Chibithulhu! Iaaaawwwwwwww!
Hellifiknow how they got ahold of my old home movies, but there I am, obviously too young to be parading around topless, and playing with my pet dead squirrel, Squirmy. Squirmy didn’t get his name for a couple of days after this, when the maggots started to hatch.
Hillary Clinton cannot be captured in photographs!
Oh, the lamestream media has gotten their greedy, cover-uppy little claws on this shocking photoevidence and their appallingly tepid attempts to spin are fully steaming ahead. According to the Daily What (part of the shady icanhascheezburger network, and are we really sure Rupert Murdoch doesn’t have his fingers in that pie? Hmmmmm?) this series of pictures shows that cultist Israelites made Hillary Clinton vanish from a photo she was in.
Au contraire, mister cheezburger, au contraire.
What it actually proves is that Secretary of State Hillary Clinton (aka Hillary Rodham, aka Hillary Rodham Clinton) cannot, outside of the carefully controlled environs of the White House PR Department, be photographed. Obviously, the top photo is the original which was mistakenly sent out on the wires, and the below, now-iconic image, is the official White House version, sent out only after artful photoshopping to make the S of S visible on film, which she normally is not.
As for conclusions, there can be only one, and it can come as no surprise to anyone who’s followed this woman’s career over the past two decades.
Hillary Clinton is of the Undead.
They took images of Ye Xiangting with other people. They were stunned when the other people showed up in the computer images, but not Ye. Ye Xiangting seemed to have “disappeared” from the photos. In the end, the staff had to give up.——————————————————————————————…Maybe he’s a vampire?Posted by Jackie on Fri Jan 13, 2006 at 01:56 PM
No, Jackie, I don’t think he is.Since he is Chinese, if he was a vampire, he would bounce up and down or across the countryside like a kangaroo. There’s no mention of that in the article.
Logical.
Puppets are evil. Clown puppets are the very DEFINITION of creepy evil.
You know it. Clown puppets are the absolute definition of creepy evil, and monkey clown puppets? There’s absolutely no word in the English language for the concentrated manifestation of evil which this concept represents. See for yourself:
Need some brain bleach? Here are some Gossip Links of Evil over the jump.
It's FRIDAY! Time to peel those scales off your eyes!
If you’ve wondered, along with the rest of the internet, about the root cause of Rebecca Black’s sudden, irresistable stardom, may I suggest a close viewing of the following will clear up all ambiguity.
All ambiguity.
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
HP Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu
From nearby in the blogosphere comes news that the stars are nigh unto aligned and the glorious new era is upon the threshold. From news sources and historians comes evidence that the allies are preparing, making smooth the way for the return of the Great Old Ones.
From Olde Strasbourg:
This was during the Krakatoa eruption, when Rlyeh briefly surfaced
Yes, the allies from the kings of the jungle even unto the smallest vermin that crawls, unseen yet lathesomely felt, through the teeming maze of our urban decayscapes, have begun to unite in expectation of The Great Rising!
Why is it always Germany? Are their rats particularly activist?
Science shows that, in at lesat some cases, rat kings/crowns have been formed while the attached rats were still alive and growing, indicating strongly that these rats were holy, set apart, and that servant rat classes brought them food and attended to their every sordid bodily need while they awaited the glorious Return of the Great Old Ones.
Evidence (you KNOW we’re all about the evidence around these parts):
rat crown xray is all sciency and irrefutable, so there!
As well-documented in the manuscript known as The Call of Cthulhu, such a pivotal time affects not only the lower orders, but also the sensitives among us, from the most Strindbergian slam poet to the dandies of the Royal Portrait Gallery.
Rat King, the watercolour. Somewhat Twomblyesque, non?
Even innocent embroiderers have had hideous glimpses of the godless Gordian knot:
And in another age, these would have been daisies!
Truly a motif for our time. We can only shudder and whisper horror-struck guesses at the unspeakable, Transformer-like superpowers to be unlocked by a successful unification!
Rat King sculpture, RATTENKONIG! COWER, MORTALS!
Rat King Perfection ACHIEVED unlocking superpowers now
Soon, very soon, Cthulhu will rise again.
Okay, whose job was it to bring the vaseline?
Just as soon as we get this situation straightened out.
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