Here’s a Love Theme which spans Time and Space….
Here’s a Love Theme which spans Time and Space….
I’m surprised I didn’t think of this right away after the revelation of Обамаград...
Remember the phrase Народная Республика Ильиной? Why not just shorten it to Обамастан?
See how simple it is now!
So, what, exactly, are these Samosas? From Wikipedia:
A samosa is a stuffed pastry and a popular snack in South Asia, Southeast Asia, Central Asia, the Arabian Peninsula, the Mediterranean, Southwest Asia, the Horn of Africa, North Africa and South Africa. It generally consists of a fried or baked triangular, semi-lunar or tetrahedral pastry shell with a savory filling, which may include spiced potatoes, onions, peas, coriander, and lentils, or ground beef or chicken. The size and shape of a samosa as well as the consistency of the pastry used can vary considerably, although it is mostly triangular. Samosas are often served with chutney.
Sounds pretty yummy if you ask me! Except, of course, to the Mohammedans living in Somalia…one group of which has found it fit to ban them, due to their shape invoking the Holy Trinity!
Remember, Mohammedans believe Christians are polytheists due to the Christian doctrine of “One God, Three Persons”: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. They also deny the very Divinity that Jesus Christ brought with Him when he became a man. But of course, they rant about Isa and his mother Mary as pre-Islamic Prophets.
Have the Mohammedans also forgotten that there is one…little…thing…also named in relation to Trinity? If they’re going to be that anal-retentive about food which God allows humans to enjoy…then perhaps this might be in order for that Hellhole of a “country”:
I rest my case.
On FX there’s a series, Wilfred, which is about a Man, a Woman who is his neighbor, and her Dog, which he sees as a guy in a Dog Suit. It’s based on the original series from Australia. Here’s the short film which started it all:
Never mind which level of Hell they’re on…
Saddam Hussein smiled and breathed a huge sigh of relief as he walked into Cavil’s office, returning from another Command Performance session with The Infernal Leader.
“And how are you doing today?” inquired Cavil.
“I am feeling much better, thank you,” said Saddam. “It has taken a while, but I think I’m finally getting used to Our Infernal Leader’s dalliances.”
“And Mr. Johnson…any progress with him?”
Saddam shook his head. “I’m afraid not. He continues to resist, even though Killgore Trout and Iceweasel have elected to join him.”
“Now that is too bad,” murmured Cavil. “There are better things for the Centurions to do. Eventually, he will break.”
“Indeed.” Saddam sat down, and for once, it was without pain. “Cavil”, said Saddam. I must apologize for what happened with your Number Five unit. We really tried to stop Mr. Doral from accessing the Hybrid….”
The Number One Cylon lifted his left hand. “I understand. It has been explained to him, so that will not happen again. And I’ve decided to let Hitler stew in his Zyklon B for a little while longer, just to teach him a lesson.” They both chuckled at that thought.
Saddam then asked Cavil, “So, what are your plans to get that base ship of yours fully functional?”
“That…is an excellent question!” Cavil raised his left index finger aloft and motioned for the former Iraqi dictator to follow him into the headquarters’ depths. It took almost ten minutes to reach another resurrection tank facility. “But it’s going to have to wait….” Cavil tapped a flat-panel control on the desk, and word just arrived of a horrific bombing and shooting in Norway!
Even Saddam was shocked. “Oh my word! This nutcase killed the wrong people!”
“Indeed,” replied Cavil. “Please summon both Mr. Johnson and Mr. Quisling here immediately.”
Saddam smiled and bowed at the neck. “By your command.”
Even in Hell, immediate was about fifteen minutes, and both Vidkun Quisling (the former Norwegian strongman) and the Bicycling Blogger made their way into Cavil’s office. Johnson was in an agonizing state of semi-disembowelment, his intestines leaking from his abdomen. At least the Centurion hadn’t completed its daily task.
No matter. “What’s with this half-assed bulls**t Cavil? Why’d you bring me here?”
“Hello again Mr. Johnson, nice to see you!” Saddam smiled, which only made Charles madder.
“Simple,” said Cavil, pointing them toward the flatscreen. He then tossed him a small pack of plastic explosive from long ago. “You’ll know what to do with this G-4 when the time is right…that is, if you want a break from your daily routine.”
Before Johnson could reply, two familiar ancient Centurions unceremoniously deposited a newly-processed Anders Breivik onto the floor..
“Well well well,” muttered Saddam, “you sure didn’t last long in prison now did you!” Everyone laughed. Then the Nazi collaborator rushed forward and began to kick the fallen perpetrator relentlessly in the stomach and back. “You stupid son of a bitch! YOU KILLED THE WRONG PEOPLE!” Quisling kicked him again. “They were our allies from within the government and from without to destroy the Jews!”
All Breivik could cough up from his blood-filled mouth was, “But…But!”
“And you call yourself a follower of The Opposing One!? retorted Quisling. “You remind me of that anti-homosexual preacher from Kansas who keeps getting shot up all the time by the Toasters!”
