Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Back in Ann Coulter's Ass-Saddle Again
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
The other night I was sitting home watching a Tivo of Stump the Schwab on ESPN and just about nodding off when suddenly someone began pounding on my front door like I owed them money. It would be hard to overstate my surprise when I opened the door and Ann Coulter pushed past me, smelling of alcohol and Nicorette gum. She had already taken off her sweater and shoes before I remembered to close the door.
‘Nice to be back here at the Fortress of Decrepitude. Bet not many ladies come here twice.' She shook her head. 'Have I missed you,’ she sighed, glancing toward me.
‘I’m..flattered..’
‘I’m not talking to you,’ she spat, ‘I’m talking to your cock. Bet you never thought you’d see me again.’
‘Not without being able to change the channel, no..’
‘Well get out of that ridiculously too young for you Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirt, say goodbye to 1998 and lose the cargo pants, and get ready to stuff the only thing interesting about you into the sloppy end of my digestive tract.’
‘Which end is that?’
She didn’t appreciate my making this admittedly small joke. She stepped up to me with rising anger, and I had the small adrenaline rush that precedes a fistfight. But instead of hitting me, she said through clenched teeth:
‘I came here to chew gum and have Liberal cock slammed into me.’ She spit her gum onto my floor.
‘And I’m all out of gum. We clear?’
I flinched.
‘Yes.’ I reproached myself for looking away, unable to meet her menacing gaze. She resumed taking off her clothes.
‘Don’t you want to, I don’t know, talk politics?’
‘You think you’ve got me all figured out in that box of shit you keep balanced on your neck, don’t you?’
‘Well I think I have an idea what flips your bingo switch, yeah, so if you want to discuss..’
‘No need. I listened to Clinton’s ’92 acceptance speech in the car. I’m as horny as the hat rack at a Viking bar.’ She stood naked and impatient before me. ‘What’s the matter?’
‘I’m a little freaked out by your hip bones’
‘I still weigh what I did Freshman year at Cornell,’ she said proudly.
‘Have you eaten since?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean hit a buffet. Get some plates dirty. Seriously.’
She fixed me with a hot stare. ‘It’s not how the meat bounces on the girl; it’s how the girl bounces on the meat.’
‘Could we, like, kiss or something?’
‘Aw,’ she said tartly, ‘isn’t that sweet. You want to kiss me on the mouth.’
‘Yeah, I would.’
‘Well I’m a little picky about who I let kiss me, Libby. Now, how’s about sticking your fuckmeat up my ass?’ I felt beaten.
‘OK, OK..’
‘Now, don’t be like that. Listen, do you know what it means when someone says put it in slowly and gently?’
‘Yes.’
‘Good. Then do it the exact opposite of that,’ she said, smearing lotion on my uterus poker. She noticed what must’ve been my glum look, rolled her eyes and sighed. ‘OK, what do you think of the war on activist judges legislating from the bench, Libby?’
I perked up.
‘I think lackey judges legislate from the bench too, the Administration just prefers their decisions.’
‘Pat Robertson thinks activist judges pose a greater threat to America than terrorists,’ she said smugly.
‘I read that. Well, he’s a man who believes Adam & Eve had three sons and populated the Earth, he must be right.’
‘Anti-Religious rhetoric. That’s hot.’
‘I’m not anti-religion. I come from religious people that I love very much.’
'You just think you’re smarter.'
‘I just think if anyone wants to live in a democratic fundamentalist theocracy, they should move to Iraq. They’ll have one soon enough.’
‘Do you like Football?’ she asked eagerly.
‘Uh, I guess..’
‘Good,’ she said, climbing atop my pool table and waving her ass in the air like a rapper without a care, ‘then tell your Brown Bay Packer it’s kickoff time.’
Knocks rattled my front door. I recognized my friends' voices.
‘Who is that?’ she hissed.
I listened at the door.
‘It’s Tim and David and someone else.’
