It looks like Fits has evidently mistaken me for someone with a brain. He ought to talk to my cubs, who are certain they know better than me every time I tell them "No."
I tracked "The Thinking Blogger Award" back to it's source and exploring around the site found this post, with an Indian Superman/Spiderwoman song and dance video, quite possibly the most profoundly absurd sensory input one can experience without being on drugs. The Turkish Superman clip is pretty bizarre, too, from the 3rd-grade opening graphics, right down to the fact that the guy just seems to show up scowling at people and then starts hitting them--really hard. I don't think it occurred to the Turks that Kryptonian is an Armenian name. It's hard to believe filmmaking can be this bad.
But I digress. Thanks, Fits, I appreciate the compliment. As for naming others, if you're in my primary blogroll, consider yourself tagged.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
We're the Only Ones Pleading Enough
A former Milwaukee police officer already convicted of calling in a bomb threat to his former district station pleads guilty to federal gun charges...
Bartlett also has been charged with seven other people with federal civil rights charges in connection with the beating of Frank Jude Junior.
Jude has said a group of white men who identified themselves as off-duty Milwaukee police officers kicked and punched him, put a knife to his throat and jammed a pen in his ears as he begged for mercy in 2004.
Sounds like this pleading "Only One" deserves the same kind of mercy he gives out.
If I Was Saxon
NWOBHM legends Saxon have been busy boys...they are releasing new single "If I Was You" from their latest album "The Inner Sanctum". The single, which is to be released on April 16, has a an anti-gun crime theme, with profits from the single to be split between the The Non Violence Foundation and the Gun Control Network charities.I found the lyrics and a link to an audio sampling to the track in question here.
Stoke The Fire Feel The Heat
Your Chance To Burn Out On The Streets
Smash And Grab On The Run
Play The Game With A Loaded Gun
The Litle Bird Has Left His Nest
He Feeds No More On Mothers Breast
On Your Own You Take The Choice
Listen To Your Inner Voice
Maybe I'm just too much of a Philistine to appreciate the artistry and profound philosophical maturity these guys think they possess, but for some reason, all I can think about is a scene from the original Star Trek, where the landing party is confronted in the opening scene by witches chanting a warning.
"Spock? Comment?" Kirk asks.
"Very bad poetry, Captain."
And for the record, guys, birds aren't mammals.
English metal bands. Is there anything they don't know?
[Via 45superman]
State Security
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Don'tcha just love the arrogant assumption on the part of spokesthing Dave Druker?
First-person details are posted at ICarry.
[Via HZ]
The House Executive Committee debated a series of gun control bills last week. A gentleman asked to testify about one of them. As he came up to the witness table, he dumped a bunch of gun parts on it, startling several lawmakers and spectators in the hearing room. The state spent millions of dollars to beef up security details and install metal detectors in the Capitol after a security guard was shot to death ... and then a guy walks into a hearing room with a satchel full of gun parts?Good for him. The chambers may not have been evacuated, but I'll bet a few bladders were.
Don'tcha just love the arrogant assumption on the part of spokesthing Dave Druker?
There was nothing there that was a threat to the public.Why would you automatically assume a functional firearm to be a threat, Dave?
First-person details are posted at ICarry.
[Via HZ]
This Day in History: March 31
The Boston Port Act is an Act of the Parliament of Great Britain (citation 14 Geo. III. c. 19) which became law on March 31, 1774, is one of the measures (variously called the Intolerable Acts, the Punitive Acts or the Coercive Acts) that were designed to secure Great Britain's jurisdictions over her American dominions.