Breivik coughed out again, “What? Toasters?”
By this time, Quisling had had enough of kicking the fallen crackpot from his own country. He picked up Breivik behind his shoulders and held him. “Johnson! Get your ass over here and do what you have to do!”
The former Sage of Culver City sighed and said mildly, “Sorry Mr. Breivik, but after what you did to link me to your horrific acts, I am glad to give you up in a New York Minute.”
He stuffed the G-4 explosive down Breivik’s mouth with one hand, and lit it off by pressing a detonator in the other….
This is a Doctor Demento Cold War Classic! Please pardon the black screen….
Even in the terrible aftermath of the mass murder attack (and NOT Terrorism) in Norway, which is still being sorted out…more and more blogs know the bulls**t nosnhoJ selrahC pulls…and are no longer afraid to speak in whispers about it. To wit…from BMEWS:
selrahC? Your 15 Minutes of Fame are LONG GONE. Besides, you Love a Good Fisting, so why don’t you just stick to that!
Very recently, I learned a new way to express my disdain for a city I once lived in. You’ve seen me write out a long phrase: Народный Социалистический Город-Государство Чикаго. All nice and good.
But now I can shorten that up to something a whole lot more understandable, especially since a certain right-hand-man now runs the town. Now I can just say: Обамаград!
Thank you, Osprey...and yes, I’m a Soul Man and I still weep for what that town has become.
Leave it to the Demo☭rats to play the Race Card during the debt crisis we’re in. This. PISSES. Me. Off!
The American People are getting tired of this hatred spewing forth from these people. Just because we oppose Президент Обама and his Filthy Communist policies, we’re the RAAAAACISTS? BULL-S**T!
“I do not understand what I think is the maligning and maliciousness [toward] this president. Why is he different? And in my community, that is the question that we raise. In the minority community that is question that is being raised. Why is this president being treated so disrespectfully? Why has the debt limit been raised 60 times? Why did the leader of the Senate continually talk about his job is to bring the president down to make sure he is unelected?”
Gee, maybe it’s because he, and his party, which YOU are a member of, have spent us down the river and shoved so many Unconstitutional laws down our throats! Race has NEVER had anything to do with this.
Well well well…the final installment of the Harry Potter films has hit the screen, JK Rowling is laughing all the way to the Bank, and Drudge has the following headlines:
Need I say more? I’m glad I’m not a Muggle.
I hear there’s this huge-a** freeway closure in LA this weekend. A 10-mile stretch of the 405 is scheduled to be closed for repairs, and people are in a panic. Gee I wonder why.
Along comes actor Tom Hanks of the Film Actors’ Guild, who tweets his followers:
I’m sure The Osprey has seen this somewhere, but when FPS Russia mentioned taking out Zombies with this motherfrakker, I immediately thought of him:
I’d be game on firing this weapon at a local gun range near me!
HAT TIP: Vilmar
Somehow, this thread got out of hand, where folks were discussing when we’ll be receiving the “Malaise Speech” from Президент Обама. He’s already told us to eat our frakkin’ peas and rip the Band-Aids™ off. What this really means, of course, is to give him what he wants and nothing else…like raising our Taxes to confiscatory levels…which is what they are anyways, but that’s beside the point.
Anyhow, huckfunn was kind enough to divulge certain portraits of the various caricatures Обама has turned out to be in the eyes of The American People: Here they are:
L-R: Бара́к Carter, Jimmy Обама, and Alfred E. Обама.
Which one do you like the best/hate the least? Leave your thoughts in the comments.
Pardon me while I roll my eyes at this latest revelation from Russia regarding Владимир Владимирович:
Vladimir Putin was sent to Russia by God to help it deal with its troubles in the early post-Soviet era, the Kremlin’s top political adviser was quoted as saying on Friday.
“To be honest, I think of Putin as a person who was sent to Russia by fate and the Almighty at a difficult hour,” Interfax quoted first deputy administration chief Vladislav Surkov as telling Chechen television.
Surkov serves in the administration of President Dmitry Medvedev. But he has worked there since just before Putin first entered the Kremlin for a two-year term as president in 2000 and is widely seen as one of his closest allies.
Putin now serves as prime minister and neither he nor Medvedev have said which of them will run in presidential elections scheduled for March.
Remember folks…once a КГБ, always КГБ.
Here’s a Frakkin’ Bulls**t Requirement of all daycare centers in the purple state of Colorado:
New rules proposed by the Colorado Department of Human Services include a requirement that all day-care centers in the state make available dolls representing three different races.
The 98-page document, obtained by 7News, features a slew of rule changes. Among them: children over age two must not be served whole milk without a note from a doctor, kids over age one can’t drink more than six ounces of juice per day, TV and computer time will be capped at twenty minutes daily, and staffers must wear clothes that cover their lap and shoulders. But arguably the most unusual suggestion pops up on page 77: “Dolls shall represent three (3) races.”