‘Jesus, it’s always a social program with you people, isn’t it?’
‘I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting them. Or you.’
‘Well answer it,’ she said, sitting on the pool table. I wanted her to not get her slime on the felt, but I thought better of asking. I opened the door to see Tim, David and John Cusack. He was really good looking in person.
‘Hey guys,’ I said anxiously.
‘Let us in,’ said Tim, ‘Redd Kross is going to be on Letterman in a couple minutes.’
‘Hold on a sec,’ I said, closing the door. I turned to report. ‘It’s Tim, David and John Cusack. They want to come in and watch Redd Kross on Letterman.’
‘Never mind. How did they vote?’
‘Uh, Tim and David voted for Kerry, if they voted. I think John Cusack was active in the Nader campaign, wasn’t he?’
Her eyes narrowed slyly. ‘Let them in.’
I opened the door again.
‘Hey, you guys want to help me fuck Ann Coulter?’
Then we were all up on the pool table surrounding Ann Coulter. David was stationed by her head, Tim and John Cusack were at her either hand, and I was positioned familiarly between the backs of her legs as she crouched like a supplicant before me. Taking aim as I prepared to bust into her shit-shack with my splattering ram, looking at her slavering, pulsing crap valve, which for an instant seemed to wink at me like an old friend, I realized that from this angle, we’re all the same. Sure, some of us think the best way to confront terrorism is by falsifying grounds for war and creating the greatest recruitment drive for young men willing to die in the name of Islam since the Crusades, and some of us do not. Some of us advocate teaching ‘Intelligent Design’ in the classroom alongside Evolution and hope someday Astronomy classes will give the Bible teaching that the Earth is the center of the Universe equal time with the scurrilous notion that we actually orbit the Sun, and some of us do not. Some of us believe the poor and helpless in a civilized society are entitled to nothing more--and can benefit from nothing more--than contempt, and some of us do not. Some of us believe that a 13 year-old girl should be required to deliver the child of incestuous rape, and some of us do not. Some of us believe that if childbirth threatens her life, any doctor who ends her pregnancy is a murderer, and this fact should rightfully be brought to the attention of his children and their fourth grade classmates, and some of us do not. But when you get right down to it, and contemplate our assholes, we’re really all the same.
‘One thing before we get started,’ Ann Coulter said, pulling her hair back in a pony tail, ‘I don’t want to catch any of you life-partners holding hands while you’re stabbing me, OK?’
We all nodded in consent, and began tunneling.
For those of you who have never tried 5-person sex, it’s a little trickier than you might think. With the guest of honor buffeted at all sides, until everyone works in a kind of sync, it’s a little like trying to fuck a mechanical bull. I found myself wrenched out mid-stroke and made the mistake of satisfying my curiosity, glancing down at her ham-trap. It looked more like an exit wound than any baby-wallet I’d ever seen before. Was this a surgeon’s handiwork?
In an instant she kicked her heels up powerfully against my backside, and driving me forward, caught me again in her yawning fudge mine. I felt slightly seasick, but on either side of her David and I had achieved the sort of rhythm that allows two-man saw teams to do their work efficiently.
My head was spinning. I noticed all of us around Ann had kept our socks on, and wondered what that was about. I felt really weird doing this in front of my friends. Everyone kept their eyes to themselves, like men at the open urinal troughs in the Dodger Stadium bathrooms. I was thinking about how cool it was to have John Cusack over, and how much I liked Grosse Pointe Blank. Judging by the way he casually smoked a cigarette, I guessed he had sex this way all the time.
Ann Coulter was swaying in a gentle clockwise motion, accommodating all of the thrusts around her in a smooth sequence. She stopped suddenly and snapped at me over her shoulder.
‘Hey back there—fuck it like you dig chicks, wouldya sport?’
The guys snickered.
‘We can trade places if you’re not up to it,’ John Cusack sort of drawled disdainfully at me. Now I felt really uncomfortable.
