A: No? Eh, probably for the best. From what I gather, it's a pretty stupid story.
Better Q:Jew they know it's Christmas? (Wherein Paul Rudd first breaks out his uncanny Paul McCartney impression, David Wain auditions for Duran Duran, someone inexplicably namechecks Bernie Kosar, and everyone thanks God it's them instead of us.)
A: Who cares!? Screw this dump, I'm blogging for radosh.net now!
Yes, while Daniel is busy with his new job at some late-night basic-cable thing Craig Kilborn threw together (and, uhh, good luck with all that), he's invited me and a handul of his other regular commenters to help fill in. I'm kind of torn about the whole thing, because while it's nice to finally be read by people I would actually want to be friends with, rather than just my actual friends, it's kind of disappointing to learn that my longtime favorite blog has been reduced to the indignity of being written by me. But hey, if you aren't already a Radosh reader, come check it out.
In other news, I have retroactively been named to Time's best blogs of 2008! It's such an honor to finally have been recognized a year ago. But then it's still kind of a step down, considering that in 2006 I was person of the year.
Will I ever blog here again? Probably not, at least until Radosh changes his mind and deletes my account. In other words, see you here next week.
But seriously, I'm going to be blogging here semi-regularly, because I'm pretty rusty when it comes to writing anything longer than 140 characters, and I'd like to get around to posting matters of actual substance rather than just jokes about Lou Dobbs. Of course, there will still be plenty of jokes about Lou Dobbs.
I just remembered that no one actually comes here anymore, and that I'm basically talking to myself. Whatever. On that note, please don't forget to buy peanut butter. We've been out for awhile. Also, you need to make a dental appointment ASAP, whatever's going on with that tooth cannot possibly be healthy.
A: A poorly timed ad from that Internet company that magically IQ tested all living celebrities.
Just kidding, by the way. I would never assault anything less than a Mensa member.
POSTSCRIPT: It has been suggested by Radosh, who has a nose for dubiosity, that this might be doctored. It's possible some Internet trickster decided this just wasn't quite funny enough. The font does look a little fishy. Anyway, I will have our fact-checking bureau conduct an exhaustive review immediately.
Americans said they wanted more hope and optimism, and by nearly all accounts they got it Tuesday night from President Obama. [...] Still, some of our correspondents raised questions about what the president said and didn’t say. [...]
In Clermont, Fla., our aging "Emptying Nest" community, there was some outright skepticism, particularly about the president’s proposal to raise taxes on the wealthy.
Patchwork Nation blogger Ann Dupee wrote in her blog: "What went through my mind when President Obama spotlighted the young girl [from South Carolina], that she could rise above a difficult situation now and be anything she wanted to be –- a doctor, lawyer, engineer –- was that when she achieved this goal after years of intensive and expensive schooling, her reward will be that she better not make more than $250,000 a year because our government is going to tax her more and take her money because she is now ‘rich.’ Where is the incentive?"
A: Late Friday, TechCrunch reported that Last.fm had spilled its guts to the recording industry, identifying everyone who'd been illicitly spinning the recently leaked U2 album. Because of the timing of the story's release, many may have missed the subsequent updates, wherein the story turned out to be bullshit. I note it here out of love for Last.fm, and also as further evidence of TechCrunch's burgeoning irrelevance.
(Seriously, Michael Arrington, the only idea more terrible than the Microsoft Store is hiring tech bloggers who think the Microsoft Store is not a terrible idea).
Anyway, the fact that Last.fm still moves in mysterious ways should come as a great relief to anyone worried about being publicly exposed for still caring about new U2 albums. Wow, that would have been embarrassing!
A: As the U.S. banking system creeps towards nationalization, the FDIC is running our biggest (i.e., most worthless) banks through "stress tests". I find this deeply troubling -- the last time I took a free stress test, I ended up giving three million dollars to Giovanni Ribisi.
Are you there, Xenu? It's me, Ben Bernanke.
On the bright side, they did manage to completely cleanse the engrams from my thetan.
And speaking of getting religion, here's Paul Krugman working his voodoo on reviving zombie banks.
A: Crazyface Mel Gibson has emerged from his hideyhole to debut an entertaining trailer for his latest war epic. In case you missed it on the post-Oscars Jimmy Kimmel Live!, or the million blogs that already ran it...
This thing would have Oscar gold written all over it, except I'm pretty sure it'll mostly end up being about how the Civil War was caused by the Jews.
