Check out the 1930 DeMoulin Bros. & Co. Fraternal Supply Catalog of Masonic “devices” used to, um, entertain lodge candidates. Don’t miss the Pledge Altar. Wacky, actionable fun!
C’mon, with a title like this, how can you NOT click?
D&D Made Simple
Absolutely brilliant and accurate, via Ms LeMay.
SRV, 1954 – 1990
On this day in 1990, Stevie Ray Vaughan died in a helicopter crash outside East Troy, Wisconsin, after sharing the festival stage with Eric Clapton, Robert Cray, Buddy Guy, and a host of others.
I was twenty, and still living in a dorm at Alabama. I still remember hearing the rumor that one of the helicopters serving a concert featuring Clapton had gone down. I had tickets to see Clapton a few weeks later, so I payed attention. I wasn’t the only one that skipped class to stay by the television. CNN, not yet impotent and ridiculous, gave regular updates until we knew that we’d lost Vaughan, not Clapton.
Then? Then we drank. And smoked. And whatever. But mostly we played “Couldn’t Stand the Weather” at about volume 11. Which is what we’re doing now, at Heathen central.
Holy Shit! Actual Good News!
Via BoingBoing: Cops have to pay $41K for stopping man from videotaping them.
…The ruling finds violations of the plaintiff’s first and fourth amendment rights. It states “The activities of the police, like those of other public officials, are subject to public scrutiny…Videotaping is a legitimate means of gathering information for public dissemination and can often provide cogent evidence, as it did in this case. In sum, there can be no doubt that the free speech clause of the Constitution protected Robinson as he videotaped the defendants on October 23, 2002….Moreover, to the extent that the troopers were restraining Robinson from making any future videotapes and from publicizing or publishing what he had filmed, the defendants’ conduct clearly amounted to an unlawful prior restraint upon his protected speech….We find that defendants are liable under ยค 1983 for violating Robinson’s Fourth Amendment right to be protected from an unlawful seizure…”
Honestly, one of the finest, rudest Onion stories EVAR
Ol’ Frank points out US Blowjobless Rate At All-Time High.
Pearl Jam Gets It
TechDirt explains how.
How we feel about work today, paraphrased
“Mother of FUCK I am editing goddamn ZPL in a fucking .java file in fer-crissakes EMACS running in a cocksucking TERMINAL window. Somebody get me some motherfucking WHISKEY.”
Stewart 1, Hitchens 0
Wonkette transcribes this excellent dialog between war apologist Hitchens and TDS’ Jon Stewart:
The thing about Christopher Hitchens is that no matter how wrong or drunk he is, he always sounds like he’s making sense. It’s an impenetrable articulateness that makes him a compelling talking head even when he’s talking out of his ass. He doesn’t often fail to get the last word, but Jon Stewart just beat him to it. After a sublimely cordial conversation that began with Stewart asking Hitchens to explain “why I am wrong about Iraq,” Hitchens bristled to Stewart’s suggestion that the war was just “the British and Churchillian method that we’ll just go into the Middle East and we’ll redraw the map.”Stewart: The people who say we shouldn’t fight in Iraq aren’t saying it’s our fault. . . That is the conflation that is the most disturbing. . .
Hitch: Don’t you hear people saying. . .
Stewart: You hear people saying a lot of stupid [bleep]. . . But there are reasonable disagreements in this country about the way this war has been conducted, that has nothing to do with people believing we should cut and run from the terrorists, or we should show weakness in the face of terrorism, or that we believe that we have in some way brought this upon ourselves. . .
Hitch: [Sputter]
Stewart: They believe that this war is being conducted without transparency, without credibility, and without competence…
Hitch: I’m sorry, sunshine… I just watched you ridicule the president for saying he wouldn’t give. . .
Stewart: No, you misunderstood why. . . . That’s not why I ridiculed the president. He refuses to answer questions from adults as though we were adults and falls back upon platitudes and phrases and talking points that does a disservice to the goals that he himself shares with the very people needs to convince. [Audience erupts in applause] Hitch: You want me to believe you’re really secretly on the side of the Bush administration. . .
Stewart: I secretly need to believe he’s on my side. He’s too important and powerful a man not to be. Hitch: [Sputter, return to talking about his latest book.]
