This is terrible, horrible, awful, wrenching, and really, really funny. It’s like a snuff video featuring kittens. You’ve been warned.
Indeed, the person who deserves a kick in the head, ie the parent, seems to have gotten off scott-free, which is by no means fair. (by the way, the papers report that no serious damage was done; kids are in fact indestructible). 114,000 views in one day: wow, there are a lot of people out there just as sick as I am!
How to intro this…well, first of all you should know that the prize here is nothing less than immortal glory and the adoring praise of millions. There shall be none other like you on Earth; you will be unique among all peoples:
the one, the only, winner of the FADenclature contest on the ol’ raincoaster blog!
Seriously, how cool is that?
Which is all just a fancy way of saying No, there’s no money in it.
Something along the lines of the Tentacle Pornstar Name Challenge, this is a contest to develop the most amusing name for the soon-to-leave-the-pages-of-Snopes-forever (as soon as Lohan gets ahold of the idea anyway) concept of adorning one’s nether regions with what is known in the yoof community as “bling” and flashing said bling in the presence of witnesses if not actually paparazzi. Where can Paris, Lindsay et al go from here anyway? They’ve got to ramp it up somehow!
See here for background. Suggestions in the comments section. You’re up against some tough competition here; those Gawkerites can be lightning fast with the wisecracks, so bring your best game.
One again, we step through the looking glass, fall down the rabbit hole, cross the doorway to forever, tune in, turn on, and drop out and end up, somehow, in the crazy, mixed-up world of Brian Atene. In this episode…our hero underplays old skool it in a true tour de force of subtlety. Is it just me, or does Pacino crib off this guy?
Raincoaster,
You’re out five bucks. Its simple puppetry. The head is a disgarded Bill Baird marionette from the ill fated Broadway run of “Baker Street”. You can see the strings clearly on the fade-in of the Kubrick video. I purchased the head in 1980. It’s modeled after actor Martin Gabel. – Atene
Writing for a penny a word is ridiculous. If a man really wants to make a million dollars,
the best way would be to start his own religion” L.Ron Hubbard
I’ve been feeling a little like reporter John Sweeney myself lately, and only today did something like this to a neighbor of mine, someone whose blithe inhumanity needed a good smackdown. Maybe the BBC should hire me, as I definitely scored more hits than this poor, hapless Brit.
To be fair, he’d just sat through a video designed to destabilize people; to be fair to the Scientologist production crew, it’s obviously quite effective. But before they had a chance to move on to the “love bombing” phase of the experiment, the subject returned to the clutches of his profession and started asking questions.
Here is the full, just-under-a-minute rant when he snaps and goes apeshit on Tommy Davis, the blocker droid that L.Ron‘s minions sent to deal with him. Listen to the bot as he flawlessly repeats the same line for the entire duration of the verbal assault; it’s like the dilithium crystals got scratched and they’re skipping. THAT, my friends, is the truly scary part.
The rant is parenthesized by background reports from the BBC that explain, among other things, that prior to his outburst the reporter had been stalked for several days by Scientology operatives, and had just endured a 19-minute video designed to show that the Holocaust was the fault of psychiatry; this video included helpful scenes such as children getting needles in their eyes and other such light fare to set the tone.
One thing I’ll say for them; the Scientologists, for all that they’re psychiatry naysayers, understand psychology very, very well indeed.
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