‘He can do it,’ she half-mocked, half-defended me. ‘Now, I want you to turn my ass-snatch into a one-man mosh pit. Comprende?’
She went back to bouncing David’s scrotum off of her chin. With my renewed effort, the gentle circuit her body was making became quickened and jerky. She didn’t seem to mind, moaning in muffled pleasure like a mental deficient with too much cake in his mouth. She began to hum something familiar that caught our attention, especially David’s, since she was humming it on what he referred to as his "pink floyd." Tim began to sing along:
‘If it takes just a little while..open your heart, and look at the day,’ the rest of us joined in slowly, ‘you’ll see things in a different way. Don’t, Stop, thinking about tomorrow..’
She convulsed spasmodically in orgasm as our rendition grew louder. Over our chorus, Ann Coulter could be heard making horrible noises, like a pterodactyl being disemboweled.
‘It’ll soon be here. It’ll be better than before; yesterday’s gone, yesterday’s gone..’
With her whole body shuddering in paroxysms of ecstasy, the pace got really hectic. As she caromed wildly like a pinball caught between four double-bonus bumpers, I sensed things were about to get soupy.
‘Uhhhhhggg..yeah!’ David gasped triumphantly.
Along with him, Tim and John Cusack were nearing their own scrotum-lightening, Coulter-whitening experience. The terrific tempo at which she expertly beat them both made me think she could probably play the shit out of some bongos.
That’s when things began to go horribly wrong.
Ann Coulter’s slender frame, which had been so easily jostled between our various cum-muskets, suddenly became as fixed and immobile as Joe McCarthy’s tombstone. This was just registering in my mind when I heard David let out a high-pitched shriek. I looked up to see the terror on his face as suddenly he was being swung around, flailing helplessly like a stuffed animal in the mouth of a pit bull. Ann Coulter began to swell grotesquely, and she was suddenly a massive, armored confluence of rigid, steely muscle before me. She became covered with gruesome scales and sharp, bony protuberances. The air filled with a thunderous, guttural laugh, like a Shelby Cobra being gunned over and over. Her arms bulged powerfully and began to clench the penis in either hand with ungodly force. I watched in horror as Tim and John Cusack’s cocks burst in her hands, now taloned claws, like water balloons. They both, mercifully, passed out from either shock or pain. The beast that Ann Coulter had become clutched what remained of their genitals in either bloody hand like burst bladders. David was now hanging lifelessly from her maw, as though his skeletal structure had been sucked right out.
I tried to disengage but her heels, now burred hooves, again held me helplessly in place. Unthinkingly I screamed alternately for my mother and for Sweet Jesus as I became aware of something like a hand pulling me deep in the monster Ann Coulter's buttmouth, intent, and I felt sickly sure, capable of dragging me to the darkness within.
I awoke to the ringing of my telephone. I was sitting on my couch. Stump the Schwab was over, and Say Anything, starring John Cusack, was on. I began, with relief, to assemble my mind. I didn’t own a pool table. Tim was in Ireland. I hadn’t spoken to David in longer than I can remember. Redd Kross hadn’t put out an album in years. It was just a dream.
I rose to answer the persistent telephone.
‘Hello?’
‘Hello. Is this Bachem Macuno?’
‘Speaking,’ I rubbed my eyes. ‘Look, I don’t have a mortgage to refinance; I don’t know how I got on this list.’
‘This is Ann Coulter.’
‘Is it?" I said, unsettled. "Well, hello again.’
‘What do you mean, "again," you booger-twiddling imbecile?’
‘I mean..we’ve met.’
‘You mean in your little story.’
‘Story? It was an account of our afternoon.’
‘Yes, I’ve read it. Just because you’re piteously insignificant doesn’t mean you’ve escaped my notice.’
‘Well, it’s just that you make it sound like it didn’t happen.’
‘It didn’t.’
‘Uh, you know perfectly well it happened, as do I, owing to the fact that we were both there.’