Thank God he wasn’t in New Orleans; Emeril would’ve just made a soup
Cactus, a 40-year-old tortise at the San Francisco Zoo, had surgery recently to remove half a pound of bladder stones; as the turtle normally weighs only eight pounds, this was sort of significant. The veterinarian patched Cactus’ shell with fiberclass, not unlike a surfboard.
As we Heathen are decended from pseudo-country veterinarians, our first response would have probably been unworkable. However, “flush him and give the kid a new one” will work just fine for non-endangered non-zoo non-mammal animals owned by children, just so you know. Or so we’re told.
It might make them talk funny, though
Overheard online, and definitely apropos in re: some “southerners” we know:
Just because your children were born in the South does not make them Southerners. After all, if a cat had kittens in the oven, that wouldn’t make them biscuits.
Buds.
No, not that kind.
Since last year, we Heathen have joined a cult. Not the Atkins one, or its reform cousin, South Beach — though in truth we experimented with SB for a while — but a wholly different, far more geeky cult: the First Church of the Cerulean Bicuspid.
Like most technology people, we’re heavy cellphone users. (My bills in 1997 alone would have purchased a nice used car, but fortunately they were (a) paid by the company and (b) reduced by an order of magnitude by the adoption of digital service.) Also unsurprising is our preference for the “earbud” hands-free device sold with every decent phone since about the time the average phone became impossible to hold on one’s shoulder. The only real problems with these things were (a) sound quality (they sucked) and (b) how tangled the damned cable got in your briefcase or pocket when you weren’t using it.
Late last year, though, we took the plunge and picked up our first Bluetooth headset, a Logitech. We carefully selected it using a matrix of features, functions, and value. Actually, that’s a damned lie: we bought it because it was the only one they had at Fry’s in an unopened box. It worked okay with the Sony/Ericsson phone we had then, and then worked much better with the Blackberry 7290 we tried before ultimately adopting a Treo 650, where it also worked quite well. Sound quality exceeded the cheapier wired models, and the tangled cord was a thing of the past! Score!
Except, well, the Logitech made us look like Garth Brooks without the hat. Its boom-mic style made for great voice quality, but also served as a critical flaw. See, most of these things are simple, with no moving parts aside from the ear loop. The boom mic, on the other hand, made the Logitech much larger (strike one) and easier to break (strike two) — which is precisely what happened during a trade show in Chicago in April. We reached into our bag for it, and found it in two pieces. Ooops. Lifespan: 6 months, or about $13 a month.
Next up was a Motorola HS820. Everyone had a Motorola, it seems, so we felt pretty good about the choice. It’s compact — it easily rides in a shirt pocket — has no moving parts, and kept us from looking like Garth. On the other hand, the sound quality wasn’t quite as good (mostly, it was too quiet), and it never seemed particularly happy working with the Treo. Periodically, it would fail to answer a call, and we’d have to cycle Bluetooth on and off on the Treo, or power cycle the headset, in order to make it play nice again. Then this started happening a lot, and the battery life started sucking, and last week we only narrowly escaped throwing it out the window of the car on I-45. Lifespan: 4 months, or about $20 a month.
This time, we’re going with the actual Palm-branded Treo headset. It’s roughly the same form factor as the Motorola, so we’re still safe from Brooks-ism. On the plus side, it also uses the same charger as the phone, which will be nice when travelling. On the down side, it’s still charging as we type this, so we won’t know how well it works for about an hour or so. We’re hoping for more than half a year of use, though. This is getting expensive.
Wisdom from our Veterans
From the AP:
Bill Moyer, 73, wears a “Bullshit Protector” flap over his ear while President George W. Bush addresses the Veterans of Foreign Wars. (AP Photo/Douglas C. Pizac)
Via Eschaton, but all over the net now.
Dept. of Geek Nonsequitors
We had no idea until JUST NOW that you can’t use a CNAME as an authoritative name server; it’s totally got to be an A record.
Wow. Just Wow.
Atrios points us to this, a demonstration of just exactly how wacked out Deepak Chopra is. Even more offensive is the fact that Larry fucking King actually asked “… if evolution is true, why are there still monkeys?”
And people consider this “debate?” Astounding. There IS no meaningful science behind “ID” at all. There is no “debate” in the scientific community about evolution. ID is not a theory. It’s not even a hypothesis, since it’s by definition untestable. At its root, it throws up its hands and says “God did it! Look! I’m done!” when faced with areas of science it doesn’t understand. It’s anti-intellectual, anti-inquiry, and anti-science at its core.
