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1 July, 2009

Minutemen Murder Mayhem

Defending America by killing Americans

Every weekend near where I live, there’s a group of people that set up near a community center to demonstrate against illegal immigration.  They hold up signs that say things like “Honk If You Hate Wetbacks” and “Beaners Go Home”. O.K., I made those up.  But the sentiment is accurate.

I’m not going to go into a whole immigration debate here; regular readers of the Bone know that I’m for open immigration.  Come, work, hang out, add some culture, be part of the country:  the more the merrier.  Homogeneity is boring as fuck.  And it’s apparently stupid, too.

He's a border patrol agent.  Even his T-shirt says so.  Here, he works on counting to nine.

He's a border patrol agent. Even his T-shirt says so. Here, he works on counting to nine.

Because in case you haven’t heard, a couple of veterans of the completely misnamed Minutemen (the original Minutemen were a small, elite, well trained force - not a bunch of beer-swilling rednecks that like to play army and are looking for an excuse to kick some dark-skinned ass.  And oh yeah, they defended against attack, not visitors looking for work so they could feed their fucking families) movement are up for murder.

But not just any murder, mind you.  They invaded a home and killed the entire family, including a nine year old girl.  Why?  Because the were looking to rob them (of both cash and drugs that they could resell) so that they could fund their efforts to defend America against people that invade homes, sell drugs, and kill nine year old girls.  Make sense?  Wait, maybe Shawna Forde, leader of Minutemen American Defense (look how smart! It has the acronym MAD.  How long do you suppose she worked on that?), and one of the people that got arrested for the crime can explain their motivation better.  The following was grabbed from her web page before it was taken down, and pretty much explains everything:

After they cross the border they are taking over area’s of our cities, neighborhoods, schools with their way of life witch is:

1 Corruption
2 Lie’s
3 Drug dealing
4 welfare fraud
5 stealing
6 Filthiness
7 Gang code of ethics
8 violence
9 no respect for existing Americans
10 Hate

I could continue this list I have seen first hand and have been getting to know people in the Hispanic community so that when they say we should respect the plight of these pour people do not be fooled for one moment they think we are weak and stupid plus we don’t speak their language so they operate their own life styles under the radar.

I would say 90% of all patrons here are illegal some just got here yesterday These are not proud people they are nothing more then thugs.

Well that spells it out, doesn’t it?  Detailing the hypocracy, misspellings and spastic grammar would be like shooting fish in a barrel, so I’ll avoid that.

Smart, sexy, (and wait a minute; suspiciously Mexican-looking), Shana Forde is out to save Americans from those nasty, dirty, criminals from Mexico.

Smart, sexy, (and wait a minute; suspiciously Mexican-looking), Shawna Forde is out to save Americans from those nasty, dirty criminals from Mexico.

And really, the whole thing depresses me.  Here I though these people were so genetically challenged that they were no threat at all. Bzzzt. Wrong.  Seems that a steady diet of ambrosia, Bud Light, and NASCAR can in fact provide enough nourishment to generate some real activity.  Bottom line: the only good Minutemen are these ones:

The awesome Minutemen, while D. Boon was still with us. Didn't hate Mexicans.

The only Minutemen worth listening to.

I suggest every real American buy a copy of Double Nickles on the Dime immediately.

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30 June, 2009

Celebrity Death Week

Of course I have something to say (and yeah, I’m irritated).

So in one week we get (in order of deadness) a dead Ed McMahon, a dead Farrah Fawcett, a dead Michael Jackson, and a dead Billy Mays.  Huh.  A dead overrated huckster cookie with creamy dead talented person filling.

