A red line train slipped off the tracks this morning. Thankfully nobody was injured, unlike what happened in these incidents.
This year’s number one boutique gift item!
“The Middlesex-London Health Unit of London, Ontario has launched an online game designed to educate teens and young adults on the dangers of sexually transmitted diseases (STDs).
“Adventures in Sex City will have players assume the role of one of four characters—Captain Condom, Power Pap, Willy the Kid or Wonder Vag—as they take on penis-armed (literally) villain the Sperminator, who is hell-bent on spreading his brand of STD-infected love to everyone in town.”
[via GamePolitics]
NSFW
Andrew Sullivan, we like your blog posts a lot, but if you’re gonna lead with a photo of a naked man with panties on his head being tortured by the US government, maybe give a little warning?
Talk to the Hand: Robert Gibbs is either a mad jovial fellow, has landed his dream job, or both. Probably both.
Robert Gibbs is having a good couple of weeks, at least according to his mood. By now you’ve undoubtedly read about Sarah Palin cheating on the big exam, to which our Press Secretary In Chief had this response:
That’s “Milk, Eggs, Bread, Hope and Change.”
I like it. We need a little less Tony Snow and a little more C.J. Cregg behind the podium.
But wait, there’s more. See Gibbs dryly explain that President Obama is “opposed” to slavery, after the jump.
“Torching a crack rock is very different from typing a Tweet.”
This one exemplifies the “column that forces a metaphor to allow its author to brag about his drug experiences” archetype.
Early Exits [Part 2]
Arizona Senate
As much as we’d love to see John McCain get rolled by his own party, WTPWB predicts McCain over primary challenger J.D. Hayworth, but it’ll be closer than anticipated (lets get saucy and say within five percentage points). McCain will ride that victory into the November generals, where he will best an upturned mop with a bucket for a head (D-AZ) by approximately 16 points.
“I have faith in God … But maybe the U.S. government could help a little more, too.”
That’s about all I need to read about the 10 Americans jailed in Haiti for trying to sneak “orphans” out of the country without any kind of legitimate paperwork or really any plan beyond trafficking them into the neighboring Dominican Republic. They didn’t even bother confirming all of these kids were orphans.
On the one hand, you’d be a cold bastard not to feel a little sympathy:
American officials have said they intend to let the Haitian justice system take its course.
They obviously didn’t know what they were doing and one must wonder if their thinking was clouded by a sense of divine entitlement, given their surprise at the outcome of, as stated, trying to traffic unidentified children across international borders with no paperwork whatever.
But for those same reasons, I’m inclined not to feel sorry for them at all, becuase that last sentence is written just as well in the pejorative:
These people obviously didn’t know what the fuck they were doing and, frankly, one must wonder if their odd-duck of a preacher instilled in them a sense of divine entitlement, given their surprise at the repurcussions of child trafficking, committed knowingly or not.
Full disclosure: I’ve had some experience with American missionaries in the developing world, and to say I’m left unimpressed by their world view is something of an understatement. My experience has been — and forgive me for the generalization, but it seems to hold up most of the time — that their breed of humanitarianism easily forgets the “human” part of it. Put differently, spend a little time among missionaries and you’ll find pretty quickly that within them the notion of cultural supremacy is alive and well. I suspect a situation like that in Haiti would accelerate that phenomenon.
Given that as a backdrop, you can (sort of) understand the thought process of these folks, which more or less boils down to “we know best”.
That obviously didn’t hold up this time. It really doesn’t hold up ever, except most of the time, nobody notices because nothing drastic is happening.
So forgive me when I say, with the deepest of sympathies to these peoples and their worried families*, if you go to a place with the intention of deploying “your way” with no respect given to local (and in this case, international) practices, customs, laws, governments, etc., you kind of deserve to get pinched for it. Can a guy from Amsterdam roll into East Bumfuck, Wisconsin, roll up a spliff and start puffin’ away? Certainly not. Yet these sorts of Americans run all over the world as if the rules were theirs to write. Sorry guys, it just doesn’t work that way.
*or whatever




Guess who’s bizack?
I’m not dead, I was just in Jamaica. I’ll categorize this post as “Booze and Drug” and allow you to draw your own conclusions. And since I’ve been (gladly) divorced from the mediasphere for the past week, and have a steaming pile of work e-mails to shovel through, I’ll just leave you with a funny Red Stripe commercial for now.