Which, of course, means that the Bush administration and the GOP embrace it wholly.
What the Religious Right wants
Via Kos and the LA Times. Summary: Robertson, et. al., are no different than Iranian mullahs. There is an American Taliban, but it’s not that misguided kid from Marin County — it’s a well-organized, well-funded group of would-be theocrats who have the ear of the White House and who are openly hostile to such basic things as privacy (their opinion on, say Griswold is well documented). Ignore them at your peril.
Dept. of Cool Videos
Apparently, Sia’s “Breathe Me” is used in the Six Feet Under finale that we haven’t yet watched; Screenhead nevertheless points us at the video, which is easily the coolest pseud-stop-motion, poloroid-based music video we’ve seen.
Dept. of Dudes We Like
Wired has a Jon Stewart interview worth reading.
“Strictly speaking [we’re] not sure this is ‘Christian'”
Or so says Chief Heathen Evangelism and Chilean Astronomy Correspondent R. N., in re: Pat Robertson’s call for democratically elected Venezuelan president Hugo Chavez to be assassinated. Of course, this is a guy who’s been praying for deaths on the SCOTUS for years, so I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised. His quote:
You know, I don’t know about this doctrine of assassination, but if he thinks we’re trying to assassinate him, I think that we really ought to go ahead and do it. It’s a whole lot cheaper than starting a war. And I don’t think any oil shipments will stop. But this man is a terrific danger and the United … This is in our sphere of influence, so we can’t let this happen. We have the Monroe Doctrine, we have other doctrines that we have announced. And without question, this is a dangerous enemy to our south, controlling a huge pool of oil, that could hurt us very badly. We have the ability to take him out, and I think the time has come that we exercise that ability. We don’t need another $200 billion war to get rid of one, you know, strong-arm dictator. It’s a whole lot easier to have some of the covert operatives do the job and then get it over with. Eschaton
Atrios’ summary: “He’s got oil, and if he won’t give it to us we’ll just have to kill him.”
In which we explain what happened, and why you saw what you saw
A comment to the last post suggested to us that we explain what happened over the weekend, and why the site went from “fine” to “gone” to “weirdly obsessed with David Brown’s photography” to “fine without comments” to “fine again” since Friday.
The most important point to make, though, is that the “David Brown” phase wasn’t the hack — it was actually part of the recovery.
First, background: The old machine on which this blog ran for much of its life hosted a number of other sites, including our personal site (Nogators.com, which was also the original home of Heathen), the short-lived bachelor-party documentary CarlsGoneWild.com, a wedding site for AubreyandFrank.com, our own wedding site at ErinandChet.com, and a blog for Infernal Bridegroom artistic consultant Charlie Scott at Blog.InfernalBridegroom.com. Two of these sites (ErinandChet.com and Blog.InfernalBridegroom.com) ran a blogging tool called WordPress. This becomes important later.
Now: On our way out of town on Friday afternoon, longtime Heathen Hatch alerted us via email (all hail Treo) that something was askew at Nogators. We don’t look at Nogators very often anymore; most of our efforts are spent on Heathen. Hatch, being Hatch (g,d,r), though, had not updated his bookmarks from the time that Heathen lived at nogators.com/heathen, and so he saw the problem. Basically, some jackasses had replaced the default page of many of the sites on the server with a st00pid “we 0wn yoo” tagger page. (Yeah, these kids are just about the same level of fucktard as the people who spray paint their names on other people’s buildings.) When Hatch saw that, he sent the email.
Once at the airport, I checked the damage, but I didn’t have enough time to do a thorough investigation — I did, however, have time to shut down Apache, the web server through which they most likely gained access. After dinner in Jackson, I was able to put together what happened via some Google searches and sysadmin spelunking. The script kiddies in question used an exploit in WordPress to gain partial control of my server. To brag about their deed, they posted their “tagger” page, but left behind some nastiness for me to clean up. They’d attempted to install a r00tkit (in order to take control of my server later), but their ineptitude made it pretty easy to locate and destroy their trojan. However, since the machine’s OS was outdated and had been compromised, I immediately began the process of migrating all the sites hosted there to another machine. Apache remained down at this point.
