It takes a disaster of Biblical proportions to get me out of blogging-retirement, but here I am. Thanks to Preston for allowing me to use his space here. Some other time I might explain my absence to those who care to hear it, but in the meantime, I have had some thoughts on Katrina. (This may have been said elsewhere a hundred times already, but I wouldn’t know; I got rid of cable eight months ago and get my news in five minute bursts these days.)
If you’re in the Knoxville area, it would be advisable to go ahead and fill up your vehicle. I have received word from a reliable source that things will be getting worse before they get better – particularly for the East Tennessee area – in regards to gas prices and supplies.
Driving home tonight (10:30 ET), average gas price going through west Knoxville was $3.09. Mrs. Holmes paid $2.59 just this morning. You can’t convince me that no gouging is going on.
Feelin’ guilty? Guilty of bein’ white? I know how you feel. Sometimes I’ll get up in the morning, look in the mirror and remember I’m nothin’ but a white-bread cracker-ass cracker. Then I throw up in the sink.
Tha Pumpsta hops onto the crowded dance floor of guys in big T-shirts dangling from slight frames and ladies in short skirts and tasseled boots.
“Kill whitey!” yells Tha Pumpsta into the microphone as he bounces to the beat. “What . . . gonna . . . do dance . . .” he raps to the beat. “Kill whitey!”
The kid by the bar busts out with a break-dancing move. Women drop their booties and the guys slide in close. Tha Pumpsta struts around in an all-white outfit from his headband to his high tops, shouting it again: ” Kill whitey!”
Tha Pumpsta, who happens be white, has built a following in the past few years by staging monthly “Kill Whitie” parties in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, for large groups of white hipsters. His proclaimed goal, in between spinning booty-bass, Miami-style frenetically danceable hip-hop records that are low on lyrical depth and high on raunchiness, is to “kill the whiteness inside.”
If there’s one thing I need more than anything else, it’s to kill my inner cracker. I wonder if I should use a 9 mm or a .40 cal.
But that’s not all… I believe I’ve finally found music that speaks to my inner rapper. You know… the one that is being repressed by my inner cracker. It’s all the bad-ass artists at Crunkland Records. Sure, you may not have heard of them, but I’m sure you’ve heard their music blasting out of the low-rider Honda Civics pulling up next to you in the ‘hood.
Take for example, BCG. He apparently killed his inner whitey a long time ago, and he can’t be tamed.
And don’t forget the rest of the Crunkland family – they’ve all killed their inner whitey as well. Good for them.
Well, now I have to go and pimp my ride and what-not. Keep it ri-zeal, biatches.
Well, I was dead wrong about Katrina not wreaking catastrophic havoc in the Gulf. I’ve finally gotten a chance to actually sit and see some of the news coverage – as well as check some of it out on the net – and it is truly horrific. Michelle Malkin has a great round-up of links, stories and photos. Just scroll and read it all.
Martial law, prison riots with child hostages, bodies floating in the water, people trapped in their attics by flood waters, at least hundreds dead – now an evacuation of the city is mandatory because another levy is about to go, resulting in a possible 15 more feet of water.
And of course, there are the usual egg-sucking dogs taking advantage of the situation with the predictable looting.
One man, who had about 10 pairs of jeans draped over his left arm, was asked if he was salvaging things from his store.
“No,” the man shouted, “that’s EVERYBODY’S store.”
Looters filled industrial-sized garbage cans with clothing and jewelry and floated them down the street on bits of plywood and insulation as National Guard lumbered by.
Mike Franklin stood on the trolley tracks and watched the spectacle unfold.
“To be honest with you, people who are oppressed all their lives, man, it’s an opportunity to get back at society,” he said.
A man walked down Canal Street with a pallet of food on his head. His wife, who refused to give her name, insisted they weren’t stealing from the nearby Winn-Dixie supermarket. “It’s about survival right now,” she said as she held a plastic bag full of purloined items. “We got to feed our children. I’ve got eight grandchildren to feed.”
