As usual, win vast fame and the right to be eaten first when the Earth is cleared off. No cash.
Stolen from Gawker, who stole it from Towelroad, who stole it from Getty. I THINK. These geopolitical media conspiracies are so damn confusing since I stopped reading The Nation.
My suggestion, if the LolMaker (TM) were working correctly, which it is not…
“Invisible Intern!”
Also: Blair looking hawt again. Screwing over his successor and hooping his own party for a generation or so agrees with the boy.
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raincoaster 
“I got the idea, Herr Blair, when I was watching ‘Downfall’ on cable and Magda Goebbels and the SS doctor were slipping the children a sleep drug . . . .”
Sally didn’t do it right. This is how you should actually fake an orgasm!
We’re off to a good start, fellas!
invisible coke stash?
I think you can see it way up in the back of his sinuses. He shouldn’t lean back like that near a camera.
And what? No comments on the tanned hottieness of Herr Blair> Okay then, guess I have him all to myself.
“Thet’s it Tony, keep massaging with yer foot, raht there.”
…”He loves gargling beer!”
I like yours, Metro, lol!
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No prizes? What about that whole Undying Fame thing? Eh? Harumph.
Yeah, I think Metro’s in the lead at the moment.
Another SBD George?!? What did you have for lunch?
(SBD) Silent But Deadly
Thanks for the translation. These international threads are quite confusing for us no-newspaper types.
Here’s a couple from the comments on reddit:
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“This is where Saddam used to sit.”
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“I didn’t think lite beer could taste so good!”
raincoaster: You gotta admit that “undying fame” isn’t exactly a great draw for some who prefer tangible rewards.
I’m voting Metro, and mine a close second (ok, I am biased). :-P
True: god knows, I read all the Craigslist listings for writers and as soon as I get to the “unpaid, but great exposure” line at the bottom I rip out with a string of expletives that would boil titanium. But still we’ve got some good contenders. Give me another couple of days to drop tantalizing links around some political sites (ie spam them. Oh, they love me anyway) and see if I can rustle up some more entries. There are a few on Gawker, but I must say not up to their usual snarky standard.
So much for film-lit references . . . .
One word: BRIBES!
Admit it – you liked the Magda Goebbels reference in a Lehrer-esque sort of way
“Neun und neunzehn luftballoonen . . . . ha ha ha, helium and beer . . . ha ha ha “
I’m looking in my mailbox…still not seeing Tennessee whiskey thar…
‘DAMN YOU RAIN! That was my caption!! I thought of it before I scrolled down and saw that you posted it…first!
Damn, is that Tony Blair? He is looking hot!
How am I supposed to rack my brains for originality when the mere sight of Tony has my panties in a bunch?
Oh this is so weird. I swear to God, I just remembered I had a dream where I was making out with Hugh Grant. Coincidence? Hmm.
I really ought to learn how to read through a whole paragraph before I post.
Anyway, Blair looks like he’s been using some spray on tan, no?
His smile looks shiny and bright and he has that casual woman eater air about him.
Do you take requests? More pics of Blair, please. It is my birthday this month.
See? The boy’s got something.
OMG, you’re a Cancer too? No wonder we get along. Your wish is my command. Perhaps I’ll even do a LolBlair!
If I didn’t know any better I’d say he sort of looks like Don Johnson there except Don would never wear his shirt buttoned so high.
“After knocking back a few too many George realizes he pissed his pants.”
Yes! More Blair, please!
I thought you knew I was Cancer…although June is also the birth month of the evil two faced Gemini….oh thank you God for making mama hold out a few more weeks!
Isn’t your birthday in July?
Yes, I’ve finally realized…the true beauty of Blair. Oh sheesh, I almost typed Major. Maybe that’s my secret crush!
“Well, George, my penis is THIS large…..”
Yes, the tan agrees with him and his teeth are nice. Here, have some Blair:
You are now officially entered in the contest sweepstakes. The competition is tough!
Yes, my birthday is July 10th. Come to my party! Goth Tiki theme: Friki Tiki. Bring something tiki-ish, as I cannot afford to feed all my friends at once; none of them are dieting except Cybergypsy.
Here: Blair photo gallery:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/gallery/2007/jun/12/tonyblair?picture=330015410
You can’t fall asleep during this talk about global warming… OOh George, You do this every time!!
Well what do you expect? It was full of big words!
Welcome to the insanity that is the ol’ raincoaster blog.