Moving takes time. File copying and new server configuration are pretty quick, but DNS changes take about a day. I copied Heathen over first, but made a minor configuration error on the new server that resulted in it responding to requests for MiscHeathen.com with its “default” site instead of this weblog. The default site is DabFoto.com. DABFOTO IS NOT WHO HACKED HEATHEN. DabFoto is the profession site of David Brown, a friend of mine who is providing the new home for Heathen and its companion sites. Far more people, though, saw either no site at all (from Friday though sometime Sunday) or David A. Brown’s photography site (from Sunday until today) than ever saw the tagger page, and since most of you have no idea who David is, it’s reasonable to assume he was the hacker. After all, you punched in Heathen and got him, right? And Chet was saying he’d been hacked, right? Q.E.D., except not.
At this point, Heathen’s up, and ErinandChet.com will start working sometime in the next 12 or so hours, albeit in a new, green, minimalist presentation instead of via WordPress. Blog.InfernalBridegroom.com will not be coming back as a blog per se, but we WILL provide forwarding from /charlie to Dr Scott’s new Blogger site as soon as it’s up.
Clear as mud?
Fixed.
Well, sort of. Heathen is now operating out of an undisclosed location; the remaining sites from the old machine will pop back up in a few days, though certain blogging tools will no longer be welcome, as apparently they provide too much enticement for jackass script kiddies.
Bob Moog, 1934 – 2005
Synthesizer pioneer Robert Moog passed away yesterday. He was 71. You may not know it, but you’ve heard music that would have been impossible without his work. As Engadget points out, this is the end of an era. Rememberances will be posted here; the family is encouraging participation.
Sounds good to me.
From this BBC coverage of his funeral:
Friends were instructed to remember him afterwards with the clink of ice in whiskey.
Cheers, Hunter.
Yes, we know
Some goatfucker script kiddie hacked some sites here. We’re fixing it now, which is kinda hard on account of being in an airport. More to come.
“Judge” Roberts to ERA: Drop Dead
Apparently, Roberts was staunchly opposed to “homemakers becoming lawyers” based on documents released this week. Of course, this was back in the 1980s, when we weren’t so evolved as we are now. Or something. From the WaPo story:
Supreme Court nominee John G. Roberts Jr. consistently opposed legal and legislative attempts to strengthen women’s rights during his years as a legal adviser in the Reagan White House, disparaging what he called “the purported gender gap” and, at one point, questioning “whether encouraging homemakers to become lawyers contributes to the common good.” In internal memos, Roberts urged President Ronald Reagan to refrain from embracing any form of the proposed Equal Rights Amendment pending in Congress; he concluded that some state initiatives to curb workplace discrimination against women relied on legal tools that were “highly objectionable”; and he said that a controversial legal theory then in vogue — of directing employers to pay women the same as men for jobs of “comparable worth” — was “staggeringly pernicious” and “anti-capitalist.”
(Thanks Tom!)
Rude, ruder, rudest
We love the Rude Pundit. Today, he turns his guns on those bellicose fuckwits bent on Hating Cindy Sheehan:
So, like, when some crazed white collar redneck plows through a field of flags and crosses bearing the names of soldiers who died in Iraq simply because said crosses were planted by Cindy Sheehan and her fellow Crawford protesters, we can pretty much assume that said crazed white collar redneck, also known as Waco realtor Larry Northern, may have been acting out of a sense of impotence, rage, and fear, the same combination that has driven crazed rednecks since Bocephus Yankeebeater pissed on the first pair of shoes ever to make its way up the Ozarks to Fuckedmysister, Arkansas.
Read the whole thing. And when you’re done, follow the link to Operation Truth to read the open letter sent to the aforementioned waste-of-space jackass Larry Northern by retired First Sergeant Perry Jefferies. It’s much more polite than Northern probably deserves; it begins:
Mr. Northern: I am a Veteran of the Iraq war, having served with the 4th Infantry Division on the initial invasion with Force Package One. While I was in Iraq, a very good friend of mine, Christopher Cutchall, was killed in an unarmored HMMWV outside of Baghdad. He was a cavalry scout serving with the 3d ID. Once he had declined the award of a medal because Soldiers assigned to him did not receive similar awards that he had recommended. He left two sons and awonderful wife. On Monday night, August 16, you ran down the memorial cross erected for him by Arlington West.
Godspeed, Hunter
Hunter S. Thompson’s funeral will involve fireworks which incorporate the author’s ashes.