I continue to be disturbed by Mel Gibson pretending to be an American. Of course, he'd still have a career today if he'd focused less on dropping his Australian accent and more on dropping the quintessentially Aussie habit of drunkenly raving in the back seat of police cars.
A: Okay, so I haven't seen it. But it is almost certainly the worst Best Picture nominee in the history of the Tomatometer.
Harvey Weinstein loves my Hitler 2.0 plan, because aside from saving the economy it would give him lots of new material for movies he guilts/blackmails/waterboards everyone into nominating.
When the movie about the plight of poor Muslims is deservedly named Best Picture tonight (and of course it will be), just remember that the terrorists have won. (Harvey wishes he'd thought of that.)
MARAJ, Lebanon — For 25 years, Ali al-Jarrah managed to live on both sides of the bitterest divide running through this region. To friends and neighbors, he was an earnest supporter of the Palestinian cause, an affable, white-haired family man who worked as an administrator at a nearby school.
To Israel, he appears to have been a valued spy, sending reports and taking clandestine photographs of Palestinian groups and Hezbollah since 1983.[...]
It is not the family’s first brush with notoriety. One of Mr. Jarrah’s cousins, Ziad al-Jarrah, was among the 19 hijackers who carried out the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, though the men were 20 years apart in age and do not appear to have known each other well.
This may seem suspicious, but the Lebanese are like the Greeks. The guy has 4,000 cousins. Me, I can barely keep track of how many of my cousins carried out 9/11.
The stranger coincidence is that it turns out his wife assassinated JFK.
Wednesday's lead story on Lou Dobbs Tonight was devoted to predatory lending. I found this to be somewhat unusual, because it broke from the Dobbsian tradition of having the lead story every night be illegal aliens. Apparently this led to quite a dispute in the Dobbs War Room, which is exactly like the TMZ offices except everyone is an angry 90-year-old white man. According to my sources, it was the most horrific, nauseating, subhuman battle ever in the history of Aliens vs. Predators.
A: Google Maps' ever-spreading "Street view" feature has added a technology for automatically blurring out the faces of the people it photographs walking out of porn shops or whatever. It works really well -- sometimes too well:
A: Yesterday when I posted that German flower mutants video, I was going to make a joke about it being Andrew Sullivan's most disturbing find since the sashaying horse. Then he goes and ups the ante today with this terrifying high-speed snail gangbang:
Boww chikka bow wow.
EDIT: This may or may not actually be some sort of snail torture porn. Sullivan has replaced it with, what else, another Pet Shop Boys video. I will leave it up, because either way, at least Dick Cheney will find it arousing.
EDIT, PART 2: According to a YouTube commenter, these snails are not, in fact, being salted to death:
"these snails are not dying, i have slug infestation in my home and they die in less than 30 seconds if you salt them. these snails are hibernating, the foam they make dries to leave a watertight seal and snails can survive inside their shells without food for months. these snails have realised there is no food about so have entered "stasis". the bit i found gross was the snail orgy you appear to have filmed. i think theres a touch of salt to stop them from leaving but not enough to kill."
A: Feeling down in the dumps over the terrible economy? Well, Paul Krugman is here to cheer you up. Or, wait, no, make you feel much worse. Bottom line, Kruggers?
The bottom line is that there has been basically no wealth creation at all since the turn of the millennium: the net worth of the average American household, adjusted for inflation, is lower now than it was in 2001.
Good times. Good. Times. Fear not, though, there's still hope. For one thing, the Cheney household is doing better than ever. Plus:
If you want to see what it really takes to boot the economy out of a debt trap, look at the large public works program, otherwise known as World War II, that ended the Great Depression. The war didn’t just lead to full employment. It also led to rapidly rising incomes and substantial inflation, all with virtually no borrowing by the private sector. By 1945 the government’s debt had soared, but the ratio of private-sector debt to G.D.P. was only half what it had been in 1940. And this low level of private debt helped set the stage for the great postwar boom.
Hurray! Now all we have to do is go to war with Germany, beat them, appease them, wait for them to create a new Hitler, and then beat them again, with a little bit of Japan nuking for good measure.
Just be sure not to read Krugman's conclusion and everything will be sunshine and lollipops forever.
At first I was feeling guilty about all the Germans we'd have to explode, but then I saw this clip from Deutschland kinder-television [via] and all my doubts went right out the window.