Jeez, if I believed in astrology, I’d be a Cancer too
That joke came back to bite me in the ass or rather the lymph nodes, so don’t make it. TRAUST ME.
FFE, Cancer is where it’s at!
RC, Blair plays guitar? I also noticed his hands are outstretched again…must be his favorite pose to strike. Oh he looks so sexy and I do like his hair when it’s gray but no surprise from me is it?
Ok, RC, if you were on an island and God said, “Blair or Mortensen, which one?”
Blair. After his wife he’d be SO grateful for me. Also doesn’t smoke or whine much. Mortensen is decorative, multitalented, insightful, intelligent, lefty, and apparently an enthusiastic practitioner of cunnilingus, but he’s a neurotic chainsmoker, like all actors. There can be only ONE diva chez raincoaster, and that’s me.
Come to think of it, I’m prettier than HIS ex, too.
Don’t worry, I’m fatalistic enough without making a carcinoma joke at your expense. Besides, I’m hoping to experience a truly literary, manic-depressive death one day, like when Robert Clive woke up one morning, having conquered, suborned or otherwise taken control of India, looked in the mirror while shaving, and drew his straightrazor from ear to ear.
Or dying in my sleep is good too . . . . >B^|D>
Dying in your sleep….a bit sad really and boring. Wouldn’t you like to go out with a bang, like as in, between the legs of something alive and warm and even younger?
That’s where he usually falls asleep, though.
OH! Need I say more?
I guess that would be a…limp biscuit!
I always said I wanted to die in bed. But there’s a lot of wiggle room–for example, being trodden on by an elephant while making love would definitely qualify as a good death.
I’d rather live through that particular experience ;^|D>
and I never really liked Limp Bizkit anyway . . . .
Gee Rain, I thought you dozed first . . . . that didn’t come out right . . .
Metro, the only way to deal with an elephant is to be the TOP. How many times must we go over this?
And FFE, isn’t that what you always say when the condom breaks?
Who said I ever said anything when the condom breaks?
I only meant to explain the weird colour and the radiation, that’s all.
well, I do live downwind from Oak Ridge National Laboratories . . . .
That explains a lot. Especially why you don’t show up on radar.
and I didn’t even have to get a spider bite – by the way, I splurged and got you a birthday present. It’s on my site. Don’t get all mushy on me either.
Thanks, asshole.
Does that work? Too mushy?
I can’t wait till my British friends read all the Blair gushing on this thread; they’ll never let me live it down.
It strikes just the tone that I’d expect from you.
Guess I’ll have to say nice things about Margaret Thatcher on here for a few days to counteract the Laboured prose . . .
I respect Thatcher. I don’t agree with her and never have, but at least I respect her. Lousy parent, though. And nowhere near as hot as Blair, even on her best day.
I named my late cat after her
while the cat was alive, of course. I’m not a necrophiliac . . . .
Dear FFE
Lady T’s daughter has turned out very well
RESPEKT for La Marchonesse – she fatures on Senor Guido Fawkes !!!! Respekt und ENVY
Your obedt servant etc
G E
Awww, thanks! Carol Thatcher has turned out very well? Hmmm, isn’t she dead? My, that’s even too mean a remark for me to make! Obviously I am a bad influence on you.
At least Thatcher knew how to unleash a carrier task force on somebody, unlike a certain Connecticut Texan who thinks it’s threatening to bottle up two carrier battle groups in the equivalent of a medium-zised lake . . . . .
Argentina’s just lucky that Thatcher didn’t go over there herself. There wouldn’t be anything left but some wild ponies roaming the pampas.
…. and some Guanacos … and the occasional Jaguar
G E
No, she’d have killed and eaten the jaguars. And Mark would have started a business selling the hides. Extra for ones with tooth marks.
“Ah ha ha ha ha… Yep Tony, the American people sure are dumb as a box of shit… Almost 6 years now and most of them STILL haven’t figured out that 9/11 was an inside job… I should be able to retire in safety to my ranch in Paraguay long before a sizeable amount of them pull their heads out of their asses and figure out the truth… How’re you doin’ on this side of the Atlantic with keeping a lid on the truth about those “exercises” by Visor Corp. ongoing on the morning of July 7th 2005 that mirrored the “terrorist” subway attacks perfectly? Still got most of them snowed over here? That’s good… And I thought the Brits were smarter than that.. A lot of America’s… uhhhh… stuff must’ve rubbed off on ’em”.
I always take my advice from people who overuse quotation marks. The only thing better than “superfluous” quotation “marks” is biZaRrE CapITALizAtiON.
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