From Popbitch:
RIP Yeltsin. The best quote on his presidency came
from his prime minister, Viktor Chernomyrdin,
“We hoped for the best, but things turned out as usual.”
From Popbitch:
RIP Yeltsin. The best quote on his presidency came
from his prime minister, Viktor Chernomyrdin,
“We hoped for the best, but things turned out as usual.”
As longtime raincoaster fans know, we luv us a good manifesto. Indeed, there’s no feeling so dear to our shrivelled little cardio-unit as snuggling into bed with a lovely fresh, hard-covered and blood-spattered cri de coeur from some doomed, long-dead revolutionary.
Naturally, when we stumbled across this masterwork from the Amazing Invisible Blog of Alan Smithee, we were floored. John BigBooté, after bursting onto the geopolitical scene with the immortal “Monkeyboy Rant,” had vanished, seemingly into thin air (or at least the Ninth Dimension). We recognized this manifesto from another world for what it is: a work of genius. We were so intoxicated by the fumes of glory arising therefrom that it took a little while and a blog comment from the author before we realized it was a response to yet another manifesto from famous Filipino American Anchor Baby Michelle Malkin.
So there was one to love and one to hate. The yin and the yang. The sweet and the sour. The peanut butter and the chocolate. The sinigang and the balut.
Dear Muslim Terrorist Plotter/Planner/Funder/Enabler/Apologist,
You do not know me. But I am on the lookout for you. You are my enemy. And I am yours.
I am John Doe.
I am traveling on your plane. I am riding on your train. I am at your bus stop. I am on your street. I am in your subway car. I am on your lift.
I am your neighbor. I am your customer. I am your classmate. I am your boss.
I am John Doe.
vs
Dear Monkeyboy/Black ‘Lectroid/Hong Kong Cavalier/Kolodny Brother/Radar Blazer/Yakov Smirnoff,
If you don’t know me by now, you’ll never ever ever know me. Oooooo-oooo-ooooo. I’m on a hunt I’m after you. I’m hungry like the wolf. You are my everything.
I am rubber. And you are glue.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s to be mistaken for somebody else.
I Am John BigBoote.
I am traveling to Planet 10. I am riding in the troop transport. I am in the pod ship. It’s a very bad design.
I’m driving in my car. I turn on the radio. Here in my car. I feel safest of all.
I am your neighbor. I am your customer. I am a rock. I am an island. History is made at night. Character is what you are in the dark.
I Am John BigBoote.
I. Am. Serious.
In the middle of the night over the quiet holiday weekend, a huge section of the historic Berlin Wall was removed and transported to destinations unknown without warning. The theft was discovered, of course, when the usual flock of tourists arrived to photograph the famous Cold War monument and its artistic and legended graffitti and found…
air.
Who pulled off this brazen heist? Who felt the need for anonymity so deep that it paid double- or triple-time to remove a massive wall over the quietest weekend of the year, one devoted to family and the remembrance of the death of Jesus, and under cover of the deepest darkness?
The usual suspect.
The Guardian has the full report:
After a couple of days spent keeping its head down, the government finally owned up. The federal civil engineering and planning office said it had removed the panels so that construction of the new environment ministry could go ahead on the site.
Quick to attempt to heal the public relations gaffe, a spokeswoman for the planning office said the intention was to eventually incorporate the strip of wall into a visitor centre of the ministry, which onlookers would be able to view through a window. She said the missing segment had been put in storage and was being professionally restored.
Of course, we’ve all heard that one before.
In the fine tradition of FC mashups first noted on the raincoaster blog here, we present these brilliant and inspiring quotations from Frederick Nietzsche. By Losanjealous via the Generator Blog.
All truth is simple… is that not doubly a lie?