No, seriously, you are not going to believe this one. A note-for-note perfect rendition of Sir Mix-a-Lot’s “Baby Got Back” redone as a white bible thumper anthem.
Baby Got Book
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Category Archives: Books
a Sunday night of romance
Dorothy Parker has an heir. Please go to max‘s blog and read her story Table for Two; it is all of the things a Dorothy Parker story is except motivated by hopeless unrequited love for a closeted gay man.
I think.
Also related, this Cowboy Junkies song:
lyrics over the jump. Who’d have guessed I’d be all about the wistfulness tonight (or, indeed, ever). It probably has something to do with the first summer storm and the nostalgic smell of hot asphalt sprinkled with raindrops. Seriously, I must be undercaffeinated or sumpin’. If I go for a jog and encounter raccoon babies I might just start snivelling. Awwww, time to dig out the old Meg Ryan movies.
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The War Prayer, by Mark Twain
via Daily Kos. Twain would not permit this to be published until after his death, and given the potential for blowback I think we can all understand why. It reminds me of nothing so much as William S. Burroughs’ Thanksgiving Prayer. Watch the film on YouTube here.
O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle — be Thou near them! With them — in spirit — we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe.
O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it — for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!
We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
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pic o’ the day: Venus and the Moon
It’s too bad we haven’t got a Dr Cornelius handy to interpret this auspicious-looking juncture for us. Does it mean that the werewolves will get laid tonight?
Photo from the ever-stunning Astronomy Photo of the Day. Click on the picture or the link to view it in full-size and astonishing detail.
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work out your road rage here
Instead of on innocent rollerbladers such as myself.
Because I will cut you, bitch!
Notorious novelist Chuck Pahowdoyouspellthatianuk has a new book out, but more importantly a new internet timewaster! Click here to play the Rant Game, which is all about causing the biggest possible car crash. My sister should be a natural!
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