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Shot in San Marcos, CA, home of many grumpy old right-wingers in big American cars.
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antebellum cap popper
I can't decide which I want more, the "give me a penny" coin bank, or the Black Lady Mechanical bank. The whole collection of Black Americana is OUTSTANDING. Kudos!

P.S. It's 2007.
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This month's specials are a Smokeless Fumé Blanc '98, a charmingly rusty but deburred 1911 Colt, and several beautifully aged and rare 1944 Mauser Qualitatswehr from the extremely limited Himmler Select collection. For a relaxed sipping evening we once again offer excellent values in case quantities of Mad Dog 30/30.

Great idea. Alcohol and firearms are an awesome mix. I think I'll also join the American Heart Association Bacon Club, and order another case of Abstinence Project Thongs from Cafe Press.

Win goes to [ profile] zebulon_y: "Whites Only"


Jan. 29th, 2007 11:34 pm
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Via [ profile] yoscott, a celebration of the Minnesota State

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Billy Graham's Resting Place

Once it's completed in the spring, visitors will pass through a 40-foot-high glass entry cut in the shape of a cross and be greeted by a mechanical talking cow.

...but will it be GOLDEN?
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From [ profile] torgo_x in another thread, the answer to the question: "What do those right-wing evangelicals want, anyway?":

~ What they want ~
I'm in your HOUSE!
They wanna meet the President of Jesus and tour the Holiness Factory and all the oompa loompas are wearing nice suits and smiling and it looks like a set from Dynasty on the TV except it's real, and then James Baker runs up and gives them a kissykiss and everyone giggles, and everyone gonna getta big chocolate Jesus with magic gold USA flag wrapper yaaay.

Then all sortsa Jewwwws and gayinese commniststs and Alkalaidas show up and say "gawwd, we were so... [sobbing] SO WRONG! And you were right! SUPERSORRY!" and there's hugging and crying and Dr Phil is there to make sure it's all very solemn/joyous. Except the Alkalaini, he goes "yalalala" and hits his detonator button, ohno! But his chestbomb thing comically goes "PFFFT!", and he cries and runs away all spazzy and everyone laughs at him REALLY LOUD. (The Oompa Loompas will catch him and lynch him. Applause.)

Then everyone gets a gift bag of "victory swag" and they're all instantly [special effect!] wearing the clever "GOT JESUS???" etc t-shirts. So from now on, everyone will treat them like they're smart and popular! And the air conditioning never breaks.

And one of the 'Loomps gives a happy speech and everyone smiles and claps.

And then it's off to a special advance screening of Apocalypto!!

In an aquarium full of lube. Forever. nevar fogret
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Why We Fight?

Shot at 19th & Newport in Costa Mesa, CA today. Shiny clean trucks without anything in the bed, and big V-8s.
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Cheap grace means grace sold on the market like cheapjacks' wares. [...] The essence of grace, we suppose, is that the account has been paid in advance; and, because it has been paid, everything can be had for nothing. Since the cost was infinite, the possibilities of using and spending it are infinite. What would grace be if it were not cheap? — Diedrich Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship
apostle to the dudes

From the Register article I cited yesterday about the "SWAT Team" kids preaching on the beach. Photo credit to Andy Templeton for this excellent piece of photojournalism. The other pics with the article are good also.

The perfectly scrubbed whiteness of these people — even when they're not white — is alarming. They exist in a perfect bubble of privilege and cultural isolation. Their friends and family are all like them. Their ideal world is a kind of 1903 Tennesse where everyone is inexplicably 2006 "cool": chastity, whiteness, conservative politics, extreme sports, rock 'n' roll music, TV, great new snacks, and women in their place, obediently following behind their husbands even while surfing some massive waves.

The place where dogmatic evangelical religion and cluelessly neotenized teenage privilege meet is the best-gilded turd you'll ever see. But you'll smell it, too. Smell is pretty strong around these parts.
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Get your office, school, or church with the program using these inspirational sinspirations!


The other six are in my Flickr set here
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Holy Spirit Gym Sign Guy

It seems redundant to point out just how fucked-up this is, in every way, but I'd be happy to do so if anyone wants a few paragraphs of enraged deconstruction. Taken today on Newport Boulevard in Costa Mesa, CA.
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Tonight I almost ran over an entire pack of ironically metalled-out 20somethings who were tittering across the street after a Scorpions concert at the fairgrounds. The cops were having a joyous time arresting them all for misdemeanor irony. Aren't the Scorpions, like, 60 years old now?

Looking through the police blotter I see that:
  • There was a drive by shooting around the corner from my house (East Bay St.)

  • Someone found the remains of a bound and decapitated lamb, which appeared to have been sacrificed by some loons celebrating the Solstice (way to handle your GOTH PARTY, assholes!).

  • Some local buffoons put an ad on Craigslist selling very illegal fireworks and all got arrested. Bonus points: the ringleader, teen henchman #1, and teen henchman #2 all have Myspaces so we can laugh at them.