I’ll tell you right off the bat that I owned a copy of “Off The Wall”, the Michael Jackson album that was released back in 1979.  I was 16.  Now, when I was 16, I was a pretty huge Bowie fan; not only was almost every album he made up until 1979 great, that was his Berlin period, when he released three of the best albums of all time: “Low”,  “Heroes” (both in 1977), and “The Lodger” (1978).  And they were followed up with the mighty “Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)” in 1980.  He totally lost me with the crap-fest that was “Let’s Dance” in 1983, but back in the 70’s I loved David Bowie.  I also loved Richard Hell, XTC, the Sex Pistols, and Yes.  And I still had a copy of  “Off The Wall”.  Because it was great.  And, uh, maybe I was a bit of a closet disco fan - which might have started when I was 15 and wore a black velvet suit to Studio 54 for the premier party for the worst movie of that decade, “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”, starring Peter Frampton and the Brothers Gibb.  All of them except Andy.  I went with my mom.  So I used to tell people that I danced with the chick that played Strawberry Fields, but I think that might have been a lie.

The King Of Pop.  Before the whole becoming-a-white-dude thing.

The King Of Pop. Before the whole becoming-a-white-dude thing.

Anyway, after “Off The Wall”, pretty much everything the Jackson recorded made me want to throw myself in front of a bus (especially that piece of crap he did with Paul McCartney).  So now he’s dead.  And news assholes and commentary writers everywhere are tripping over their dicks to talk about what a great guy he was and how there will never, ever, ever be another Michael Jackson, and what a terrible loss it is.

Sorry, I just can’t get behind that. People die, my bitches, and they do it every day.  There are even some that didn’t pay $20 million to settle a child molestation lawsuit out of court.  And even if the guy really was just incredibly fucking stupid about his behavior and wasn’t the mincing kid-toucher some people think he was (honestly, the dude was so odd I really don’t have an opinion about that one way or the other), the coverage is getting ridiculous.  He lived, he made some good music, he made some crappy music, he made a shitload of money, he lost a shitload of money, he became a really sad looking son of a bitch, and he died.  The ground-breaking good stuff  people attribute to him is offset by the ground-breaking weird stuff.  Yes, he left three kids behind, which monumentally sucks for them.  But it’s not like he died irrigating Iraq with his blood while his wife and kids were looking at a photo of him on the mantelpiece and wondering when he’d be home.

I heard Larry “Skeletor” King on the radio venerating Michael on Thursday night.  He promo’d his upcoming show on which his guests would be Cher and Celine Dion (who could have fed the malnourished looking Jackon for a week using her camel toe) and said that because Michael had died, Farrah Fawcett’s death “is in the past now”.  Really Larry?  Tell that to her family.

Now Farrah, I dug Farrah.  I’m not going to jump on the “I had a picture of her on my wall” train, because I didn’t. I preferred the topless picture of Suzanne Somers I hid under my bed.  But I still loved Farrah.

What's not to love?  If this doesn't make you nostalgic (and a bit randy) nothing will.

What's not to love? If this doesn't make you nostalgic (and a bit randy) nothing will.

My wife liked Farrah too (no, not like that.  At least I don’t think like that, but it’s an intriguing - and mildly hot - question).  Hell, everyone liked Farrah.  And thanks to her and Michael Jackson dying on the same day, if you’ve turned on the TV in the last few days,  instead of an awesome montage of Farrah-ness from the 70’s, you’ve gotten endless replays of the creepy, sad, icky Martin Beshear documentary about Jackson.  Or a parade of media-hungry bottom-feeders that deigned to crawl out from under their rocks to bless us with their insights.

C’mon: does anyone give a shit about what Gloria Allred thinks about Michael Jackson?  Tell me what Camille Paglia thinks about Farrah, and maybe I’ll tune in (of course this week did bring some good TV news: Billy Mays, in his stupid blue shirt and idiotic chia-pet beard, will finally stop screaming at us from my kids DVR-less television).

Oh, and I hope you didn’t expect some maudlin “Rest In Peace” bullshit at the end of this either.  They aren’t resting.  They’re dead.

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19 June, 2009

Whale Wars on Animal Planet

Making whaling fun again.

