uniquely Western constructs. Yet the multicultis want us to believe that The Others are likewise too.

To be fair, Musli, I’m having a hard time imagining where in the world that particular stunt would NOT be dangerous. A youngish woman hitch-hiking alone in a weird costume would signal “I am crazy and slutty” to most of the good ol’ boys I grew up with. A rape and murder wouldn’t necessarily ensue, but you can bet on sexual advances of a very insistent nature.

Sorry about the delay on this Muslihoon, but Bar Slaves is good. Been recovering from the party the Nigerians threw for us last night. I SWEAR that they have no beer that comes in a smaller size then 64 oz….

A Nigerian beer party. I’m convinced there’s a good 419 joke in there somewhere, but I can’t quite work it out.

There was a guy in my last term’s school groups who is Nigerian. He’s a Muslim. Very obvious by his loud enquiries whether what he is eating contains pork and his protestations that he can’t eat pork. Whatever. Anyway, he evidently drinks. And he and a friend he brought along once say that Nigerian beer is quite strong.

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