Sometimes Goth is exactly the right thing, and for this week, this is exactly the right song.
Sometimes Goth is exactly the right thing, and for this week, this is exactly the right song.
I think we can abolish CSIS, MI6 and the CIA now. We have the Liquor Freedom Indicator to take and transmit the temperature of any geopolitical hotspots.
Imagine the savings: total cost = the bar tab for a double Johnny Walker Black on the rocks in a bar in the capital of each nation. Compare that to an estimated $30 billion for the CIA alone, $200 million for CSIS, and £776 million for MI6. Hmmm…
I shall get to work on the travel grant application immediately.
Americans need to know who their friends are and now. That’s been a tall order since long before Archie Bunker wondered what trick Nixon had up his sleeve pretending to make peace with the ChiComs. Our own State Department is standing proof that you can spend seven years at Georgetown, ace the Foreign Service Exam, and still not know your Assyrians from your asshole.
Today, the world’s a ball of confusion, right? War
in Iraq, Lebanon, Uzbekistan, Timor, Somalia, Gaza, Backwaterstan, and Toledo. The quickly shifting sands of foreign relations have increased the complexity of the U.S.’s ties, alliances, and uneasy truces from “merely knotty” to “what the hell are we doing?” If war is God’s way of teaching Americans geography, are asymmetrical, urban, guerrilla conflicts with non-state actors God’s way of making geography irrelevant?
Average Americans consistently demonstrate no understanding of expected return, octane ratings, and what the hell their legislators voted for last session. They’re never going to get ahead of the foreign policy learning curve unless someone can simplify the process. That’s why I try to distill all analysis of a foreign country’s structure, culture, and prospects for success down to booze.
So without further ado, I give you the liquor freedom indicator.
There follows an dryly exhaustive analysis of Pakistan, Gaza, Saudi Arabia, Beirut, Northern Lebanon, Southern Lebanon, and Iraq. So to speak.
Still no word on Salt Lake City.
Maybe you’ve heard of the rather edgy marketing that Johnny Walker is doing in Beirut; mind you, marketing whiskey in Beirut is always an edgy business, and I speak as the progeny of a woman who lived with a guy who made a moderate fortune importing Johnny Walker Black into Saudi Arabia. And taking blackmail photos of the Saudis in his casino for the CIA, but that’s neither here nor there.
Although it’s not as edgy as marketing it in Salt Lake City, come to think of it.
Their actual sign:

And the suggested new, rather more specific design, from Animal New York, via Gawker:

Somehow I always knew he’d end up in Hollywood.
What makes it so bad? It’s not just that they’re gay pirates. It’s that they’re gay, crudely-made, gospel-spouting, whiteboy-rappin’, lame-dancin’ pirates.
From Ooblog, via Fark.
It’s got everything: crappy music, worse dancing, puppets, pirates, Christian rap. Words cannot describe it.
Update, Sep. 12, 2006: Favorite comment: “Can’t sleep, the puppets will eat me. “