‘If you think I can’t know something perfectly well and continue to argue the opposite, you’ve not very familiar with my work. Anyway, maybe you just dreamed the whole thing.’
Something in her voice gave me a chill up my spine.
‘Hey, you’re free to regard the account however you wish.’
There was a considered pause.
‘I see you’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback,’ she conceded.
‘People have been probably over-generous, yes. Look, I’m not naïve; I know that has more to do with you than it does with me.’
‘It doesn’t matter what Liberals think. Two things they never remember to do. 1. Shut up. 2. Vote.’
‘That’s probably good news to people who misconstrue a 3% differential to be a mandate.’
‘Still, that praise has got to be pretty heady for a failed TV writer.’
‘I’m not a failed TV writer. I’m a failing TV writer. There’s a difference.’
‘They both make the same amount of money.’
‘Did you call for any particular reason?’
‘Did I wake you?’ she intoned knowingly.
‘Seriously. What do you want?’
‘I wondered if you watched the press conference last week.’
‘Yes, I did. Just, you know, to count how many times the leader of the free world said "nucular"’
‘You sneering elitists. It’s a regional thing. It’s just like the British saying ‘aluminium’’
"Actually, the British say ‘aluminium’ because they spell it ‘aluminium’. Is there a dictionary with ‘nucular’ in it that I don’t know about?"
‘Come on, it’s folksy.’
‘It’s not folksy, it’s put on for faux-shitkicker appeal. The guy went to prep schools and Yale, it’s not like he doesn’t know better. It’s his aw-shucks anti-intellectualism signal flare saying "Hey dumb people, vote for me!"’
‘I’ve got to tell you, this is some of the most low-caliber phone sex I’ve ever had.’
‘I didn’t realize that’s what we were doing.’
‘Well clue the fuck in. Do I have to put it in bold type on the cover of Mother Jones?’
‘Alright, alright..well, I did like the President’s energy plan. I think supplying China with energy efficient technology is a good idea.’
‘Yes?’
‘Sure, once we get some. Maybe we can trade them the technology we don’t have for the technology they do have, like the breakthroughs they’re making and patenting in stem cell research.’
‘Ah, you object to the "Culture of Life"?’ she said, intrigued.
‘Seems like yesterday it was the "Culture of Vengeance," bragging about all the mentally retarded people he executed.’
Her breathing quickened. ‘People of faith believe life, and stem cells, are sacred.’
‘It was a lot easier when scientists could just be burned as heretics, huh?’
‘Uhnnnggghh,’ she gurgled on the other end of the line.
‘Are you touching yourself?’
‘I’m tapping my clit like a telegraph operator on biker speed. Continue!’
‘Hey, I totally respect people of faith making that determination for themselves. If they really feel that way, I hope they have the courage of their convictions. I hope they will, on principle, suffer and die from conditions Stem Cell research will be able to address once the breakthroughs are made. I hope they have the courage to resist Stem Cell advances and watch their loved ones suffer and die, and stay true to their principles. Otherwise, they’re just busybodies killing time between complaint letters to the FCC about any instance of language stronger than "dang." Otherwise, they should put their time and energy into baking a nice Mind Your Own Business-cake, with delicious Shut the Fuck
Up-frosting.’
‘Ahhhhrrgghh..’ she wheezed, ‘describe something degrading you’re doing to me.’
‘Ok, ok..I’m behind you with my dirty jockstrap pulled tight over your face and mouth like a bridle, and I’m yanking the waistband like reins.’
‘Yes! YES!’
‘I’m riding you over to the toilet..’
‘You can lead my horseface to water, but you can’t make me drink!’
‘Yes, but I can stick your head in the toilet and flush!’
‘Oh God! Oh GOD!!’
‘And I’m scrawling something on your ass with a sharpie.’
‘Uhhh..Ohhh..what are you writing?’
‘I’m writing..HILLARY IN 2008!!!’