When I was like 12, I probably had a Greenpeace shirt.  I’m guessing it was powder blue, with a whale and rainbows or some other equally embarrassing shit on it (no unicorns - I’m quite sure I wasn’t a twelve year old girl).  To my knowledge, no photos of me wearing such a shirt exist, sorry.  Greenpeace has changed over the intervening 34 years, as have I.  But one thing that hasn’t changed is I still like the funny.  And I find Whale Wars on Animal Planet really, really funny.

I don’t want to make a big thing about whether or not whaling is something that should be done.  Clearly there are people that think so, and people that don’t, and I’m sure that the vast majority of both don’t actually know any real facts.  I hope you aren’t looking at me to provide them either, because I’m a little too lazy to do deep research on this.  I did go to the International Whaling Commission (IWC) web site to try and find out about the legalities, limits, and populations, and I did go to the Wikipedia page on whaling in Japan as well.  But then I got bored.  So let’s forget about the deep stuff and get to the good stuff.  The good stuff being Whale Wars.

Part scull, part trident, part Little-Bo-Peep.  All fun.

Part skull, part trident, part Little-Bo-Peep.

The show follows a group called Sea Shepherd as they head down Antarctic-way in their ship, the “Steve Irwin” (which makes me giggle like a schoolgirl for some reason), to try and stop the Japanese whaling fleet.  Quick background: Japan is a member nation of the IWC, which imposed a complete moratorium on commercial whaling starting in 1986.  They, along with Norway and Iceland, have made no secret of the fact that they want commercial whaling resumed, and Norway has basically said “fuck you, we’re whaling” and does it anyway (they take 500-600 whales a year).  Major partiers, those Norwegians.  But Japan and Iceland are whaling under the exemption for scientific research, claiming they’re studying the feasibility of returning to commercial whaling in the future.  Japan’s research has included taking between 600 and 1000 minke whales a year (they plan to take somewhere around 900 minke whales this year; while I can’t find current population estimates for minke whales, in 1989 the estimates were between about 750,000 and 1,400,000 worldwide, making the “scientific sampling” approximately 1/10 of 1%) in boats with the word RESEARCH written on the side.  You’d think that the MISSION ACCOMPLISHED sign they hung behind Bush would have taught the world that making a nice label doesn’t change any facts (if it did, I’d have TWELVE tattooed on my penis).  They aren’t fooling anyone, and I wouldn’t either, believe me.

You aren't fooling anyone.

About equally plausible.

But enough of the dry, boring facts; no matter what you think of whaling, Whale Wars is hilarious.  Basically, it’s about a group of activists that search for the Japanese whaling fleet through iceberg-laden waters in a boat with no ice rating, with a crew that is, for the most part, inept.  Because the activists are the crew.  And something about that just makes me laugh.  They’re led by Sea Shepherd founder Paul Watson (a co-founder of Greenpeace that was tossed off the board in 1975 by a vote of 11-1, with the one being his ), who claims to have had a life changing experience in the 70’s when a harpooned whale looked him in the eye, and

“Paul recognized a flicker of understanding in the dying whale’s eye. He felt that the whale knew what they were trying to do….He vowed to become a lifelong defender of the whales and all creatures of the seas.”

I assume that includes stingrays, the animal that harpooned the guy his boat was named after.

Besides Dr. Doolittle (who I’ll get back to in a minute), the crew includes first mate Peter Brown, who never misses an opportunity to explain that they could all die doing this, but, you know, he’s o.k. with that.  He even seems to kind of be rooting for it.  Which explains why he’ll take the helm (and the lives of everyone aboard) into his own hands despite the fact that he doesn’t understand compass directions.  Really.  In last week’s episode, he was attempting to navigate through a huge section of the ocean covered with closely packed icebergs that could puncture the hull, and as his communications officer read the radar and called out compass headings, he explained he didn’t understand all that, and could the guy just tell him 20 degrees port or 10 degrees starboard.  Or in other words, “a little to the left” or “a little to the right”.