Dept. of Wholly Unsurprising News
Rush Limbaugh, in addition to being an evil fuck, a drug addict, a hypocrit, and a useless blowhard is now also the worst person in the world:
But the winner — oh, it’s the irrepressible Rush Limbaugh. On the radio, he said, quote, “Cindy Sheehan is just Bill Burkett. Her story is nothing more than forged documents. There’s nothing about it that’s real.” I guess she made up that dead-son-in-Iraq business! He also referred to her supporters as “dope-smoking FM types.” I guess the painkillers wipe out your memory along with your ethics. Rush Limbaugh, today’s worst person in the world!
Congrats, Rush!
Best quote from a science article all year
One of the remarkable things about this study is the fact that the children did not find it at all surprising that a machine could miniaturize objects. Or that it might need privacy to do so.
From this article on toddler cognitive development that’s actually quite interesting. Via MeFi.
More on why DRM is stupid and useless
The new Dave Matthews Band CD has that ridiculous Sunncomm non-DRM DRM on it — you know, the one that (a) has no effect on non-Windows machines and (b) can be bypassed by disabling Autoplay even on Windows machines. The idea is that the disk ships with a “data layer” containing special, crippled digital music files that work with Microsoft players (but not, of course, the most popular music player). To access them, you’re supposed to let the CD install special software on your PC, which we’re sure won’t cause any problems at all.
Of course, even if you play by these rules, you still can’t get the digital files into iTunes or onto your iPod, so DMB have actually posted instructions — fundamentally stupid, absurdly complex, around-your-ass-to-get-to-your-elbow instructions — for getting Mp3 files off the disk. Why they don’t just tell their fans what everyone in the tech world already knows — again, that the Sunncomm solution is absurdly broken and trivial to bypass is beyond me.
One more time: We at Heathen will not buy any CD shipped with Sunncomm’s bullshit plan. We expect we’re not the only ones. We further expect that adding DRM like this to CDs — which makes it harder for uninitiated buyers to move legally purchased music from CDs to iPods to whatever for personal use — makes it MORE likely, not less, that said buyers will simply resort to illegal downloading or copying from friends.
Remember, RIAA: your failed business model is not our problem. Give us something we want, and we’ll pay you for it. Keep fucking with us, and you’ll get wholly disintermediated.
(Mostly via MeFi.)
What’s wrong with DRM
A hero for the ages
Steve Carell: One Funny Motherfucker.
In his years on “The Daily Show” Mr. Carell became known as the guy who was willing to do almost anything for a laugh, a marked contrast to his low-key demeanor when not performing. He once ate an entire tablespoon of Crisco — both in rehearsal and on the show — when ice cream or frosting would have worked just as well, just so he could enjoy Jon Stewart’s horrified on-camera reaction. He also famously did a takeoff on news correspondents who demonstrate the negative effects of alcohol. Instead of just pretending to get drunk, he consumed cocktail after cocktail and ended up screaming, howling and, eventually, throwing up in Mr. Colbert’s car. It’s a tradition he continued in “The 40-Year-Old Virgin” in a chest-waxing scene that has audiences alternately wincing and laughing as chunks are ripped from his heavily-forested torso, leaving him red and, inevitably, bleeding.
Who needs Leisure Learning?
Especially when you have The Learning Abscess. Sample:
An Evening With
Mariel Hemmingway Beautiful, talented, intelligent and spiritually evolved, Mariel Hemingway is an amazing, independent woman who has truly succeeded on her own terms. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t get lonely, or have needs like any other woman. And let’s face it, the acting offers aren’t exactly pouring in anymore. Taken together, these circumstances have given rise to a unique opportunity for you to enjoy the intimate company of the Academy Award-nominated granddaughter of Ernest Hemingway, in your own home, or in a nice hotel, or in a not-so-nice motel, or in a reasonably comfortable van. A serious practitioner of Yoga for 20 years who has studied Ashtanga, Anusara, Iyengar, Kundalini and Kriya, Mariel can not only discuss these various philosophies and methodologies but can perform elaborate contortions to allow serious Cirque de Sole-style fucking that will blow your nuts clean off. Whether you would like to enjoy this amazing opportunity one-on-one or with a few buddies, Mariel is a non-judgmental woman of the world, and is game for anything life throws at her. Course 2293 August 2 or whenever’s good for you 8pm-Late
Don’t miss “An evening throwing things at Sidney Sheldon,” either.