If there was only a way to get all the decent people out before the remaining dam breaks and leave the looters and rioters in the city.
No matter. I’m hoping that the stories of good people getting rescued will vastly outnumber the stories of rioting and looting, but you know me, I’m an optimist.
Now would be a good time to make a donation to the American Red Cross if you’ve got the means and the motivation. Sure, we probably won’t see a whole lot of help rolling in from Thailand or Sri Lanka, but we didn’t really expect it. At least Germany is pitching in… with blithering idiocy – fuck you in the nose, Germany.
In what can only be described as Ã¢â‚¬Å“a death knellÃ¢â‚¬? to the Legalize It movement, Art Garfunkel, exactly one half of the Simon & Garfunkel duo, was arrested today on a felony charge of Living Up To A Stereotype with an aggravating charge of doing so In A Stereotypical Place. Ã¢â‚¬Å“The GarfÃ¢â‚¬?, as he is known to his friends, was no match for the genetically enhanced narcoagents of Woodstock, NY who were quick to use their x-ray vision and canine-like sense of smell to foil The Garf’s deceptive Ã¢â‚¬Å“roach in the ashtrayÃ¢â‚¬? ruse.
Former Drug Czar Barry McCaffrey was quick to report the good news to the press:
The dog and (one-trick) pony show that is The Cindy Sheehan Experience. And for your jewhating pleasure, now with 100% more Al Sharpton.
From Crawford to Crown Heights! Next stop: Freddie’s Fashion Mart you dirty diamond merchant interlopers!
With special guest R. Kelly performing his Crawford-In-A-Closet Remix of Ã¢â‚¬Å“I Wanna Piss On Ya, TawanaÃ¢â‚¬?.
But just a few minutes later, she emerged from the trailer, smiling, and performing for the cameras. Like the chicken at the local carnival that plays tic tac toe, she eagerly performs for any microphone. She is relentless, and professional, well financed and on message.
And the message is Ã¢â‚¬Å“All things bad are AmericaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s fault.”
No surprise there.
(apologies to Smantix for adding to his post, but this one is related….)
You’ll be either pleased or disheartened to learn that Smantix will be hanging around a while. His sinister sense of humor and quick wit pleases me. And from some of your e-mails, you feel the same. I’m sure he’ll eventually get sick of this place, but hopefully he’ll stick around.
Katrina didn’t annihilate New Orleans as originally promised by the CableNewsHypeMachines™, and that’s a good thing. There is still plenty of damage and we’re all going to be paying through the nose for the cleanup through inflated insurance premiums. Plenty of storm photos at Fox News.
The U.S. Open started today. Nashville’s own Brian Baker pulled off the upset of the day by knocking off 9th seed Gaston Gaudio in straight sets. It’s nice to see a Tennessee boy making good on the sport’s biggest stage.
In other news, another rap thug got shot at an awards show. Big fucking deal. The real tragedy is that the shooter had pathetic aim. Apparently, police are baffled and have still made no arrests in the case. Surely they’re not expecting help from a culture that wears Stop Snitchin’ t-shirts as a badge of honor.
That’s it for this random batch of stuff. Stay tuned.
President Junior just appeared on Fox News. He wanted to let us all know that Hurricane Katrina is a “Hurricane of Peace”. No need to worry. It’s a peaceful hurricane. You know, like that “religion of peace” he’s always talking about. No need to fret. I always feel so much better when he lets me know the score.
Especially those who aren’t going to get out in time to avoid Katrina.
If you’re the praying type, this would be a good time to say one for the people of the Gulf Coast. I realize that a lot of you are Godless heathens, so you can do whatever it is you do – get out the voodoo candles and slaughter a chicken, perhaps.
If you’ll look down my left sidebar, you’ll find the blogroll for the Alliance of Free Blogs. It’s really quite an organization.
