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HILLARY DOES SHOTS
The most preposterous photo-op in campaign history? Well, possibly – but it has serious competition.
Michael Dukakis, John Kerry, .... and Hillary Clinton. Three names that go together like peanut and butter, or ham and cheese.
Shall we dub them “The Three Wussketeers”?
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2008 04 18 at 01:40 AM • permalinkProbably lite beer too. Ugh.
Then again, name me a yank beer that doesn’t have one permanently standing at the urinal.
Posted by mr creosote on 2008 04 18 at 02:43 AM • permalinkOT but mentions Hillarity
British PM met the three candidates for the US presidency. Meeting length - 45 minutes each. Venue - British ambassador’s residence in Washington (so they came to him)
Rudd, the new popular choice for ruler of the world, also “met” the candidates:
Hillary - 40 minutes (at Brookings Institute, she came to him)
McCain - 35 minutes in McCain’s office, so Rudd went to him
Obama - 25-minute phone call, so not even face-to-face. Wonder who paid for the phone call?So only Hillary, who Rudd claims as a personal friend, thought him worth a trip across town to see. And only Hillary is certain not to be president of the United States in January. Welcome to Australia’s new place in the world order, just in front of a former US president’s wife.
#8 Alexander Heavyweight. Why don’t you give us all a big welcome to the weekend giggle and show us your worth by blogging something a bit deeper and more meaningful than a ‘hit and run’ strategy.
You may find that you’ll enjoy being engaged by the bloggers here. Bryla seems to. We may even help you up the ladder.
Otherwise your child like tittering may attract the Madam’s blowtorch.
Certainly, both as president would stock the judiciary from the liberal flock. Conservatives should still pocket the fact that the awful culture war has been replaced by a legitimate political competition whose locus has moved rightward. What’s left of the rancid war are guerrillas in the Hollywood foothills, pot-shotting at Pat Robertson and other bogeymen. But at the big-league level of presidential politics, it’s over. Say good-bye to the Michael Moore Mockathon. Say hello to the spirit in the sky.
Does anyone else see the parallels between a left moving right in the US, and the means and methods by which KRudd took ascendancy last year here in Oz? The culture wars are over. Communism, social democrats, whatever stripe of statist floats your boar. Crushed. People in the burbs tolerate their spruiking until it impacts them personally, then standby for the kicking you so richly deserve at the ballot box. KRudd will learn a harsh lesson in politics come mid 2010.
mr. creasote, #6
In contrast with European beers, which leave you flat on the floor pissing your pants.
Posted by mythusmage on 2008 04 18 at 06:03 AM • permalinkOT
Springsteen’s Obama endorsment complete surprise to band members.
After his week-long marriage to a model cost him $5 million I’ve had doubts about the Boss’ sense of judgement. As Tim said, “trust the art, not the Artist”.
Thanks, Tim, for the walk down photo-op lane. Pee Wee’s Big Tank Adventure and John Kerry as one of the personified sperm cells from Woody Allen’s Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex.
Here’s another classic presidential photo-op.
#19 mehaul,
you must live in a weird town.
Those pig’s ears wouldn’t last long at my vets.
I’d be the first one to steal them!
I don’t think Bryla is Jewish. He’s often quoting the Scriptures on this blog when he’s on a roll.
By the way, have you ever had deep-fried pig’s ears? Bloody heaven!!! mmmmmmmmmmm
I know this is OT, but I’ve been hanging out hoping someone would post this. Have to do it myself!
Andrew Bolt posted this today. Please watch it, including parts 2 and 3.
It’s good to know that Australia’s future is secure while we have young women of this calibre.
Bloody funny!!!
ps, it’s not too long.
Pog
been away for a while (and the computer went kablooie)
Slivovitz - and I mean my previous neighbour’s home distilled Slivovitz - really is Satan’s arse-crack sweat.
A demented Croat he was, with 12 plum trees in the yard. They bore about 200kg each and were lovingly tended. He picked them all in one hit. I noticed, and in reply to his answer that ‘erm, we ate them’, I stupidly asked if I could have a taste.
Yup, somewhere near Canberra there is a property with a bloody big shed, and inside it is stuffed to the rafters with crazed Croats and a whacking big still.
And if you opened a bottle it meant it had to be consumed immediately along with enormous home made pork, garlic and chili sausages cooked on the BBQ. And I mean whole cloves of garlic making up 20% of the sausage.
One bottle (a litre) between two of us meant that we did not care if we lived, died, or much muchworse, opened another bottle…..
Thank God that my wife was not home until the following day. What an angel, next day she was sympathetic for me ‘suddenly taking crook’. Lord, I was ill.