  • A local couple were convicted of slavery this week. That'll look awesome when you apply for a job at Wendy's after you get out. Please list your felonies on this form.

  • There are two separate ongoing criminal cases at once right now of guys who licked people's feet.
On the plus side, my friend Craig made it into the Weekly for being a 581% insane hardcore bicyclist. He's clearly made from liquid metal.
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Title: Myspace Cutest Couples

Repost this in 5 min under "Myspaces cutest couples" If you Truly Love GOD.

98% of teens won't stand up for God.

{P.S. dont ignore.}

+-You never know when God is testing YOU
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Contemporary Fetes Galantes and Fetes Champetres here in Dude Ranch Nation:
  • Burning Man
  • Humvees and Diesel
  • Cardio Pole-Dancing
  • Harley Culture
  • The House of Blues
  • Pimp and Ho parties
  • Eco-Tourism
  • Porn Chic
  • 35-year-old suburban homeboys
  • The Tattooed Hausfrau
  • "White Trash" chic
  • The Simple Life (tv)
  • Prison Cool (jail slang, prison rape jokes, wings on the velour tracksuit)
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That big white Ford Expedition SUV...

With that fish symbol on it...

With a sign that said

Clean Corporate Comedy
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One of the best things about an oppressive, unaccountable government is the humorous situations. Inevitably, one part of the mechanism will crash into another, resulting in a laff riot. In this case, the evil, stupid robots in charge of the TSA and the No Fly List encountered a condensed symbol of American patriotism and defiled it really, really hard. In the butt. This article is from the Marine Times. It could only be better if each Marine had been holding a crying eagle and a model of the WTC.

TSA detains Marine escorts
Trio escorting body of fallen comrade are stripped of dress blue coats, searched at airport

By Gidget Fuentes
Times staff writer

It wasn’t the city of “brotherly love” for a trio of Marine noncommissioned officers escorting the body of a fallen Marine through the Philadelphia airport.

Each decked in their blue dress uniforms, the three enlisted Marines made their way through a security checkpoint at the Philadelphia International Airport about noon on May 3 when they were pulled aside by security workers with the federal Transportation Safety Administration.

The Marines — a sergeant and two corporals — were escorting the body of Sgt. Lea R. Mills from Dover Air Force Base, Del., to his family in Gulfport, Miss. Mills, who was married and lived in Oceanside with his wife, was killed in Iraq on April 28 by a roadside bomb. He was one of three leathernecks killed that day in Iraq’s Anbar province.

They were brothers-in-arms. Like Mills, the Marine escorts are members of the Camp Pendleton-based 3rd Assault Amphibian Battalion.

The trio had to go through the terminal’s security in order to reach their flight that would take them to Houston and make sure that Mills’ body was properly placed on the airplane. While their uniforms likely would trigger the metal detector, they had figured they would be able to zip through the screening process and get on with their business.

“Wearing the blues, the metal detector is going to go off,” said Sgt. John Stock, a mechanic, who was accompanied by Cpls. Aaron Bigalk and Jason Schadeburg.

But as the Marines went through the initial screener in their dress blues, they were stopped by several TSA agents. Each was told to remove their dress uniform blouse, belt and black dress shoes, which were scanned by the detector, as the agents scanned them with hand-held detecting wands.

“They had me take off my shoes and ran them through the screening,” Stock said, speaking by phone May 5 from Gulfport, where the men are helping with Mills’ family and funeral support. “We all got searched.”

Then they were taken to a nearby room, where TSA workers patted them down.

At one point, Stock’s shoes disappeared, leaving him to frantically search for them and retrieve them from a TSA agent. Separated from their belongings, which included the flag that they bore that would drape Mills’ casket for the rest of the journey home, they worried about getting to the gate in time to ensure his safe placement in the airplane.

Time, it seemed like a half-hour, clicked by. “I was like, hey, we need to be on the tarmac,” Stock recalled. “It just took longer than it should have had to take.”

The agents said nothing to explain why all three were singled out for additional search and the Marines didn’t protest. “We were just trying to get there as quick as we could,” he added.

In all, it was a humiliating experience that left them angry.

“They could probably tell that I was pissed off,” said Stock, who noted that he’s never encountered that kind of search when going through airport security in uniform.

“I understand if I was in civilian clothes. But with what we were wearing and what we were doing … ,” he said, noting that “we had the flag with us.”

A call into TSA’s public affairs office in the D.C. area was not returned as of press time.

“The Marine Corps is currently cooperating with (TSA) to resolve this matter,” the command said in statement issued May 5 and provided by 2nd Lt. Lawton King, a 1st Marine Division spokesman at Camp Pendleton.
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The Two Subcultures Rule still holds. The 'Vark passed on a community of Evangelical Christian Insane Clown Posse Fans and their associated Universal Life Church Congregation at MSN Groups.

Exceptionally strong minds may be able to confront the poetry.


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