Anyway, you’ll notice that Annika’s Journal is sitting right on top of Six Meat Buffet. Needless to say, this is a dream come true for me. Please don’t tell Mrs. Holmes.
Has anything changed in this country since September 11th? And what I mean by that is, would our leaders do anything different now to prevent another attack on the US with the benefit of hindsight?
Imagine the headlines. Dateline September 11, 2001. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Racial Bias in the Mohammed Atta Case?Ã¢â‚¬? Sadly, it appears that a lot more people are going to have to die in our country’s life and death struggle with political correctness.
In Washington, officials are tight-lipped about Titan Rain, insisting all details of the case are classified. But high-level officials at three agencies told TIME the penetration is considered serious. A federal law-enforcement official familiar with the investigation says the FBI is “aggressively” pursuing the possibility that the Chinese government is behind the attacks. Yet they all caution that they don’t yet know whether the spying is official, a private-sector job or the work of many independent, unrelated hands. The law-enforcement source says China has not been cooperating with U.S. investigations of Titan Rain. China’s State Council Information Office, speaking for the government, told TIME the charges about cyberspying and Titan Rain are “totally groundless, irresponsible and unworthy of refute.”
Despite the official U.S. silence, several government analysts who protect the networks at military, nuclear-lab and defense- contractor facilities tell TIME that Titan Rain is thought to rank among the most pervasive cyberespionage threats that U.S. computer networks have ever faced. TIME has obtained documents showing that since 2003, the hackers, eager to access American know-how, have compromised secure networks ranging from the Redstone Arsenal military base to nasa to the World Bank.
It is now common knowledge that September 11th happened because Ã¢â‚¬Å“a wallÃ¢â‚¬? had been placed between intelligence gathering communities by September 11th Commission member Jamie Gorelick who prior to appointment on that august Commission was Bill Clinton’s Deputy Attorney General serving under Attorney General Stonewall Reno. This Ã¢â‚¬Å“wallÃ¢â‚¬? went Ã¢â‚¬Å“beyond what was legally requiredÃ¢â‚¬? to keep intelligence agencies from working with criminal investigators. And when the people who are in charge of intelligence aren’t allowed to act on that intelligence, thousands of people get murderered by foreign nationals.
Unsurprisingly, the same people who can extrapolate that the word Ã¢â‚¬Å“fixedÃ¢â‚¬? in the so-called Downing Street Memo can undermine the entire invasion of Iraq have extreme difficulty in understanding how Bill Clinton’s (and former presidential hopeful John Kerry’s) White House National Security Adviser Sandy Berglar shoving subpoenaed 9/11 Memos marked Ã¢â‚¬Å“classifedÃ¢â‚¬?, Ã¢â‚¬Å“originalÃ¢â‚¬?, and Ã¢â‚¬Å“DO NOT REMOVEÃ¢â‚¬? into his pants is anything short of treason.
Enter stage left: New Mexico Governor Bill Richardson. 2008 Democratic Presidential hopeful. Clinton’s Energy Secretary. Enabler of Wen Ho Lee and the Raiders of the Los Alamos. When The Cox Report was issued in 1999 detailing China’s ongoing espionage against the US, here is what Bill Richardson had to say:
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I will not respond to reporters who ask me for the number of Asian Americans or the number of foreign-born scientists at Los Alamos or in my department.Ã¢â‚¬? Richardson added. Ã¢â‚¬Å“This is discrimination, and it will not be tolerated.Ã¢â‚¬?
He continued: Ã¢â‚¬Å“We will do all we can to make sure that allegations about espionage so far directed against one individual will not be used to impact the careers of other Asian Americans.Ã¢â‚¬?
