Here is Keith Olbermann, in possibly his strongest Special Comment to date, confronting Bush’s rumoured and doomed about-to-be policy of escalation in Iraq. Olbermann says that America has sacrificed more than enough to Bush‘s policies, and now he’s asking it to sacrifice only for his ego. Definitely a no-holds-barred statement, and much food for thought.
Again, as always, the video and the transcript are from Crooks and Liars. I only post on YouTube so that I can put it in the blog, but they, and of course Olbermann, get all the credit. It’s incomplete right now; as soon as they’ve got the whole thing, I’ll post it. In any case, it works well enough as posted.
The inimitable Pierre Elliott Trudeau once said that the government has no place in the bedrooms of the nation. The prefab Tony Blair, however, thinks that where the government really belongs is up the rectums of cattle, and who among us would disagree?
Farmers will be told today they could be penalised if they do not stop their flatulent animals farting so much methane gas. The environment secretary, David Miliband, will tell a farming conference in Oxford that agriculture now contributes 7% of all UK greenhouse gas emissions and more than a third of all emissions of methane -one of the most dangerous greenhouse gases…
Tomorrow, I imagine cows all over Great Britain will be getting a stern talking to. Let’s hope they start with Margaret Thatcher.
And when Darth Vader himself is leading and George Fucking Lucas himself is watching, you’d better believe these amateurs took it very, very seriously.
This year is the 30th anniversary of Star Wars, and to celebrate it a group of fans called the 501st Legion: Vader’s Fist wanted to participate in the annual Rose Bowl parade in their homemade Imperial stormtrooper costumes. Normally, George Lucas is, frankly, a bit of an asshole when it comes to “copyright abuse” and all that, but in this case something got to him (perhaps he has a dog named Max?) and he softened up, allowing them to perform unimpeded, and even helped some of them with their airfare.
After presenting George Lucas with a Stormtrooper helmet autographed by 200 parade-attending 501st members and a personalized 501st Legion letterman jacket, the troops performed a quick series marching routines for Grand Marshal Lucas at the Pasadena training grounds. Satisfied with the presentation, the team of drill instructors (comprised of the Legion’s own experienced members led by Col. Anthony Toledo) released the troops to enjoy a few short hours of “down time” before launching 2007 in Star Wars style. Not only is the new year the 30th anniversary of Star Wars, but also the 10th anniversary of the 501st Legion. Thank you to all of our friends, family and fans who have given the Legion such wonderful support for the past decade! Happy New Year!
Here is the video of the Star Wars section of the parade, including Lucasfilm‘s two floats (note to overseas readers: all the float decorations and colouring in the Rose Bowl parade are made from the petals of real flowers. In a sense, it’s the most biodegradable and ecofriendly parade there is!) featuring boogeying ewoks and the Queen of Naboo, wherever the hell Naboo is. Like you saw the last three films either. Alas, no Chewie.
An official state media website in Iran has posted a message heralding the coming of the Shiite messianic figure, Imam Mahdi, noting he could arrive with Jesus by the spring equinox.
No word on whether they’ll need a double room or two singles.
Stolen from Gawker. Sure, Aleksey Vayner‘s video was so over the top as to constitute unintentional self-parody, but I’m all for piling on when you smell blood, and Vayner‘s been hemoragging ever since Dealbreaker got ahold of the damn thing and broke it worldwide. Wonder what he’s doing now? I expect the phrase “Would you like that Venti-sized?” figures large in his workday.
In any case, here is Michael Cera, former Arrested Development star, kicking sand in the eyes of the hapless Uzbek. I’d like to take this opportunity to point out that I was the first person to question whether or not that was him in the skiing section, a point obviously not lost on Cera.