Everybody loves them some Calamari Grande!
from guess where:
The terrorists hate our freedom, so by eliminating the freedom, we can stop the terrorists from hating us.
The whole post:
RyanAir, the discount airline that’s threatened to
sue the UK government over new security procedures has posted this provocative image to its website: a crowd of naked people running away from their piled-up clothes, with the caption “New Airport Security Procedures Put the Fun Back Into Flying.”
They’re onto something here. If the existence of a plot to use implausible liquid explosives against aircraft creates a global war on moisture at the airports, imagine what a similar plot to smuggle a bomb up a terrorist’s ass would engender. The war on moisture is bad, but it’s nothing compared to the inevitable war on body cavities.
The terrorists hate our freedom, so by eliminating the freedom, we can stop the terrorists from hating us. Link (Thanks, Michael!)
Update: Eileen sez, ” Looks like the outtake from a Spencer Tunick photo shoot.”
Sure, this is a publicity stunt by RyanAir, but I can think of worse targets. If safety were really an issue, I’d be the last person to have a problem with this. I’m always the one rolling my eyes at the brain-dead whiners who complain about de-icing. But the ridiculous TWAT measures are nothing more than a sophisticated way in training us to take crap from people in uniform, believing all the while that it’s for our own protection.
It’s not. It’s for theirs.
Oops, I mean Mardin Azad Amin. Who can tell them apart, 
at least from a certain angle? From NBC via BoingBoing:
Mardin Azad Amin found himself in a tight squeeze last week when security at O’Hare Airport discovered a suspicious-looking object in his luggage. So Amin, 29, handled the delicate situation this way: He told security the object was a bomb, Cook County prosecutors said. The security guard then asked Amin to repeat what he’d said to a supervisor. This time, Amin was chuckling as he spoke, prosecutors said. In fact, Amin was trying to disguise the fact that the black object — resembling a grenade — was a component for a penis pump. …
What can we tell about Amin from this reading comprehension exercise, boys and girls?
That he’s hung like a hamster and none too bright. They are gonna love him in The Big House.
Slightly edited and stolen from Guido‘s blog, but I can do that because I’m the one that put it there. Besides, information wants to be free, right?
Someone asked if I thought Blair and Bush declared war on Iraq just for fun.
I don’t think they have wars for fun; I think they have wars to “secure their place in history” to outdo their fathers, and to gain or retain political power. Far more Americans and Brits have died as a result of their wars than died as a result of the terrorist attacks, and the effect of the tightening noose of fascism on the formerly free peoples of the US and the UK is a horrible thing to see.
It’s a kind of autoerotic asphyxiation. It is obscene.
They could never have done it without us. I never thought I’d witness it, but the easy acquiescence of the people to these controls is an offense to the eyes and the soul of every free-born human being. Britain is where representative democracy in its modern form originated, and America was forged in the belief that only the people who lived in a country had the right to decide how that country should be ruled.
What happened to that?
The government and popular actions of the past several years are nothing more than the grotesque spectacle of a citizenry falling on their knees to their rulers. Isn’t this the battle against tyranny we thought we’d won centuries ago?
If we give up our freedoms to preserve our pathetic skins, what exactly gives us our moral authority? When they say they’re bringing “Western-style democracy and freedoms” what can they possibly mean by that? The kind we’ve just forfeited?
As Benjamin Franklin said, those who would trade personal liberty for bodily safety deserve neither.
Now this is a work of rare and majestic beauty. It seems E!, the network too cheap to spring for a single consonant, wanted permission to relive one of the high points of American rock ‘n roll, the onstage death of Dimebag Darrell, late of Pantera and Damageplan. Here‘s what the publicist replied (via Fark):
Hi Beau. I’m leaving John‘s comments in cause he’s a nice guy and I know this was difficult for him to send on through. I’m also blind copying a whole list of folks who will most likely copy a whole other list of folks until maybe this spreads like a good email should and end up on 100,000 websites to show the world what a collective bunch of tasteless morons you all are.
I would like to request that you please read this out out loud to all the creative geniuses in the programming department that came up with this idea.
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We have received your request to license footage on Dimebag Darrell Abbott for your upcoming production of, “25 Most Chilling Hollywood Murders.”
While we realize the average E! audience most likely has the IQ of an umbrella, they collectively are a smarter bunch than the lot of you. Your programming creativity falls somewhere to the bottom of the middle at best, and that’s saying a lot.
I ask that you all please take a moment from your busy days and close your eyes. Live out the fantasy of playing your favorite instrument onstage. Your closest friends in the world surround you, either in the band or in your crew. From one side of the stage, a man approaches. Thinking he’s a security guy or a drunk fan who’s just a bit out a line, you continue to perform. Two seconds later, he lifts his arms, aims a rifle at your brother, your best friend, your buddy and blows his brains out, not three feet from where you are. In the nanosecond it takes you to comprehend the magnitude of what just happened, he does it again …and again …and again …and again …and again …and again before taking aim and murdering additional members of your extended family as well as fans that have come to see you play. Two of your crew are shot but survive, but of course, will never be the same again.
Now imagine it’s a few years later and you turn on the TV set. Just in case you may be having at least a five minute respite from that scene that plays over and over in your head, just in case …..you flip through the channels and there it is. Again. Only with some two bit actor who thinks this is his big Hollywood break.
And please, if you don’t like that scenario, make believe it’s your child who got his brains splattered all over a stage in Ohio. And then you turn on E! Oh, the magic of television!
In case none of this appears clear enough and you need a definitive answer to your request…no. The answer is no, and on behalf of everyone that was there that night and everyone that misses him every day, you can take that no and shove it up your collective asses.
And, for your second request, yes, you can quote me on that.
Sincerely,
Jane Hoffman
raincoaster 