Forbid that a foreign national’s career may have to go through a more intensive background check to keep China from having our nuclear secrets. But this isn’t Richardson’s only foray into dangerous PC doublespeak BS. Most recently, some people praised Richardson for taking a tough stand on immigration. But here is just a little perspective on Border Czar Bill:
In New Mexico, Gov. Richardson has done much the same thing. He now blasts the federal government for not showing Ã¢â‚¬Å“the commitment or the leadership to deal with border issues.Ã¢â‚¬? He is demanding that officials on the Mexican side bulldoze an abandoned town on the border that serves Ã¢â‚¬Å“as a staging area for illegal drugs and illegal aliens.Ã¢â‚¬? But Mr. Richardson sang a different tune in late 2003, when he showed up at a rally for the Ã¢â‚¬Å“Immigrant Workers Freedom RideÃ¢â‚¬? and told them, “Ã‚Â¡Viva la raza! Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ Thank you for coming to Santa Fe. Know that New Mexico is your home. We will protect you. You have rights here.Ã¢â‚¬?
Ã‚Â¡Viva la raza! indeed. You MEChA-speak racebaiting traitor.
Richardson is the Democrat’s stalking horse candidate to neutralize the Hispanic vote and add gravitas to a rudderless party. Let’s make sure this one stays in the stable before he turns the entire country into New Mexico and sells out our national security for some more illegal Chinese campaign contributions.
This is great stuff. U.S. puts aside it’s military political correctness long enough to flatten a house filled with islamofascists.
Coalition ground forces were alerted by local residents that a number of members of the terror group Al-Qaida in Iraq had gathered in an abandoned building northeast of Husaybah, near the Syrian border about 200 miles west of Baghdad.
The group is led by Abu Musab Al-Zarqawi, the second most-wanted terrorist on the U.S. list after al-Qaida leader Osama bin Laden.
“Iraqi citizens reported that approximately 50 terrorists were in the building at the time of the airstrike” which occurred at 4:40 p.m., the statement said.
The “known terrorist safe house” was destroyed by Marine F-18D Hornets using a combination of precision-guided bombs and rockets, it said. There were no immediate reports of the number of casualties inflicted by the attack.
There’s nothing better than a house full of Cindy’s “freedom fighters” getting turned into smoldering gooey rubble.
Venezuelan President for Life, Hugo Chavez, has finally lived out his childhood dream of being able to save enough money to meet the Reverend Je$$e Jackson.
“Now I know I’ve finally made it!”, bragged Chavez during his weekly six-hour television show ‘Hello, President’. “Arafat, Gadhafi, Aristide – the Greats – I don’t care who you are, you’re just a two-bit, fucking clown in a paramilitary outfit until you meet the Reverend.”
President Chavez then led the Reverend to a meeting with some of his staff secretaries where Jackson charmed the ladies with some of his trademark rhymes:
“Ass, Gas, or Grass. Baby, nobody rides for free.”
Dr. Shackleford is bringing it long and strong with the Rosary of the Left: Hail Cindy Sheehan, full of grace…
I believe in Gaia, the Mother, who is the Spirit of earth; and in Casey, Her only Son, our fallen Lord; Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Lesbian Union of Gaia and Cindy, suffered under George W. Bush, was shot, died, and was buried. Mother Sheehan descended into Crawford, Texas; the third day she went back to California, only to reappear in Crawford. She will ascend into heaven, and sit at the right hand of The Great Universal Spirit or Spirits (choose gender and number), the Almighty; from thence She shall come to judge the living and the dead. I believe in Noam Chomsky, the Holy Univerity Curriculum, the communion of all anti-establishment forces, the forgiveness of every one, especially those who don’t change their ways, and the inevetable coming of the Communist Utopia. Amen.
When Rusty brings the funny, he brings the funny in a big fat duffel bag.
In semi-related news, Eric from Vince Aut Morire has opened two new Cafe Press shops – the Happy Kafir and Vinnie’s Kennel. Go buy some of his overpriced shit before Cafe Press realizes his shop is not exclusively selling anti-Bush gear and shuts him down.
