Bush: Did I say stay the course? I meant weasel out of it…

Isn't he pretty?You can’t lie to my Georgie and get away with it, nosir! Think Progress, via Fark, busts Bush‘s big lie wide open, with footnotes, video, a transcript, and a timeline.

George R. Stephanopoulos pwns George W. Bush.

STEPHANOPOULOS: James Baker says that he’s looking for something between “cut and run” and “stay the course.”

BUSH: Well, hey, listen, we’ve never been “stay the course,” George. We have been — we will complete the mission, we will do our job, and help achieve the goal, but we’re constantly adjusting to tactics. Constantly.

If not to reality.

oh! the huge manatee!

manatee or deep one? 

Sorry, had to.

More sea-critter news today; it must be some wetlands Walpurgis excitement causing them to bust out all over the raincoaster blog. Nonetheless, weird, eh?

“I was just sitting on the barge and this half a Lord of Yha-nthleimountain, half a car just floated right by,” Jackson says.

It is no mountain, or car. “Long head, knots all over. Thought it was an alligator or crocodile,” Peeples says. It’s the kind of thing you just have to see to believe… A manatee swimming in the fresh waters of the Wolf River Harbor on Mud Island. “I couldn’t do anything for about 15 minutes. (Reporter) Scary? (Jackson) Scary,” Jackson says.

The aberrant Mississippi Manatee could be nothing more than a slightly confused Global Warming victim in search of new sea grasses to munch and some soothing steel GIT-tar. On the other hand, it could be just the outrider for an invasion from Y’ha-nthlei.

We distort: you deride.

Seriously, you want to be taking those glasses off any time now

the hooker index

for external use only!!! 

Some people, although not all people, and certainly none of the people who post around these parts, hold the major New York media outlets in esteem which almost amounts to veneration. They have, perhaps, confused New Yorkers with The New Yorker.

And there are those, among them us, who revere the Washington Post for the achievements of its past; it is the ultimate journalistic coaster, except maybe for Carl Bernstein.

MediaBistro’s FishbowlDC is chipping away at the tiny amount of reverence we still have for the paper, with ongoing coverage of the hooker index, tracking the change in escort/massage ads in the WaPo over time.

Hooker indexThe chart is flat for the week, but the high-water mark came on Wednesday with 10 ads.

Far from agreeing with Fishbowl‘s diagnosis of “sale” we at the raincoaster blog would just like to point out that there is a reason that Wednesday has its famous nickname.

god. hates. shrimp.

god also hates sea monkeys, as do all parents 

No, seriously. You can look it up: god hates shrimp.

In yet another aberrational moment, I am using a link someone posted in the comments section here, instead of something I stole mine own self off Gawker or Fark, as is the usual procedure ’round these parts.

It’s because I’m out of coffee; that would account for almost any aberrational behaviour on my part. I haven’t gone coffeeless in a number of decades, ever since the disastrous Inka experiment of ’86.

I’m assuming the link-dropper is also out of coffee, or perhaps in that blogger’s case herbal tea, as they requested specifically that I delete the comment they had just made.

And here I thought I was self-sabotaging!

Perhaps they fear the wrath of Cthulhu! In any case, here is the go-to site for all you shrimp-hating gods. I am interested to note that it informs me of a recently-overturned ban on shrimp-eating in Massachusetts and San Francisco. It appears that Christian fundamentalists there are now going to have to brave the risks of accidental apostology when consuming the jambalaya.

Play it safe, people: order the calamari!

We call upon all Christians to join the crusade against Long John Silver’s and Red Lobster. Yea, even Popeye’s shall be cleansed. The name of Bubba shall be anathema. We must stop the unbelievers from destroying the sanctity of our restaurants.

Giant Nautilus Squid, somewhat angry

extreme halloween!!!

Ia! Ia! Cthulhu nafhtagn! Cthulhu trikrtriit! 

Or at least extreme jack o’lanterns.

I rarely post anything anyone sends me, which is a shame, as I am very lazy, yo. But I’m just contrarian enough to reject the help when people offer it for free.

Except when they offer this: jack o’lanterns from Extreme Pumpkin, in the shape of an octopus attacking a fish and a flaming tiki god. Thanks, Metro!

flaming tiki god jackolantern!