She began huffing and grunting like a cow having a seizure. I could hear her strumming her clitoris like Earl Scruggs picking out Foggy Mountain Breakdown on the banjo. The sound of a woman having a tremendous climax is usually arousing to me, but I sat there in a grim mood, like I’d gotten bad news and was trying to grasp it. I waited, resigned, for her to regain her composure. She finally did.
‘Was it good for you?’ she said, catching her breath.
‘Not really.’
‘Good,’ she cackled. ‘You must really hate Conservatives, huh?’
‘Not really. I have close friends who are Conservatives. I’m not so threatened by people who disagree with me that I need to reduce them to cartoons to vilify, or hateful misrepresentations like Der Ewige Jude. There are people I disagree with that I respect quite a lot. Your shtick is calling anyone who disagrees with you to be shot for treason.’
‘Shtick?’
‘Well, you must know better. You’re just an entertainer. It’s a complicated world. If you can ease people’s confusion by presenting a preposterously oversimplified worldview where one side is all good and the other all evil, great for you. People don’t make the New York Times bestseller list writing considered, balanced analysis. People want an uncomplicated reality. There’s a nice living to be made in providing it to them. But I don’t think you really believe much of it, just like I doubt the Verizon guy walks around saying "Can you hear me now?" when he’s off-camera.’
‘I bet you think you’re pretty clever for a guy wearing cargo pants.’
‘I don’t think..how did you know what I’m wearing?’
‘Ha. What else would you be wearing?’
‘Look, you’ve had your fun. I’ve got to go.’
‘Fine. Go.’
‘Goodbye.’
‘Wait, Bachem..’ she called. I returned the receiver to my ear.
‘Yes?’
‘Enjoy the movie. And tell Tim and David I said no hard feelings.’
I dropped the phone and my mouth fell open in a silent, breathless scream. I heard familiar peals of dark laughter booming through the room, as the ground swirled beneath me and fell away from my feet.
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Bird Filled Sky
Very cool stuff from Tim Biskup:
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Hummer: Not great off road
Via the FUH2 site, an amusing video revealing the Hummer's not-so-awesome Off-Road capabilities . . .
Check out the front wheels!
How did they ever tow it outta there? Probably with a Jeep!
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Monday, May 30, 2005
The Veil nebula
The Veil nebula, NGC 6995/IC 1340, in the Cygnus Loop
via the Anglo-Australian Observatory
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Sunday, May 29, 2005
Sand Sculpture
The picture below are from a beach in Maryland. (pretty awesome) The man creates new ones each day, as the ocean washes away his work every day:
Sayeth Chuck Ritchey, Sr.:
"I have watched this man work on the beach at Ocean City, Maryland. Each time I watch him I marvel at his talent and fortitude because it is true that his works get washed away with the tide and he does them again."
I would say what he does qualifies as religous fervor.
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Saturday, May 28, 2005
Lenticular Mammatus
Wicked Cool Clouds:
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via boingboing
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Friday, May 27, 2005
Car Hacks
I can't tell if they are real or photoshopped, but they are amusing nonetheless . . .
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Thursday, May 26, 2005
the world's fastest, tallest roller coaster
Wicked cool looking:
Forbes: "The global theme park industry takes its fun seriously.
In 2005 alone, more than 100 new attractions have opened or been announced to open worldwide. The amusement industry is strong and growing at a steady rate," she explains. "What limits what is created for the industry is just two things. One: physics. Two: the imagination of the designers and engineers."
How much imagination? In New Jersey, Six Flags Great Adventure recently debuted the 456-foot high Kingda Ka, which is billed as the world's fastest and tallest roller coaster. Its hydraulic launch propels the train out of the gates at 128 miles per hour and then through a 270-degree loop, making passengers feel weightless. The roller coaster has a dual-loading station that allows four trains to simultaneously load and unload on two separate tracks, a peak horsepower of 7,400 and can accommodate 1,400 people per hour."
