YES! Ladies, Gentlemen, and those of indeterminate gender! It’s the triumphant return of musical preacher Donnie Davies of Love God’s Way Ministry, originator of the world-famous CHOPS program (Changing Homosexuals into Ordinary People), and singer of the top radio hit God Hates a Fag. Here he is with his new, uplifting single Take My Hand.
Can’t you just feel the love?
It’s hard for me to type; in fact, I had to shut the doors and windows, because the constant drone of the sirens is becoming too much even for my hardened nerves.
But I’ve come up with a plan.
You see, every Welfare Wednesday (aka Mardi Gras) the sirens go; actually, they start the night before, as that’s when some people receive their cash. And they go all day and all night. And then, they do it again the Friday after that, when the ones who have jobs decide to party. And if the latest shipment of heroin that’s come in is particularly bad, the sirens don’t let anyone have any breathing space; they overlap one another for a solid 24-36 hours.
So the plan is this: The next time it’s Mardi Gras or Friday After, I’m going to get on Twitter and tweet when the sirens stop. And when they start. And when they stop. And how many of them I can hear at one time when they ARE going.
It’ll be dry as hell, but historic.
Sirens started again…
This is remarkable video of one of LA’s most secretive police units, ICE: Illegal Canadian Enforcement. They sweep the streets clean of Canuckistani invaders, tipped off by nothing more than a glimpse of an NHL jersey, a whiff of maple syrup, or just a whistled bar of “Snowbird.”
Fear them.
Stolen from EvilBeet
Another Olympic scandal tops the headlines this morning as it is revealed that, in a substitution reminiscent of the opening ceremony’s switched songstresses and faux fireworks, London Mayor Boris Johnson did not, in fact, attend the closing ceremony at all, but instead was replaced by a sophisticated computer-generated animation.
This shocking swap was insisted upon by the Olympic organizers, who had substantial reservations about Mr. Johnson‘s ability to accept and wave the flag without falling down, offending several of the participating nations, or fatally wounding a spectator in a misguided, yet historically correct, attempt to re-create one of the bloodier Olympic events of the Classical Age. After all, the Mayor’s track record is a very public one indeed.
The artificial Boris was, in fact, a compromise reached between the organizers and the British delegation. Originally, the Olympic ceremony management had planned to simply replace Mr. Johnson with a more attractive, dramatically-trained, lip-synching version of the same type.
It is understood that many in the Mayor’s own office have approached the Olympic organizers for permission to continue to use the replicant back home.
Now, I don’t know about you, but we at the ol’ raincoaster blog get many, many emails daily. In fact, each of our personalities gets many, many emails daily, some from one another, so the globally-expanding raincoaster email problem is something like the Katamari Damacy of the inbox. This is partly because we are so, so very popular and partly because we superstitiously fear that, if we run out of things to read, the world will end.
And so, so as to save said world because lo, we are softies indeed, we have subscribed to a number of email newsletters. Some, such as everything from the Poynter Institute, are dry enough to take care of those pesky melting ice caps, but some, such at the one I received today, are not.
Those would be the Girly Newsletters. Your Godivas; your Agent Provocateurs.
And today, the Agent Provocateur newsletter contained some enticing sales; indeed, were I possessed of sufficient cash or credit and secure in the expectation of obtaining more of same through, say, employment or something, I would instantly have clicked through and purchased myself a spiffy set of the sexy-yet-not-vulgar Liliana or Francoise without a second thought, but alas, I am not.
Still, what caught my eye was, perhaps, not what would catch yours. Even so, there was one line in the newsletter which, I am sure, will be of as much interest to my readers as to me, regardless of their gender and/or preferences.
The Marilyn. At 70% off.
Click through and take a look at the larger image: I dunno for sure, but that looks a HELL of a lot more like 90% off to me!
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