As was alluded to earlier in the evening by Smantix, some of Seattle’s finest street thugs beat the shit out of some of our soldiers who had recently returned from Iraq.
They didn’t get very far. The three suspects ran after them and began attacking the two men — two soldiers who’d come home from the war.
The graphic videotape shows both victims getting beaten over and over again, and then after one of the victims loses consciousness, a suspect starts stomping on his head.
Seattle police are looking for assistance in identifying them. Here are their hideous mugs (via Wuzzadem):
If you have any info on these chunks of human debris, contact the Seattle P.D. Better yet, if you can get away with it, waste ‘em. You’ll be doing society a favor, guaranteed.
Rob at Say Anything (using his detective skills, no doubt) has a whole lot more on this story.
(via Jawa Central)
I heard this story on talk radio earlier in the week. I thought it was too good to be true – Cindy Sheehan, the Ditch Bitch – calling the terrorists in Iraq “freedom fighters”. I thought to myself – no way did she actually say that.
Well, now I’ve seen it with my own eyes at Sweetness and Light.
The Ditch Bitch was being interviewed by CBS reporter Mark Knoller and let it all hang out:
Cindy Sheehan: No, because itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not true. Iraq was no threat to the United States of America until we invaded. Iraq was not involved in 9/11. Iraq was not a terrorist state.
But now that we have decimated the country, the borders are open. Freedom Fighters from other countries are going in. And they have created more terrorism by going into an Islamic country, devastating the country and killing innocent people in that country.
Terrorism is growing. And people who never thought of being car bombers, suicide bombers are now doing it because they want the United States of America out of their country.
It sounds outrageous, but watch the video.
Seems to me, Cindy, since these are freedom fighters, not only do you owe President Bush an apology, you should thank him for allowing your son to be sacrificed for the good of the Saudi, Syrian and Iranian freedom fighters who have infested Iraq like so many islamic cockroaches.
This is an excellent case study into the mental illness that is the left in America today. If you are willing to use your own son’s death as a tool to promote the anti-American agenda of Moveon.Org and People for the anti-American Way, you are beyond mentally ill. And the best part? This is the Old Media’s standard bearer! This is their heroine!
The Ditch Bitch may be the best thing to come along in years, in terms of exposing the left and the Old Media’s rabid, frothing desire to find the silver bullet to take down the “world’s biggest terrorist,” George Bush. It would be a hell of a lot funnier if it weren’t bought hook, line and sinker by so many of the cretins in America’s great nauseous moderate underbelly.
Our armed forces have faced a long, hard slog in their brutal and immoral effort to occupy of The United States of America. After an impressive march to Baghdad, US troops were not prepared for their homecoming, having been lied to by an administration that finds itself increasingly at odds with American Liberals as to whether we should “Bring Our Troops Home” or not.
Be they Iraq veterans looking for a night on the town, Thugs of the nefarious American Legion, or even injured Ã¢â‚¬Å“oil copsÃ¢â‚¬? recovering at The Sisters of Bloody Mercenaries Hospital, American soldiers have been sent back onto the streets without the necessary armor or vehicles equipped for these roadside clashes. Code Pinko protesters outside of Walter Reed Hospital sought to encourage support for the injured oil cops with such inspirational signage as Ã¢â‚¬Å“Maimed for LiesÃ¢â‚¬? and Ã¢â‚¬Å“Enlist here and die for HalliburtonÃ¢â‚¬?. But it wasn’t all just cheerleading. Some of the protesters took a Ã¢â‚¬Å“tough loveÃ¢â‚¬? approach to the recovering mercenaries by mocking them with rows of funeral caskets during visitation hours for their families.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“If that doesn’t inspire them to get out of that wheelchair and strangle me till piss runs down both of my legs I don’t know what will!Ã¢â‚¬?, laughed Code Pinko organizer and Nobel Peace Prize candidate Medea Benjamin.
