FlyingChainSaw

Going into the head section at 0:45 and at 2:46, it is nothing less than breathtaking how well the quartet lands ahead of the beat so perfectly in time with Steve Gadd, on drums. Finesse and a steely sense of time.

Criminally negligent TSA agents seized an alleged cupcake bomb from Massachusetts college lecturer Rebecca Hains on Christmas Eve at a Las Vegas airport and, as of last night, no one at the agency has been able to produce a record of the disposition of the purportedly fatal confection.

No one knows if the alleged cupcake bomb was taken to a remote location and detonated, if it was tested for explosives or if it was possibly mislaid and intercepted by persons unknown with no appreciation of the destructive potential of this alleged ordnance.

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Gov Sandwiches staggers around like the pathetic, glucose-drunken halfwit he is at his kid's baseball game, after being ferried there on a state helicopter and being driven the last 2 feet with a state car while his wife holds out a box of lard for him to slobber down, one of 50 he consumes each hour.

The cynics in the national political commentariate love to chuckle behind their cuffs at the titanic expanse of New Jersey Governor Chris Christie’s sprawling physical girth, variously jeering at him for morbid obesity that could take his life at any moment and condemning him as simply too pathetic a fat fuck to ever be considered electable in a run for the White House.

The cat calls and guffaws even inspired the National Association to Advance Fat Acceptance (NAAFA) to lurch to the defense of the immensely fat fascist psychopath, recently condemning any discussion of Christie’s monstrous dimensions as simply a distraction from his alleged achievements, like being a pawn in the Caligutard’s Justice Department, a twisted ministry whose claim to fame was approving torture so the CIA could legally make porno tapes Vice President and Vampire in Residence Dick Cheney could view while masturbating.

Critics and proponents, however, are sadly missing the real case for a Chris Christie GOP nomination and run for the White House.

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When the horse is hard, I plunge my mouth over his schlong in the name of our savior Jesus Christ and suck for everything I am worth

Rick Santorum at a campaign stop demonstrating how he would blow a donkey for a reporter who asked - about 10 minutes before he figured out he was being heckled.

Brain-damaged, weasel-faced GOP presidential candidate and punch line Rick Santorum is a man of epic stupidity.

Dumb?

His pets beat him at crazy eights, so much so his wife thew out all the playing cards in the house, because Santorum complained so much about them cheating.

A brick and a stuffed animal made it onto his college’s debating team – which he was never invited to join.

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Shitfaced Steve, Election Fraud Artist Drops Out of Arizona House Race

Shitfaced Steve, Election Fraud Artist Drops Out of Arizona House Race

Republican icon Steve May, confessed drunk driver and election fraud artist from Arizona, dropped his pathetic write-in candidacy for the District 17 Arizona State House seat, after being vilified for recruiting homeless people to stand as straw Green Party candidates in an attempt to Naderize the Democratic vote this fall, in a way only a demented drunk could imagine would be effective.

Have another beer, Steve! Have eleven! They’re small!

Steve, besides being a drunk driver, is a complete and total asshole who exploits the homeless, enabling him to give statements like this, unbothered by any pangs of conscience that would drive any sane non-Republican to swift and conclusive suicide:

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I’ve been listening to DiMeola’s stuff again, Return to Forever and just after that era and it’s entrancing stuff, masterful. But none of it haunts you like like his work with DeLucia and McLaughlin. Check it out.

Glenn Beck is a piece of shit, yes, a piece of shit that would gag a maggotSlate columnist Christopher Hitchens was lucid enough this week to point out that Glenn Beck’s weekend tantrum on the mall was expressive of white terror at being overwhelmed by growing populations of non-whites. Hitchens observed of the crowd’s pathetic attempt at rousing solidarity:

The numbers were impressive enough on their own, but the overall effect was large, vague, moist, and undirected: the Waterworld of white self-pity.

White Fright [Slate]

That’s all true but misses the most important aspect of the of the teabagger festival of hate and rage:

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