Milly d’Abbraccio brings a metaphor to life

Politicians, my friends, are asses. Even the nice ones. Italian porn star and Socialist candidate Milly D’Abbraccio, however, is taking literal-mindedness to a new level.

She put her ass on her campaign posters.

You can’t make the joke about “Hillary, Obama and McCain did the same” because I pre-empted you with the first line. No, really. You can’t.

Targeting her male fan base, the veteran of Italy’s adult entertainment industry has plastered images of her derriere all around the Eternal City in a bid to win a seat in Rome’s city hall…

“People don’t want to see these politicians’ faces anymore,” she told Reuters…

“I am the derriere of the Socialist party,” she concluded.

Mind you, if I were “gifted” with a face like Milly‘s got, I might choose to go with a more attractive trademark as well. Warning: Click onward at own risk. NSFW. The closeup is NSFLunch, either. She makes Jenna Jameson look like Mary Ann.

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China’s Secret WMD Program Revealed!

Just when you thought they’d settled for poisoning your children.

But Nooooooooooo. The Yellow Peril, lurking all this time behind a mask of bland inscrutability and blind greed, has been quietly working since the collapse of the Cold War. Working on a project so secret that even the vast armies of workers working on it don’t know what it is they’re working on. Indeed: so secret they don’t even actually know they’re working at all.

It’s a secret, see? Quality control is so important.

I worry if whoever thought up the term ‘quality control’ thought that
if we didn’t control it, it would get out of hand.
Lily Tomlin

But what have they actually been working on? Oh, we’re glad you asked. For we right here at the ol’ raincoaster blog have got the world exclusive. Yes, we alone know exactly what mighty machine of destruction has been stealthily constructed, right under the very noses of the foreign Olympic-hunting paparazzi. Nothing less than the largest weapon of mass destruction since Britney’s appearance at the VMA’s. Nothing less than the Doomsday Machine Itself.

The Great Beijing National Bomb

Beijing, China: Workmen clean the roof of the National Grand Theatre
Photograph: Adrian Bradshaw/EPA

Oh, how clever these Chinese are. They think we can be taken in by a simple line drawn in Photoshop and a two-bit reflection filter on a photograph that had to pass through vigilant bureaucratic censors. They think we really believe this to be a simple photograph of workers on top of a rounded building, a concert hall, a theatre perhaps. HA! But if you have the skill to remove the slave-created, primitive layers of deception all is revealed after the jump.

A click here, a click there, and voilà! The naked truth is revealed:

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the mansions Jack built, the house Jack lost

I’ve been working on a post about this for quite some time, but this single comic from AccordionGuy says it better than I could, which will, of course, not stop me from giving it the old college-dropout try, right after the pic:

The House that Jack Built

And you know that Jack’s taxes paid for every one of them. The banks have been shuffled around between rich people, the bundled mortgage products rebundled and shuffled and dealt out again, tax writoffs have been off-written, but quite frankly the lack of defenestrations leads me to believe this was nothing but a shell game played by knowing hucksters, and every first-generation homeowner who thought he’d do something long-term for his family and think ahead instead of renting played the sucker here.

That’ll teach ’em.

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Hours of Fun!

Debate Noam Chomsky

And hours, and hours, and hours. Don’t tell ME about attention deficit disorder; I could play that forever!

If only. Oh, if only. This little baby is my dream machine. And they could have a right-wing version with an AI simulation of William F. Buckley for the playoffs. Gore Vidal, William Kristol and Naomi Klein modules! I can see it all now! I could sell a million of them!

Want to take a shot at it yourself? Here you go: the collected assault works of Noam Chomsky!

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touched by the noodly appendage of the law

Flying Spaghetti Monster goes to court

Crossville, Tennessee welcomes its newest resident, the universally-revered Flying Spaghetti Monster. Recognized as a living god, he dwells now outside the Crossville courthouse among his pirate worshippers, spreading the doctrine of Pastafarianism among all peoples.

Ramen.

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