Unconfirmed reports on the scene indicated police had to tear gas protesters who began furiously masturbating to photos of flag-draped coffins.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I’ve never seen anything like it.Ã¢â‚¬?, said one officer who spoke to our sources under the condition of anonymity. Ã¢â‚¬Å“This is quite possibly the biggest bunch of fucking jackoffs I have ever seen. Or jill-offs as the case may be.Ã¢â‚¬?
Against the rising tide of insurgent violence, 60% of Americans are questioning their faith in the two-party system and wondering how long it will be until President Bush can devise an exit strategy. For the 3rd straight day, President Bush has refused to set a timetable for withdrawal of American forces from al-Seattle, the People’s District of Columbia and Kalifornistan, saying Ã¢â‚¬Å“that would only embolden the terroristsÃ¢â‚¬?.
It’s good to finally see real people come up with real solutions to our global terrorism problem. Like this well constructed solution from actress/whore Tara Reid:
SAMY: In Monaco we are safe! No problems!
TARA: [agreeably] Nothing happens in this country!
Cuz… you know…. mean people suck…. and all that… oh, and free Tibet, man……
Note to terrorists: consider Monaco for your next assault on western civilization. Because “nothing happens” in that country! Sounds like they could use some excitement. Well, something more exciting than Tara’s plastic knockers bouncing from club to club.
H/T Eric & Jeff
It’s always the last place you look.
And speaking of last places you’d look for somebody, Michael Moore is hiding out at fat camp.
Hat tip: Moore Watch
Brock Peters died today. He was the actor who played the role of an innocent cocoa delight who the poh-poh kept perpetratin’ against in To Kill A Mockingbird. In the movie, Peters’ character was represented by the majestically vanilla and altruistic lawyer Atticus Finch, who has served as the epitome of what every liberal attorney longs to be.
Which unfortunately brings us back to Cindy Sheehan.
Sheehan infamously called convicted terrorist lawyer Lynne Stewart her Ã¢â‚¬Å“Atticus FinchÃ¢â‚¬?. Being white is about the only thing this sick bitch has in common with Peck’s character. Luckily her client, Blind Sheikh Omar Abdul Rahman was convicted due to overwhelming evidence and a unique defense that Stewart employed:
This is Cindy Sheehan’s Ã¢â‚¬Å“Atticus FinchÃ¢â‚¬?. Like fighting for justice for the innocently accused against the background of the Jim Crow South is the same thing as defending a dead to rights murderer who was also responsible for passing orders to his terrorist cell that led to the deaths of 58 tourists at the Luxor Hotel in Egypt from the confines of his prison cell in 1997.
There are a thousand cameras on this twobagger Ditch Bitch. When is someone going to call her on the racist, bullshit stump speech she’s been phoning in since last year?
She’s accused her son and every other serviceman of being part of an Ã¢â‚¬Å“inhumane slaughterÃ¢â‚¬?. She’s pimping for Syria and Iran to have nuclear weapons. She said we are engaging in nuclear war against Iraq. She calls the terrorists in Iraq Ã¢â‚¬Å“freedom fightersÃ¢â‚¬?. Israel is occupying Palestine and that Bush let 9/11 happen for the Jews. And Lynne Stewart is her Atticus Finch.
She quit her job. Failed as a wife. Failed as a mother. And by leaving her own mother in the lurch after a stroke, she is now a failure as a daughter. And all to be a useful idiot for MoveOn and Arianna Huffinglue and whore it up for the cameras. I guess if Arianna’s perfume is so strong that it can lure Michael Huffington away from dicks for a while that poor old Mr. Sheehan could not compete.
HEY Y’ALL IT’S SADIE LOU AGAIN!!! I JUST THOUGHT ID SHARE MAH WEDDIN PITCHER WITH EVERYONE….
Yeah, I said broads. I’m feeling like Mel Sharples today. So sue me. On second thought, don’t.