Steve Irwin. You'd expect the guy driving to know north from south.

The Steve Irwin. Watching the crew work is like watching a hippie using a loom and threading his beard right into the poncho he's making, which is to say, hilarious.

And speaking of the communications officer, he’s actually a web designer.  Because Captain Watson says he doesn’t want professional seamen (heheheh), he wants volunteers.  So when the gyros that keep the boat stable went offline and the boat was pitching wildly, no one knew how to fix them.  The web guy took the system apart and, with the comment “I think I see how they work”, put in a temporary fix.  So he’s a smart guy, but still….he’s a web designer.

The whole “volunteers only” policy of Watson’s is actually pretty savvy though, as it does, for the most part, succeed in keeping anyone off the boat that might actually realize that he’s in way over his head and taking stupid risks with his disciples’ lives.  In last week’s episode, he ordered his crew to launch an inflatable (a big Zodiac-type deal like the ones in the old Jacques Cousteau shows and something I’ve always wanted; they’re like the Jeeps of the seas) and try to chase down one of the Japanese harpoon ships.  The conditions were so bad they could have easily been killed (in fact they showed a clip from the prior year in which they promptly swamped the inflatable by dragging it sideways, then flipped it and dumped the crew into the ocean and almost under the Steve Irwin).  After finally getting the boat launched, it promptly headed 180 degreees in the wrong direction, disappeared from sight due to the weather and waves, and failed to radio in.  It’s like watching a Three Stooges movie with these doofuses.

Later, Captain Fantastic kept the boat overnight in the shadow of a huge iceberg, a decision that prompted one of the few people on board that seems to know what they’re doing (a woman who served in the Navy for six years) to say something like: “I don’t think an experienced mariner would do this - they’d be looking for open water.”  She was right of course, and by morning they were in deep shit, surrounded by pack ice.  In a boat with a thin, non-ice-breaking hull.  As the episode ended, they were trying to escape the pack, and two crew members had been ordered to the lowest part of the hull and told that if it was breached by an iceberg (which would flood it with ice-cold water) they had to stay there.  What they were supposed to stay there for wasn’t made clear, but the idiots actually followed orders, sitting in a tiny hold and watching as the ship’s hull flexed inward 5 or 6 inches with every blow from a chunk of ice.  Finally the cameraman said  “this is where my commitment ends”, left the camera on a pile of ropes and got the hell out of there.  Like I said, hilarious.

Bottom line though: I really love Whale Wars.  And I’ll readily admit that some shallow, hateful part of me just enjoys the shit out of seeing people so arrogant, so absolutely convinced they’re right all the time, bumble around like morons and fail to learn that really, really, really, really, really thinking you’re doing the right thing and that it will all work out because it should, damn it,  doesn’t mean shit if you’re a clueless pud.  It can be frustrating (I just want to grab that first mate, slap him across the face and yell “you clueless pud!”), and some of the people on board remind me of why there was a sign just inside the front door of the campus house I lived in at college that said “All hippies go in the kitchen,”  (which was a directive, not an observation), but as long as they keep failing to get their shit together, it’s fun as hell to watch.

The previews at the end of last week’s episode hip us to the fact that they do, in fact, escape the ice in spite of their best efforts to sink the ship, and they eventually get to throw stink bombs at the Japanese fleet (they had stink bomb throwing tryouts in one of the first two episodes, which was also funny as hell).  They also appear to actually crash into one of the whaling boats later this season.  So good times ahead with lots more laughs.

And here’s more good news: if you want in on the hilarity, they’re replaying last week’s episode tonight at 8PM on Animal Planet, and following it with a new episode at 9.  If you’re half the cynical asshole that I am, you won’t want to miss it.

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13 June, 2009

Juno’s Music: A Bad Reaction

A play-by-play of my path to nausea.

