Monday, August 21, 2017

Tell Us What You Really Think, Shep

Shep has been talking Trump for so long that when he got a new assignment he lost his mind and I love it. The snark is just dripping from his lips. I hope he gets a news Emmy for this moment. He at least deserves a nomination.

Balloon Juice This Week

I am a C. I anyone anything other than a C?
I never believe but I always check.
"PROBABLY" charming??
Bitch, please!

Billy Bee Is The Eclipse Watching Bee For Me


Shit Just Got Real


Monday Image Blizzard




All I Ask Is That You TRY!


Funniest Meme On Eclipse Day


Sunday, August 20, 2017

Destination Earth

A very strange piece of pro-oil propaganda.

Produced at the height of the Cold War [1956], and made at the behest of the American Petroleum Institute (still the biggest lobby for the U.S. oil and gas industry), this great little promotional film from John Sutherland Studios [producer of other such gems as “Rhapsody of Steel,” “A is for Atom,” and “Wise Use of Credit’; c.f. here] champions not only the wonders of oil as might be expected, but also free-market capitalism. The surprisingly humorous cartoon tells the story of how the suspiciously Stalin-like leader of Mars, named Ogg, sends a rather calamity-prone citizen to Earth to find a better power source for his poorly-running “state limousine”. The exploring Martian, of course, lands in the United States and soon discovers the many and myriad delights of petroleum, and that, in contrast to his home planet, competition between companies is rife. His take-home lesson (and one drilled into the viewer on numerous occasions) is that “competing for the customer’s dollar” is key to the success of the oil industry and, of course, the thriving country as a whole. Delivering the news to Ogg back on Mars, the leader replies defiantly that “competition is downright un-Martian”, but the ordinary Martians are not to be deterred and soon rise up to overthrow Ogg and set up a thriving oil industry (and capitalist culture) of their own — the short ending with the slogan “destination unlimited” writ proudly across the screen.


All that good stuff and more.

Trump Dump

When Trump was elected, there were those who considered his history and insisted that this was a kind of national emergency, and that to normalize this Presidency was a dangerous illusion. At the same time, there were those who, in the spirit of patience and national comity, held that Trump was “our President,” and that “he must be given a chance.” Has he had enough of a chance yet? After his press conference in the lobby of Trump Tower last Tuesday, when he ignored the scripted attempts to regulate his impulses and revealed his true allegiances, there can be no doubt about who he is. This is the inescapable fact: on November 9th, the United States elected a dishonest, inept, unbalanced, and immoral human being as its President and Commander-in-Chief. Trump has daily proven unyielding to appeals of decency, unity, moderation, or fact. He is willing to imperil the civil peace and the social fabric of his country simply to satisfy his narcissism and to excite the worst inclinations of his core followers.


Lousy Space Punks Just Making Trouble


Sundays With The Supergirls



I won't spoil it for you but let me say that this piece of video will change your life. And it was made by a Dutch beer company. Such an important lesson. I would drink their beer it I drank beer and their beer tastes like swamp water and pet urine. That is how I am impressed with this experiment they did.

I Teach Because I Love


Jerry Lewis Is Dead And I Don't Care

I hate this movie. I used to like the Nutty Professor as a kid but I saw it as an adult and it really didn't live up to my memory. I find that a lot with Jerry's early work. He was one of the first celebrities that I actively felt disappointed in. Sure he ran that goofy telethon and made being one of Jerry's Kids an insult in some circles. There was a time when that Muscular Distrophy telethon was huge and the only thing on TV during the labor day weekend, the last weekend before a new year of school began. It was a horribly boring way to end the summer and I hated it. In fact I really wasn't too fond of Jerry either. He was just a weirdo. His comedy was always forced and unfunny to the point of annoyance. You want to slap him and ask him to try and stop acting like an idiot child. His muggings were beginning to make me angry and comedy should never make you want to punch the comedian. I thought that at age 12. No wonder he and Dead Martin broke up. Jerry's antics would drive me up the wall. People say Lewis was a great physical comedian. There is a dance to physical comedy that Lewis just never fully understood in my opinion.
Then there is that movie, the Day The Clown Cried. Now there is a project you have to read about to believe. I could talk on that film for hours. Another massively poor decision by a man who is suppose to be (according to the French) a comedy genius. I don't see the genius because there is really no way to make the Holocaust funny, not even a little bit. People die everyday. Most are not famous but the celebrity ones usually affect me in some way. This one did not.

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