All you need to know about the ID loons
We were planning to rant some more about the whole stupid Intelligent Design thing, but as it turns out the Onion has stepped up to the plate: Evangelical Scientists Refute Gravity With New ‘Intelligent Falling’ Theory. (However, you should take a gander at this post over at Accordian Guy’s blog anyway.)
This Just In:
Famous, sort of
We’re anonymously quoted in Gridskipper,a Gawker media blog about travel. Said quote comes from a mail we submitted in response to a previous entry in re: Moscow’s Cosmos Hotel.
Some of this makes sense, but keep reading
The AP is reporting that the TSA may relax restrictions on razorblades, scissors, small knives, etc., which makes huge amounts of sense. We’re pretty sure hijacking a plane is no longer possible, so frankly we’re comfortable with passengers carrying pocketknives and boxcutters and other nonweapon “weapons” all they want. Making the list of in-flight contraband saner would return air travel to a less-irritating level of ritual, and would allow the TSA to focus on finding actually dangerous items instead of knitting needles and Swiss Army knives.
But then there’s this paragraph:
Any of the changes proposed by the staff, which also would allow scissors, ice picks and bows and arrows on flights, would require [new TSA head Edmund] Hawley’s approval, this official said, requesting anonymity because there has been no final decision. [emph. added.]
Frankly, we wonder if this is some sort of giveaway to Ted Nugent, bowhunters in general, or them Duke Boys (though they’d have to buy their dynamite locally, as you can’t even have that in checked luggage).
More food chain weirdness
So, as we’ve seen, sometimes invertebrates eat vertebrates. This prepares us somewhat, then, for another such case: bugs eating birds. (Photo via link, at Bird Watcher’s Digest. Found on several places this morning.)
Information that makes Rove look even guiltier
From Salon‘s piece on Novak:
Twice, Karl Rove was dismissed from George H.W. Bush’s campaign, in 1980 and 1992, respectively, for leaking to Novak.
W.T.F?
National Labor Relations Board allows employers to ban off-duty fraternization between employees.
Sizzle Pop Sizzle Pop Sizzle Pop Sizzle
Mmmmmm, Bacon.
Update: Mr Tendentious informs us that, when he and his bride lived in Miami, they were able to get bacon flavored with juniper. Mmmmm, gin-bacon!
Whew
Seminal punk club CBGB has been given a legal reprieve by a New York judge.
What the world really needs
More drunk, abusive puppets losing at blackjack.
We can’t decide which is worse
Ah, our government at work. From this CNet story:
- The Copyright Office wants to know if it would be okay if parts of their site became Internet Explorer-only — despite the facts that (a) only absurdly incompetant or biased developers create software only compatibile with a single browser and (b) the Department of Homeland Security stated some time ago that users should avoid IE due to its absurdly poor security record.
- They’ve invited comments on the subject that must be submitted on paper.
Sometimes, only Fafblog can make it better
Dobson’s hate-filled faux-Christian cult site offers tips on how to tell if your prepubescent child might be gay, and what to do as a result (“change is possible!”, they assure you, despite being wholly contradicted by the APA). Fortunately, Fafblog is on the case.
You know, we got the car fixed and all, but we’re not sure we’ll be able to afford to fill it up much longer
Things that piss us off
That this restaurant — widely hailed as the finest in the country — is closed for a private party on October 10 and 11. Mrs-Heathen-to-Be and I had planned to dine there 10/10 as the kickoff event of our California honeymoon.
Fuck.
Comment Warning
Certain other Heathen have been bitten by the comment-scrubber in overnight processing, so we want to take this chance to remind you all that certain words will get your comments automatically removed by a job that runs every night at midnight or so.
The forbidden words are (case-insensitive):
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N.B. that “href” is among the forbidden terms. This means you cannot put a link in your comments. Sorry. However, you CAN put in a bare URL, and rely on the above-average population of Heathen to figure out how to copy and paste it into their browsers.
Remember that memo?
Yeah, as it happens, our government KNEW THAT ATTA WAS AN AL QUAEDA OPERATIVE as early as summer 2000.
Bacon anyone?
Jon Stewart pokes fun at the absurd, pork-full appropriations bill by noting it includes, among other things:
…and $1.6 million for something called the American Tobacco Trail in North Carolina. Here’s all you need to know about the American Tobacco Trail: It starts at “slaves” and ends at “cancer”.
From tonight’s show. Excellent.