After years of this shit, FINALLY someone has some damn BALLS:
ISRAEL last night threatened to assassinate Palestinian Prime Minister Ismael Haniyeh if Hamas militants did not release a captured Israeli soldier unharmed.THANK YOU, Israel! THANK YOU.
FINALLY. The gloves are off! Praise God for Israel, because it's about damn time!
They should kill him and replace his heart with a pig heart, and bury him that way. I'm sick of these fucking child murdering fuck tards.
Is one hair muffin really all that different from another? Let's assume she does standard hollywood nudity. Here's what you're going to see: The girl in question topless, maybe a butt shot, and possibly some panty hamster.
If you get the latter, there is a 90% chance you're going to see just a black thatch, either triangle or landing strip shaped. Even the blond actresses have oil black strips.
What's the difference if you see said black thatch on Anna Popplewell or Mia Kirshner?
It's going to look pretty much the same. Unless we get another lollipop scene like what Alisha Klass did in Center of the World, you wouldn't be able to tell a cropped picture of one from the other. Unless you were really pathetic and obsessive.
So you want to see her breasts, maybe even her buns? Try Robb's Celebs. I don't have the URL handy, so just Google it.
Chances are anyone who has done nudity will be on there. You can use Google; that's how you found me searching for Anna Popplewell's popple wells.
She doesn't look like the type to trim all that much, so just find a picture of her in a bathing suit and photoshop the bottom into a dark brownish-black, and voila.
Bottomless Popplewell.
I'm surprised I'm not getting more searches for nipple slips, to be honest. Those are the big thing for stupid celebrities now.
"Oh my career sucks. A little nipple!" That, and the camel toe.
How can a woman not notice that? I'd notice if my jeans were pushing up against my balls.
Does it feel good or something?
Then why are there so many celebrity chicks with giant honking camel toe pictures on the 'net?
French Foreign Minister Philippe Douste-Blazy condemned on Thursday the arrest of over 60 Hamas members by Israeli forces early in the morning. He said that diplomacy was the only solution to the conflict between the Israelis and the Palestinians and that political figures should not be arrested.Well, yeah. France is going to oppose any military action, right up until the point said military action benefits them. They're also going to kiss Muslim butt to avoid another round of car burnings in Paris.
When has France ever been on the right side? After 9/11, when they were pretty much obligated.
What'd this asshole have to say about the soldier being taken prisoner?
Nothing. What did he have to say about that teenage boy being murdered? Not a damn thing.
But suddenly a load of politicians slash terrorists get arrested (and not tortured and beheaded!) and he starts raising a stink? I feel a little acidic here, but: Fuck you, toad sucker!
I've had it up to my balls with these stupid European motherfuckers who dare not open their mouths when Israelis -- children even -- are murdered by a bunch of uneducated thugs, but the second Israel strikes back, doing their damnedest not to kill innocents, they get all indignant and bitch about Israel. Fuck them and the horse they surrendered on.
Fuck off, France.
You can't stop Israel from defending herself. I wish like hell you'd try, though, because I think Israel is the one nation on Earth not to whip the shit out of you in a fight, and I've been aching to see someone attack France ever since I found out they sold Saddam weapons leading up to our invasion of Iraq.
These are the same assholes involve in the UN Oil for Food scandal.
Further down, from a Palistinian guy:
He stated that the operation had nothing to do with the release of Shalit and added that it would only lead to a deterioration in the situation and additional bloodshed.Sticks and stones may break their bones but the Israeli's have tanks bitch.
There is bloodshed agaisnt Israel if they don't attack.
This guy is basically saying "Let us punch you in the face, and don't hit us back, or we're going to punch you in the face twice!" Israel's response is, as it should have been years ago, "Fuck off, I'm going to knock you the fuck out."
I hope Israel rolls all over the Hamas "government" and I hope they find that soldier alive.
I don't care if they have to kill a hundred terrorists. (actually, the more terrorists they kill, the better)
I also hope the Palestinians will fucking wake up and realize what is being done in their name, and elect some sensible people and quit tolerating this culture of death and suicide.