Changing channels.  Coming across last 20 minutes of the movie “Juno.” Listening to the almost endless string of folksey-cutesy-singer-songwriter-children’s-music-lyric-ey-sing-songey songs.

Throwing up in my mouth.

The antidotes? The Pixies or a pistol, stat.

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9 June, 2009

Gays STILL Need Not Apply

The U.S. Supreme Court declines to hear a case arguing why the Clinton military policy sucks (and not in the good way, either).

The Supreme Court just declined to hear arguments in a case challenging the constitutionality of the amazingly insulting “don’t ask, don’t tell” military policy.  The policy adheres to a bigoted and monumentally stupid Clinton-era law, which, according to Pentagon spokesman Bryan Whitman:

“requires the (Defense) Department to separate from the armed services members who engage in or attempt to engage in homosexual acts; state they are homosexual or bisexual; or marry or attempt to marry a person of the same biological sex.”

The news that SCOTUS has declined to hear the case doesn’t surprise me, but that’s not the issue.  The fact is, a case shouldn’t need to be brought in order to dispense with this law; it shouldn’t be on the books in the first place.  It was a disgusting, week-kneed backpedal when Clinton put it in place, and it’s even worse now.  Because now we have a President that has unprecedented clout and political capital, yet chooses to stand by silently while people like Iraq war veteran and fucking Arab linguist Dan Choi get dismissed from the service.

And by the way, he’s not the first Arab linguist to be dismissed.  According to the GAO, by 2006, the military had dismissed 300 gay or lesbian servicemen and women with important language skills, 55 of which spoke Arabic (which I suppose you don’t really need skill-wise, unless of course you happen to occupying a country filled with folks who speak Arabic and want to blow you up with roadside bombs).  One of those 55 was decorated Army sergeant and Arabic language-speaker Bleu Copas who was discharged after an eight month investigation into the gender of people he chose to bed.  Of course that was during President Bush’s term, and, you know, he talked to God and stuff, and the bible says that if you’re gay you should be put to death and all, so I suppose that guy got off pretty easy.

But the fact that 800 out of 12,000 total gay and lesbian servicemen and women dismissed since the law was enacted had “critical abilities” isn’t even the point.  That just demonstrates that legislators and the military establishment are as stupid as they are bigoted.  The real issue here is that anyone is being dismissed simply because they’re gay (Uncle Sam Says: “We need YOU to be willing serve your country, risk your life, lose a leg or two, and maybe die in the sand in the Middle East.  Unless of course you’re interested in having sex with the wrong person, in which case maybe you ought to apply for a job at Ikea.”).

What is it they’re worried about?  That no one will fight because they’ll be too busy boning each other?  That men may actually have to decline sexual advances from *gasp* other guys? (something women in the service have had to deal with for as long as they’ve been there, by the way).  That there won’t be any flannel shirst left in the PX for the men?  Or is it that old indoctrination fear again? (Richard made Jimmy like touching pee-pees!)  Maybe the folks in Washington have been passing around a Reefer Madness-type film, but instead of making pot the root of all uncontrollable behavior and evil-doings, it demonizes Birkenstocks and an uncanny ability to accessorize.

Of course, it’s nothing so complicated.  It’s just good old-fashioned bigotry.  And like the disgusting State laws banning gay marriage (which I wrote about in my 2008 election wrap up) it’s bigotry that should, and could, be addressed right now.  Sadly though, instead of getting rid of a law that devalues human beings based on their sexuality, the Obama administration simply pays lip service to “One America”, and remains silent on the issue.

Which, for the time being at least, makes President Obama just as culpable as Presidents Bush and Clinton before him in perpetuating bigotry and continuing to define a second-class of citizens.

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3 June, 2009

Hey Churchie: That a Threat?

Haven’t you caused enough problems?