The Top Ten Most-Attended Amusement/Theme Parks Worldwide, 2004
(compiled by Economic Research Associates)1. Magic Kingdom at Walt Disney World, Lake Buena Vista, Fla.: 15,170,000
2. Disneyland, Anaheim, Calif.: 13,360,000
3. Tokyo Disneyland, Tokyo, Japan: 13,200,000
4. Tokyo Disney Sea, Tokyo, Japan: 12,200,000
5. Disneyland Paris, Mame-La-Vallee, France, 10,200,000
6. Universal Studios, Japan, Osaka, Japan: 9,900,000
7. Epcot at Walt Disney World, Lake Buena Vista, Fla.: 9,400,000
8. Disney-MGM Studios Theme Park at Walt Disney World, Lake Buena Vista, Fla.: 8,260,000
9. Lotte World, Seoul, South Korea: 8,000,000
10. Disney's Animal Kingdom at Walt Disney World, Lake Buena Vista, Fla.: 7,820,000
Amazing that 8 of the 10 most attended Amusement Parks are Disney!
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Source:
World's Most Fun Amusement Parks 2005
Sophia Banay
Forbes, June 2005
http://www.forbes.com/travel/2005/05/26/cx_sb_0526feat.html
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Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Getcha Red Hots!
I still love Superdawg in Chicago, but there's some damned good dogs in NY. Check out this great NYT article on Hot Dogs Wednesday:
"So what constitutes a great hot dog? To me, it's a grilled, kosher-style frank served on a lightly toasted bun with slightly spicy mustard and a homemade onion or pickle relish that is neither too sweet nor too hot. The Old Town Bar on East 18th Street not only toasts the bun that encases its grilled natural-casing all-beef Sabrett dog, it butters it as well. Sublime! Sauerkraut is also fine atop my dogs, though every once in a while I crave one prepared Southern style, with cole slaw. My ideal dog should fit neatly into its bun, sticking out by at most an inch on each end.
The New York-style hot dog I love has been around for well over a hundred years. According to Arthur Schwartz, author of "New York City Food" (Stewart, Tabori & Chang, 2004), in the 1870's a German immigrant named Charles Feltman opened his octagonal Ocean Pavilion beer garden on West 10th Street and Surf Avenue in Coney Island and sold frankfurters on buns by the thousands. Feltman had an employee, Nathan Handwerker, who, egged on by his famous friends Jimmy Durante and Eddie Cantor, opened a cheaper hot dog stand in 1916 that catered to the many poor and working-class people frequenting Coney Island."
Source:
It's All in How the Dog Is Served
By ED LEVINE
NYT, May 25, 2005
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/05/25/dining/25dogs.html
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George Barris' GTO
Way cool:
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Source: NYT
NYT:
"Mr. Barris's imagination is not frozen in the postwar hot-rod mind-set. After fans of the original Pontiac GTO complained about the bland styling of the revived version that General Motors began selling in 2004, Keith Crain, publisher and editor in chief of Automotive News, a trade paper, suggested that Mr. Barris could have done better. So the customizer turned out his own vision of the GTO, using a car provided by G.M., that was shown in March at the Amelia Island concours in Florida.
If not tangerine, the show car is at least burnt orange in color, and reflects contemporary customizing trends with doors that swing up to open. Mr. Barris imagined the GTO as it would have looked if annual model changes progressed since the 1970's in the classic Detroit mode. "The idea was to do the car as if it had been evolving all along," he said."
Barris also had a hand in a few other beauties at his site.
(See below for more photos)
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Source:
Updating the Tangerine-Flake Baby
PHIL PATTON
AUTONS ON MONDAY | DESIGN
Published: May 23, 2005
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/05/23/automobiles/23CARS.html?
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Other snaps
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The Hirohata Mercury, a seminal Barris custom.
Madonna’s Auburn from "Dick Tracy."
THE EMPEROR: WORLD'S MOST BEAUTIFUL ROADSTER
Cosma Ray: A 1968 Corvette custom styling concept by Barris Kustom City
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