But it has a special meaning to me, because Rob e-mailed me during the discussion resulting from this post. It was about something that made Rob special:
Just simple, mundane, every day stuff. Just shooting the shit, talking.
But that's one of the things that attracted people to Rob -- not only did he talk about just anything, but he'd actually talk to you. Personally. My comment is a little ways down, under my name (Adam Lawson), and I start talking about TP, I talk hot sauce.
I like Peter Pan crunchy peanut butter. I once read in "Consumer Reports" that Peter Pan tested highest among popular brands for insect parts and rodent feces. Maybe that's why I like it so much.
And you are correct-- I should have mentioned this in my post--- NO other hot sauce is as good as genuine Tabasco. But they've got a native concoction in Costa Rica that comes damn close.
To him, it was just an e-mail, but to me it will always be something special.
Because I looked up to Rob, and he will always be way up there on my list of people who influenced me. It meant so much to me that he took time to e-mail me -- and just about something regular like that.
Because to him, I was just another guy.
Rob didn't think of himself as too good, as being up on some high horse. He may've had an ego, but he was humble and the man deserved any egotism he had. He treated people like they were that -- people.
He was a great man, but he didn't think so. I think that only served to make him greater.
So that's the post that I find special, and that's why.
I was star-struck by it -- the way one feels when they meet a celebrity. That wasn't the only e-mail I got from Rob, but it was the first, and it started a fun conversation back and forth for a little while, about peanut butter and hot sauce.
That's what Rob was -- a talented guy, but a guy you could talk to.
He'll be sorely missed.
Staring at my G-Mail account, listening to Johnny Cash's rendition of "Hurt." If I drank, I'd probably be drinking right now. Good thing I don't because this post would be half as coherent, and I doubt it will be much as it is now.
The first blog I ever read was Eric Raymond's, and through that I found Kim du Toit's Pussification essay. From there I found Gut Rumbles.
I fell in love with his style.
I felt empathy about his son. I wanted to strangle his ex-wife. But most of all, I wanted to think of him as the kind of guy I could be friends with, because he was something special, and a damn good writer.
At one point, he mentioned his mother making chicken and dumplings, and I smile remembering. Momma's chicken and dumplings -- how can we Southern boys resist?
It was, as I commented on his site about last meals, what I want to be my last meal.
Rob and I were separated by about thirty years, there's a state in between here and there, and I didn't always see eye to eye with him. But he was so damn..
. you have to be a real son of a bitch not to like Acidman.
Yeah, he was an ornery old cuss.
But he was a geniune good man, and you can see it in all of the posts made about him. Note that despite the negative things he said about women, a good amount of people remembering Rob Smith are women. Because they saw past the gruff exterior.
I mentioned earlier a few e-mail exchanges with Rob. I found one of them today. I'm not going to share it here, because it's special to me, but I told Rob during the course of said e-mail exchange he had given me one of the best compliments of my life.
I would love to believe he's not dead, but he snuck off to Costa Rica and isn't coming back. It's not true, as much as I wish it was. Instead, I content myself to know he's with his momma, and he's laughing at the IRS.
God, I'm going to miss you, Rob. I'm going to miss going to your site. I'm going to miss reading your posts.
There was only one, and I'm so sorry I never met him in person.
I started reading his site way back a long time ago, just shortly after I read Kim du Toit's, and I kept it up. He was one of my very favorite bloggers because he was so different, so Southern and so proud of that.
There were rough times, and times I didn't agree with him, but he was a great blogger. We spoke in e-mail a few times about various comments on his blog -- dogs and peanut butter preferences, just normal stuff.
I was just a nobody commenter, and he e-mailed me.
This was before I had this blog, but having him e-mail me just meant the world to me at the time.
I'll forever treasure those e-mails and the memories.
I miss him already.
