THE LOVE OF MUSIC can make for strange bedfellows now and then, and this Saturday afternoon saw more than a dozen congressional Republicans convened at the exclusive Beltway Courtyard Inn to celebrate “Zappadan ’09,” a little known annual musical holiday homage to the late Frank Zappa.
. . .Are a necessity when you play like this. [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rAPVxHNPN6s&feature=related[/youtube] Do not adjust your toobs; there’s nothing wrong with this video.
MANKIND HAS ALWAYS wished for a “sign” from the Gods, an augury of such indisputable, authoritative power as to sweep any and all doubts and misgivings aside. And man didn’t hesitate to ask when the opportunity arose to ask God straight out.
We won’t say how we came by this picture, but we think this image is genuinely indicative of Ms Couric’s awesome ability to shake that money-maker, rather than all the wild and crazy photochopping that’s being done to Katie’s celebratory bump’ngrind lately, thanks to the gentle prodding of Blue Gal.
Yes. Yes. America. We got ours. Oh yeah, we got the bucks; the houses; the cars; the yachts; all the stuff; we GOT ours. But I’m not talking about the stuff. No.No. I’m talking about ideas. We got ours; we got the ideology. It’s Pure. It’s Conservative. It’s Obstreperous. It’s Precious, America.
NO OTHER APOSTLE is known as well or remembered as often as Simon Peter, not only for his failed attempt to walk on water, and his confession that he thought Jesus was “…the Son of the living God,” but most notably for his betrayal of Jesus.
If you’re like me, a few weeks ago you had never heard of Louie Buller Gohmert. Probably the only “gohmerty” thing in your cerebrum was a moldy, dessicated old synaptic turdlet of fucktard extraordinaire, Gomer Pyle, the 1960s cultural antidepressant in the form of a sitcom featuring Jim Neighbors as a boot-brained marine recruit.