Couldn’t resist this one, mainly because it’s one of my pet peeves as well. Debbie Schlussel takes a look at the politically correct phenomenon of women broadcasters calling football games.
But for the rest of us–who don’t like in-your-face feminism inserted into every crevice of life, watch real football on many other choices elsewhere. Even the mundane John Madden is better than this.
The majority of football fans are men, and they don’t want to hear Gloria Steinem, Betty Friedan, or even Beth Mowins annoying them during their one escape from reality. They’d turn it off faster than they did Dennis Miller.
Keep them on WNBA games where their feminist fans will have to endure it. Keep football games for the real professionals. In the case of football games, they are MEN.
It’s no wonder she’s one of my biggest crushes.
ITS SADIE LOU!!! PRESTON MARIE WUZ NICE ENUFF TO LEND ME HIS SPARE KEYS TO BLAWG WHILE MAH MUNU BLAWG IS DOWN. WHEN I SAY DOWN, I DON’T MEAN DOWN IN A GOOD WAY. KNOW WHAT I MEAN???
PRESTON WUZ TALKIN ABOUT WHITE TRASH KNOCKUPS IN REEGARD TO MIZ COURTNEY LUV. WELL I GOT ONE TOO FER YA:
HOWS ABOUT THAT PARIS HILTON? THATS PURTY DAMN QUICK TO BE SO PREGGERS…I DUNNO ABOUT YOU, BUT BIGGER AIN’T NECESSARILY ALWAYS BETTER, AND FASTER DEFINITELY AIN’T A GOOD WAY TO GO EITHER. BIGGER + FASTER = HAW HAW!!!
OH bASIL IS TAKKIN OPEN TRACKBACKS FOR MUNU REFUGEES TO SAY WERE THERE AT TOODAY!!!
BE BACK LATER YALL!!!
A little housekeeping here at the Buffet. For the rest of the week, I’ll be in and out of touch and probably not blogging much. One of my regular commenters and Nashville curmudgeon, Smantix, has been given the keys to the blog and will be throwing up a guest post or two during this time. He’s been given instructions to either blog a lot, a little or not at all. Whatever he feels like doing, really. Smantix doesn’t have his own blog, but he did have a stretch as a guest blogger at Nashville Files earlier in the summer and did a great job.
This is a first here at the Buffet, so I urge you, dear reader, to embrace Smantix with the same level of uneasy discomfort that you do me. If he’s lucky, maybe he’ll be fortunate enough to take some heat from one of our Eur0SocialistSurrenderTrolls. Or if he’s really lucky, maybe he’ll get felt up by Feisty while he’s here. Welcome aboard, Smantix!
In other blog-related news, the mu.nu blogs are down. This has impacted some of my favorites (My Pet Jawa, Ace, Fortnights, Annika). Rusty just reminded me that there is a backup Jawa here: My Pet Jawa backup site. Beth at MyVRWC has an open invite to mu.nu bloggers to post there as well. Hopefully mu.nu will be back up and running soon.
Looks like Sadie Lou (from Fistful of Fortnights), who has been drinking all morning, may be throwing up some guest posts as well. So look out.
Love has confirmed that she is expecting Coogan’s child following a torrid two-week affair last month, reports the newspaper News Of The World.
She says, “Yes, I am pregnant with Steve’s baby, but I’d rather not talk about our relationship.”
Sadly, Love has already reproduced once. The terrifying thought that her genetics may be carried on by yet another human being is, at best, frightening.
The Hollywood News sheds a little more light on the relationship.
A source at the paper said, “It was literally non-stop sex. Courtney described Steve as ‘a f**king sex addict’ and said he had a major substance problem.”
“He admitted to seeing seven other women as well as Courtney but he told her he wasn’t in love with any of them – he was falling in love with her.”
And what heterosexual male could resist falling for Courtney? My knees turn to rubber just thinking about her feminine beauty…
Here are your White Trash Wednesday bloggers….