Okay, for crying out loud. The people finding this site looking for Anna Popplewell's breasts, and Anna Popplewell's naked breasts, and her nipples, that's kind of funny. It amused me, just like the guy who found me looking for a "white hot rusty dull needle" or some variant, which I had said word for word.
That was kind of cool.
But you sick fuckers looking for Mary Pierce's breasts frighten me.
Please for the love of God stop Googling for that.
I saw that in my sitemeter and nearly hurked in my mouth. That is disgusting, and you make baby Jesus cry.
Update: And what the hell, Justine Henin-Hardenne's breasts?
Are you fuckers retarded? She doesn't have any breasts!!
That's like searching for Pat Robertson's humility.
Will it be the salmon teriyaki with organic greens, or asparagus tempura and tuna sashimi? As the waiter hovers with pencil poised, the Dixie Chicks debate the menu with the practised air of professional restaurant critics. The Chicks have traditionally been branded a country band, but clearly it's some time since their diet consisted of ribs, tacos and pancakes.
Sisters Emily Robison and Martie Maguire project a polished Fifth Avenue elegance, and vocalist Natalie Maines is a vision of sculpted cheekbones and smoky eye-shadow.
So, of course, they're simply better than most people.
When Maines made her comment on March 10 2003, 10 days before Operation Iraqi Freedom unleashed "shock and awe" over Baghdad, the Dixie Chicks were probably the biggest act in country music.Gee, no bias there in favor of the Dixie Chicks by this twit reporter.Yet within days, their music vanished from the charts and the airwaves, apoplectic rednecks crushed piles of their CDs with tractors, and the FBI was feverishly monitoring death threats against the trio. It was the most heinous pop-star outrage since Ozzy Osbourne urinated on the Alamo.
After all, it's considered a compliment to call someone a redneck. I'm not really fisking him, though, so much as what these women have to say:
"The reaction was as if Natalie had said 'Death to the President' or something," says violinist and vocalist Maguire.No it wasn't.
She wasn't arrested or investigated by Secret Service. Dumb Bitch Points Accumulated: 1.
"It was the bullying and the scare factor," shudders banjo and guitar player Robison.That's quite a trick, to say something by shuddering. It was most certainly not like the McCarthy days, because the government didn't do anything."It was like the McCarthy days, and it was almost like the country was unrecognisable."
You said something your fan base didn't like, and they reacted. Dumb Bitch Points: 5, plus an extra three for the McCarthy comment.
"A lot of pandering started going on, and you'd see soldiers and the American flag in every video.Dumb Bitch Points: Another 10, bringing the total to 19.It became a sickening display of ultra-patriotism."
First of all, the whole flags and soldiers thing started on 9/11/2001, you dumb bint.
Second of all:
"The entire country may disagree with me, but I don't understand the necessity for patriotism," Maines resumes, through gritted teeth. "Why do you have to be a patriot? About what?...This land is our land? Why? You can like where you live and like your life, but as for loving the whole country… I don't see why people care about patriotism.
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No one is under any obligation to like you. We don't have to like you. Personally, I hate country music, so I didn't like you in the first place.
Dumb Bitch Points: 11 more, 30 total. Because I like round numbers. I'm sorry, get this through your thick head: No one is obligated to like you.
There can be no rational explanation of how Maines's remark came to drive a red-hot poker into America's divided soul,First of all, that's a shit simile. Second, the rational explanation is: their fans like Bush, moron.
Abu Musab Al-Zarqawi has been killed.
Thank God. Thank the troops -- they sent that son of a bitch straight to Hell, and he is now finding out his virgins are virgin demons. Virgin male demons.
With pig penises. He is roasting, he is wailing, and he is gnashing his teeth. I, however, am smiling and very glad I couldn't sleep and checked the news.
Just a few days after D-Day and weeks after Memorial Day, I cannot think of a more fitting present for our troops in Iraq. The only down side is that we didn't get to give it to them, they had to do it themselves.
I wonder, however, if the lefty blogs are already saying this was timed to cover up Haditha?
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