Roughly translated from the Arabic, it is “#Michelle_Obama_unveiled”

That’s right, bitches. Shelley Oh, unlike most foreign women, went to Saudi Arabia and did not wear a veil. And many of the male leaders of the country refused to shake her hand.

I can’t wait for the cognitive dissonance and head explosions of Faux Nooz announcers: “She’s so disrespectful….ergh…but it was to the Mooslems…but it was the Mooslems with the oil….BOOM!”

Bow down, bitches.

[WaPo]

Title: “God, Guns, Grits, and Gravy”

Author: Mike Huckabee

Rank: 74

Blurb: “Mike Huckabee asks, ‘Have I been taken to a different planet than the one on which I grew up?'”

Review: “As far as Mike Huckabee is concerned this certainly isn’t the America that he grew up in. Common sense seems to be gone with the wind. Standards of decency, patriotism, religious freedom, the Second Amendment and respect for the other person’s point of view have all come under increasing attack by progressives in what he refers to as ‘Bubble-ville’ (New York, Los Angeles and Washington, DC). Why if you dare to give your child a well-deserved spanking then you might be labelled as some sort of Neanderthal. Parents are not supposed to have rules, expectations, consequences or a paddle.”

Customers Also Bought: “God & Guns” by Lynyrd Skynyrd

Footnote: We’re just four years younger than Nugent’s bass player, and this isn’t the America we grew up in, either. The America we grew up in was enduring a winless decade-long war, civil-rights struggles, attempts to restrict voting, resistance to healthcare expansion, venal Republican Presidential candidates—

Oh, wait.

God, Guns, Grits, and Gravy [Amazon]

Buy or Die [Stinque@Amazon Kickback Link]

Called a reformer, yet still cutting off hands, and heads.

We apologize for poor judgment shown in a tweet sent earlier. We did not intend to compare football to the civil rights legacy of Dr. King.

— Seattle Seahawks (@Seahawks) January 19, 2015

Title: “The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do in Life and Business”

Author: Charles Duhigg

Rank: 74

Blurb: “Distilling vast amounts of information into engrossing narratives that take us from the boardrooms of Procter & Gamble to sidelines of the NFL to the front lines of the civil rights movement, Duhigg presents a whole new understanding of human nature and its potential.”

Seemingly Benign Author Quote: “Target studies our habits to see if they can predict major life events. And the company is very, very successful. Oftentimes, they know what is going on in someone’s life better than that person’s parents.”

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From a work in progress:

The year is 1984. At this point in the story Arnie is 60. A New Yorker who has moved to L.A. He works as an agent. He has come to the city to help Sam as his lover dies. When Jimmy is dead and the body taken away, Arnie goes back to his hotel to sleep. Sam is the great love of his life:

Out on 57th Street Arnie was swept up by the flood of people in holiday mood heading east toward 7th Avenue where they would join the annual Pride March that kicked off later from Central Park South.

For the noon start, participants had been assembling since early morning, with individual contingents forming on side streets off 7th Avenue preparing to take their allotted place in the march down Manhattan to Sheridan Square, site of the Stonewall Inn where it all began—and which was now a shop that sold decorative objects made of wood, both useful and not.

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Nothing is more offensive than what makes other people laugh.

And nothing has been more instructive about our vaunted free speech than the weaseling response of our hired intelligentsia. Of course it’s offensive. Of course it’s crude. That’s the motherfucking point, you motherfucking pope fucking gay boy fucking cunt licking pussy licking taint licking fucktards.

It’s supposed to make men go chungk in their beer. And hit each other over the head with their mugs. Like the time they all got together to fuck each other’s brothers. (See what I did there? I didn’t say sisters. I am so advanced.) What’s different about the Seth Rogan film that I haven’t seen and have no plans on seeing? Or the porn sites being shut down by our evangelical friends who’ve got nothing better to do with their right hands? What else was Borat? But then ask Salman Rushdie. His account of living under the siege of fundamentalists is instructive for as much as it tells us about the author’s unconscious shutting down as his police guard is shagging his secretary.