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Category Archives: YouTube
Phunk Rock Gods: the Osmonds
No, not kidding (also not dead or arrested, contrary to malicious rumour; just taking the weekend off in a kind of experiment. I have a friend who sends out a suicide note email every two or three years just to see who’ll call…she always seems to do this on a weekend I don’t check email, actually).
You may recall that the Osmonds can, indeed, rock hard when they want to (cf the apocalyptic anthem Crazy Horses), but did you know they could dress up in pimp gear and rip out a good old-fashioned barbershop quintet/funkadelic tune when they felt like it? One needs, one does, to expand one’s understanding of Mormonism (particularly if this is the first one’s heard about Marie’s divorce and finding her kids advertising for sex on MySpace and no, I won’t give you their contact details).
Behold:
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the ghost of Anna Nicole Smith takes over the body of Sharon Stone
Well, how else would you explain the following? A familiarity with “Naughty Germans” is something one could easily associate with the erstwhile Trimspa Goddess, the Methadone Muse, as of course is loopily intoxicated showtime behaviour.
But Sharon Stone? Totally different story! Video over the jump…
Stolen from Defamer.
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Valentine’s Day Sweetheart: The Jealous Astronaut
If, like me, you grew up babysat not by living, breathing human beings but rather by the marvelously crude animated friends on the incredible flickering electric rectangle, you’ll love this.
We lost The Osmonds. We lost The Jackson Five. We lost The Partridge Family 2200AD . We lost Scooby Doo. We lost Josie and the Pussycats. We lost Kimba the White Lion and Speed Racer and G-Force and He-Man and the Masters of the Universe.
But now Metro passes along this gem for our animation-starved generation. Now we’ve got something to fill the hole in our aching souls: We have The Jealous Astronaut!
What better muse for a post-millennial Valentine’s than an aging, obssessive, hygiene-impaired, would-be-adulterous rocket scientist? I sense another Douglas Coupland book coming on…
YouTube is over the jump if you don’t want to wait for that Flash to load up.
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a turning point in modern politics: just watch me
Humanity is born free, yet everywhere it is … in thrall to the military-industrial complex using threats of terrorism to manipulate the cowed multitudes.
My question is this: why, when Pierre Elliot Trudeau imposed the War Measures Act (as a response to the kidnapping of only two individuals and with no sign of a war) did we accept this as right and good, yet when Tony Blair and George W. Bush impose similar measures (and they are both actively fighting wars…well, the poor people in their countries are; and there have been terrorist attacks in each of their countries which have killed a significant number of regular citizens) we reject it as nothing more than a cynical fascist control technique?
For me, I have an excuse: I was little when Trudeau ruled the Earth. But even then I was anti-fascist. I don’t think there’s any question about whether or not the technique if fascist: it is. The question is why did it seem right then but not now?
Is it personality-driven? Is it the charm factor? Is it because Trudeau was so obviously more intelligent than either Blair or Bush? or, come to think of it, more intelligent than the citizenry and we damn well knew it? Blair‘s no moron, though; is it because he’s so much Bush‘s catamite that he gets zero IQ points by association (or as a penalty for bad taste)? And can you imagine Stephen “RoboTory” Harper getting away with something like that? He’d be run out of Ottawa at the head of a mob armed with insulated buckets of boiling Steeped Tea™.
Pierre Trudeau‘s speech announcing the imposition of the War Measures Act is after the jump, and very interesting reading it makes, too:
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