SHE MAKES PALIN SEEM SANE

I like a good revolution now and again, but the one currently being loudly and hysterically espoused by Michelle Bachmann – a Republican Congresswoman from east-central Minnesota – needs to be avoided at all costs. I’m confident that this extreme-right loony will ultimately be laughed into derisive oblivion (and I’m doing my bit here to speed that plough) but let’s make no mistake that what she proposes is nothing short of a full-blown fascist theocracy, or that she’s playing to the conspiracy nuts who have deftly switched the authorship of mass arrests and FEMA deathcamps from Dick Cheney to Barack Obama. Here are some recent sayings of crazy Bachmann…

“I want people in Minnesota armed and dangerous on this issue of the energy tax because we need to fight back. Thomas Jefferson told us ‘having a revolution every now and then is a good thing,’ and the people – we the people – are going to have to fight back hard if we’re not going to lose our country. And I think this has the potential of changing the dynamic of freedom forever in the United States.”
"I’m a foreign correspondent on enemy lines and I try to let everyone back here in Minnesota know exactly the nefarious activities that are taking place in Washington."
“Science is on our side on this one, and the science indicates that human activity is not the cause of all this global warming. And that in fact, nature is the cause, with solar flares, etc.”
“The U.S. will soon be moving to give up the dollar as our currency and we would just go with a One World currency. Such action would mean the U.S. as a country would be no more.”

The secret word is Wingnut

PROLETARIAT PINUP #10

“Buy a girl a drink, and then remember the immortal words of Tom Joad. “I'll be all around in the dark - I'll be everywhere. Wherever you can look - wherever there's a fight, so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there. I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad. I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready, and when the people are eatin' the stuff they raise and livin' in the houses they build - I'll be there, too.’”

OUR WHACKY UNCLE BILL

Uncle Bill is late. Mr. Tesla reads a book by the light of his coil while he waits for Uncle Bill to arrive.

DANGEROUS MACHO

Doc40, being almost as chickenshit as much of the mainstream media, usually refrains from taking sides in the conflicts between Israel and its Islamic neighbors. Any debate tends to ultimately bog down in smokescreen accusations of anti-Semitism and worse. But when the Israeli army is running around in t-shirts like this, we have to comment. Israelis of good will really have to rein in these boyos before the macho gets homicidally out of hand. Questioning the actions of the Israeli military does not make me a Nazi and, right now, there would seem to be much to question.

The secret word is Accord

AS IF WE DIDN’T HAVE ENOUGH TO WORRY ABOUT

Our pal Joly provided this grim possibility of plasma balls…

“It is midnight on 22 September 2012 and the skies above Manhattan are filled with a flickering curtain of colourful light. Few New Yorkers have seen the aurora this far south but their fascination is short-lived. Within a few seconds, electric bulbs dim and flicker, then become unusually bright for a fleeting moment. Then all the lights in the state go out. Within 90 seconds, the entire eastern half of the US is without power.
A year later and millions of Americans are dead and the nation's infrastructure lies in tatters. The World Bank declares America a developing nation. Europe, Scandinavia, China and Japan are also struggling to recover from the same fateful event - a violent storm, 150 million kilometres away on the surface of the sun.” (For the full story and a video, click here.)

A VISUAL AID

This is a trillion bucks in hundreds. The little guy on the far left is a standard human. (Sent by Doug the Bass)

“This is a big ocean-liner. It's not a speedboat. It doesn't turn around immediately. But we're in a better, better place because of the decisions that we made.” – Barack Obama

IF THIS DOESN"T PUT YOU OFF TWITTER NOTHING WILL

Another visual aid supplied by our good friend Somegirl. Click here

The secret word is Timesuck

EQUESTRIENNE

“What do you mean an erotic fantasy? How dare you. Get out of my way!”

THE ADVENTURES OF MARILYN (Part 6)

In which Marilyn finds herself apprehended and subject to interrogation. Wishing a little Garbo-time to herself, she exited via the main-brane point of the multiverse convergence that was concealed behind the mirror in the Roosevelt Hotel, but instead of gin, Nembutal, and a long sleep, she was immediately surrounded by men in suits and ties, and ugly women with pads and pencils. She was hustled to a suite on the seventh floor, and pushed down into a low armchair. The questions came so thick and fast that she faltered and stopped even trying to supply these people with answers. “What do you want?”
“We want information.”
“Whose side are you on?”
“We want information.”
“Who are you?”
“The new Number 2.”
“Who is Number 1?”
“You are Number 6.” Marilyn recognized this game. ”I am not a number, I am a blonde goddess.”

SINCERE FLATTERY?

This is a New York cat called Johnny B. I don’t know if he’s stolen my act but he’s definitely stolen my look.

THERE WILL NOW BE A SHORT INTERMISSION

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The secret word is Pause

MY NAME IS JERRY LEE LEWIS FROM LOUISIANA/GONNA PLAY A LITTLE BOOGIE ON THIS HERE PIANO...

I’m a bit late in getting to it but our pal Jon wrote a killer bit on seeing Jerry Lee in Nashville.

“It was immediately apparent that Jerry Lee was completely out of his mind. A bunch of indignant looking family men with dependents in tow walked out when The Killer started raving about the size of Muddy Water's dick. I think the rest of us were slack jawed with astonishment at the depraved spectacle as it unfolded. The bass player was so drunk that he kept falling flat on his face with accompanying noises when his bass hit the floor. The "band" would then stop playing to rush over and prop him up. Finally they raised the curtain behind the stage so he could lean on the cinder block wall. Classy. Once he managed to stay upright it became apparent that he was not paying attention to anything that Jerry Lee was doing.” (Click here for the full wonder.)

I’d like to think the picture (lifted from Siblingshot) is the mugshot taken after Jerry Lee rammed the gates of Graceland with his car, blind drunk and screaming that Elvis should come out and face him, but maybe he was arrested in Memphis more than just that one time.

THOSE VICIOUS BLOODY CHRISTIANS AGAIN (and it is Sunday)

The Westboro Baptist Church, known for its many "God hates fags" protests at the funerals of gay men, is taking advantage of the death of actress Natasha Richardson for more hate propaganda promotion. The church intends to protest at Richardson's funeral because she supported research for treatment and cure of AIDS.

THE FAT CAT IS HAPPY

The fat cat is happy
The fat cat has money
The fat cat need not worry
But the fat cat cannot read
He doesn’t know they are bundles of singles.

The secret word is 436174617374726f70686520 (For decoding instructions see last Friday)