I’ve written a few times about the billboard in front of the church that I pass fairly often near my house.  Based on that sign, I’ve told you how to make big bucks sinning at home, talked about the SPF of Jesus, why I’d pick up Satan if I saw him hitchiking, and why I’d rather not have God’s big God-ass crushing my photos.

One all the crappy Photoshop jobs I've done, this ranks among my favorite. Becuase it's JESUS.

Of all the crappy Photoshop jobs I've done, this ranks among my favorite. Because it's JESUS.

All pretty innocuous stuff, really.  But methinks they’ve gone too far when the advocate a violent uprising against us non-believers.  Here’s their current threat:

No God, No Peace
Know God, Know Peace

Now look Pastor Rambo, I know you feel strongly about this whole God thing, but I thought that whole “you’d better do as we say or we’ll kick your ass” thing went out with the last administration (liberals: quit giggling - you’re just as fucking pushy, just without Guantanamo Bay and the visions of Christ).  Speaking of which, anyone noticed the New! Improved! Cheney?  Now with Kinda-Pro-Gay-Marriage-Rhetoric!  Get some at your local Fox affiliate today.

And another thing: the whole damn slogan doesn’t even make sense. Know God, know peace?  Have these people fucking read the bible? Some of the shit in there makes Pulp Fiction look like a Teletubbies episode.

I can fix it though, really easily.  Like this:

No God, Know Peace.

There.  Feel better? Now all you assholes can (among other things) unstrap your explosive vests, stop beating women for showing their wrists and ankles or stoning them for adultery, stop exterminating your neigboring villages, get the hell out of “occupied” territories,  and quit killing abortion doctors.

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29 May, 2009

Obama Burger

Five Guys named No (with apologies to Louis Jordan)

President Obama went to a Five Guys to buy some burgers today.  Which, by the way, I had no idea was a chain.  I noticed one a few miles from my house and should have known it wasn’t local (locally owned restaurants with chefs that actually have a clue are few and far between around here), but hadn’t really though at all about it until today.   At any rate, I’m assuming his little visit will turn into a news item for fawning commentators everywhere, be talked about on late night TV by people like that smarmy spastic colon Jimmy Fallon, and become fodder for plenty of crappy local newscasters’ giggle-fits all across the country, so I’m not really interested in adding to that.

However. There’s something horribly fucked up that went down in that burger joint that I’d like to point out.  I’m sure everyone else will skim over it (like they pretty much ignored Obama’s failure to say jack-shit about the horrible “don’t ask, don’t tell” military policy last week), but I refuse to turn away from the tough stories.  This one is really hard to talk about though; I almost passed on it just to avoid thinking about it.  But I figured if I could post that photo of Captain Tea Bag, I could man up and talk about this too.

The issue:  his burger, oh my bitches, his burger.  He ordered a cheeseburger (ok) with lettuce, tomato (I’m no fan of tomato on burger, but ok) jalapenos (now we’re getting somewhere. A jalapeno pepper is as close to a God as I’m willing to believe in; maybe the President is my kinda meat eater), and……..oh no….not…. no, no, no, don’t…… oh crap: mustard.  Fucking mustard.  What a tease, making me think he might know how to eat grilled cow, then spraying the agent orange of beef condiments all over it.

How in holy hell can we expect this guy to run the country when fucks up a perfectly good burger?

The President of the United States considering the best way to ruin a burger.

The President of the United States considering the best way to ruin a burger.

In Obama’s defense, at least he bought Brian Williams a burger too (in a past life, a very close friend of mine used to sell that tall, beautiful bastard suits: says he’s a hell of a guy), but he probably put something gross on that one too.

By the way, does anyone know who I have to make my wife sleep with to get the President to stop by our store?

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20 May, 2009

Three Vine Reviews

Because I do this thing at amazon….

I think I’ve mentioned that I’m a Vine reviewer at amazon.com (yeah - I totally mentioned it when I posted my review of that horrible Jerry Stahl book) .  Anyway, what all that means is that because I wrote a really popular review once, I hav