She was there the next time they opened a bottle (Ivan’s wife opened that one), and then experienced the atrocity first hand!
All part of life’s rich tapestry.
MarkL
CanberraI’ve grown tired of AlexanderH and his pathetic obsession with George W. Bush, so he’s out of here. He’ll have to go back to sharing his collection of Dubya clippings with the neighborhood hobos.
Posted by Andrea Harris, Administrator on 2008 04 18 at 07:30 AM • permalink#26 MarkL,
hehehe, what you’ve described was an average weekend in my younger years.
My background is similar, over the border from the Croats.
Slivovic was my fathers favourite tipple, or deluge, depending on his mood!
We never made the stuff, but dad had lots of friends who did. There was always a never-ending supply. When we’d visit fellow Slovs, they wouldn’t even blink at serving that stuff to we kids.
They started ‘em young back in the old country.
Yes, there is a reason it’s called enviro-mentalism.
Posted by Wimpy Canadian on 2008 04 18 at 08:02 AM • permalink#40 mehaul, c’mon, I’ve finally got doctors orders to take it easy. No strenuous exercise until after more tests and treatment. It’s like a holiday.
It’s not like I vote or anything, but the US election is the funniest game in town right now (along with the Olympic torch relay) and the most likely source of political change in Australia.
How many KRudds does it take to change a lightbulb? Kevin Rudd never changes anything.
I gather he has commented before and has established his bona fides as a sufferer of BDS, but I guess he just didn’t…resonate.
Think of AlexanderH as a fly buzzing around your lunch, smacked down and quickly forgotten.
As least Brlya can be entertaining, if one is the sort of person who enjoys nuthouse humor.
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2008 04 18 at 09:29 AM • permalinkHillary’s Campaign Stop in
Wilkes-Barre Goes Country:
One Dead, Many Injured…Gimme one more drinky-poo,
Put me in the mood,
Gotta show Hill’s honky-tonk
Redneck attitude.I got a lowdown husband,
With a cheatin’ heart,
Thass Bubba in the corner
Feelin’ up some tart.Y’all know I been practicin’
On the shootin’ range,
Learnin’ me some gun control
Actin’ mighty strange.My life’s been a country song,
Leadin’ up to this:
Now Miss Hilly’s got her gun
And she ain’t gonna miss.The “mission accomplished” pic is a deliberately misleading trope that’s right up there with the plastic turkey. That is a banner that’s hung on every ship of the line which is heading home from a tour of duty. It has nothing to do with Bush. He did say that major fighting was over in that speech, but he never said “mission accomplished.”
As for Shrillary, this is the best pic from that little party. Note the crossed eyes.
DAve S.—don’t drink the Obama Koolaid, man! It was a Zima, with ice.
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2008 04 18 at 12:00 PM • permalink#34 & #38: Is Peter Beattie a lawyer, by any chance? In that case he was perfectly safe, as the old joke has it, because of “professional courtesy.”
#43 RJ: True story. When I was an undergrad at the University of Miami, I had picked up a plate of swill in the cafeteria one day and had settled myself in for choking it down. A fly alighted on the food, immediately rose and flew in a rapid, concentric pattern, and then commited suicide by diving into a glass of milk. I opted for a package of peanut crackers from the vending machine, instead.
In related news, Hillary is f*cking Obama.
(Sarah Silverman/Matt Damon style)Posted by spot_the_dog on 2008 04 18 at 01:12 PM • permalink#55 paco
A wise decision, I’m certain.
=^(
Posted by Spiny Norman on 2008 04 18 at 01:29 PM • permalinkHubba hubba! Check out two of Berlusconi’s choices for government positions.
(H/T to various parties, starting with Currency Lad).
#21
Decorum MUST be observed at all times.
After a full day of Serbian hospitality that started at an air show in Zagreb (yes, it’s in Croatia but it was all the one country then) and ended in a Belgrade bar, my decorum was replaced with a sort of walking, talking coma. Thank goodness JAT didn’t mind carrying comatose passengers but the coffee on the flight did allow me to recover enough to survive until midnight.
Great day, filled with jokes, stories and much back slapping. I could speak fluent Serbian by 8pm but had forgotten it by next morning.
#24, Pogs, that bloke bob in part 3 is my hero.
Posted by The_Wizard_of_WOZ on 2008 04 18 at 10:33 PM • permalink#65 mehaul,
poach the cleaned ears in gently boiling salted water until soft. Dry, then cut into strips with scissors while still warm. Drop into your deep fryer until crispy. They’re like the best crackling you’ve ever eaten.
#66 Wiz,
Absolutely agree!!!! BTW, how the bloody hell are ya?
#68 Mark L,
I’m in!
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