NORWAY?

Right now I can only repeat what I just posted on Facebook. The slaughter in Norway leaves me speechless. Norway? But then I recall the extremes of Norweigan death metal in the 1980s and I start to wonder. Also my distrust of lone psychotics begins to stir.

Steve Sparkes – RIP
Amy Winehouse – RIP

THEY REFUSE TO LEARN

The National Weather Service website reported "The dangerous heatwave continues across much of the central and eastern USA, with excessive heat and humidity expected to expand into the Ohio Valley and East Coast states for the remainder of the week," Authorities issued heat alerts for more than half the 50 states as a blanket of hot air smothered the country, leaving at least 20 people dead. The heatwave has left states from Texas to Michigan sweltering in temperatures above 100F (37C). Some cities have also been engulfed in smog. The heatwave is estimated to cover a million square miles, affecting 141 million Americans. And yet fools like this commenter on a MSNBC web report continue to spout their malignant nonsense.

“You know, there is a simple solution to this global warming stuff. If you want to believe it, go ahead and believe it. If you don't want to believe it, then don't believe it. As long as everyone acts on what they believe, then that's fine. Notice that those who don't believe it don't ask anything of those who do believe, but those who do believe try force their beliefs on those who don't and force the government to take more control over peoples' lives. That's why those who don't believe have come to realize that all this global warming stuff is just the new socialism.”

Click here for the rather obvious Martha

The secret word is Desperation

AND, IF THE HEAT WASN’T BAD ENOUGH, CATAPOCALYPSE DRAWS NEARER

(Life does go on.)

DON'T YOU MISS THE 20TH CENTURY?

YOU CAN’T BLAME ME, I WAS ONLY GIVING ORDERS

“I am far too gorgeous to the be thrown to the wolves and lesbians have crushes on me.”

On Tuesday I was gleeful. Murdoch and son, Rebekah the Red, and all the bent coppers and thralls of New Corp’s media Mordor were being held to account. The euphoria lasted for maybe 48 hours, and then I started asking myself what exactly had happened. The Murdochs had wafted in on a private plane, their black SUV motorcade had charged through London with arrogance of the untouchable, and they had faced a parliamentary inquisition. But the inquisition was one without rack or retribution. Tuesday was no day for an auto de fe, just a lone custard pie that the media treated like a crime against humanity. When it was all over they wafted out again and that was that.
And, in the course of their testimony, the Murdochs and Ms Brooks managed to do something that I found quite flabbergasting. They turned around the old Nazi Nuremburg defense – “You can’t blame me, I was only obeying orders.” Their scarcely believable excuse for wholesale corporate corruption and criminality was that it was all the work of underlings and they were too elevated in the ivory-power command structure of News Corp to know anything about it. – “You can’t blame me, I was only giving orders.” Even the devious Rebekah – while editor of both The Sun and The News of the World – had no idea of what was going on, and having just been arrested, was also taking the Brit equivalent of the 5th. “I want to be absolutely clear that as editor of News of the World I had no knowledge whatsoever of phone hacking in the case of Milly Dowler and her family, or in any other cases during my tenure.” She claimed had such unshakable trust in her reporters that she never asked for their sources. Which was arrant bullshit. You don’t have to have been a professional journalist to know that every editor wants to know every source on every story. You only have to have seen Jason Robards as Ben Bradlee in All The President’s Men. Remember this exchange?

Ben Bradlee: Bernstein, are you sure on this story?
Carl Bernstein: Absolutely.
Ben Bradlee: Woodward?
Carl Bernstein: I'm sure.
Ben Bradlee: I'm not. It still seems thin.
Howard Simons: Get another source.

I can only conclude that the bastards were lying in their teeth and no one has so far seriously called them on it.

Click here for The Who

The secret word is Slither

“I have nothing more to say.”

THE LETTER OF THE LAW

Our pal Stephen Saban at World of Wonder offers the following reports. (With sources.)

"Fact: There are no strip clubs in Tallahassee. So plan your vacation accordingly. But far raunchier than a strip club is this strip club-forbidding Part II Chapter 12 Article V Division 2 Section 12-139 (3) of the Tallahassee Code of Ordinances, which stipulates that "No person or entity maintaining, owning, or operating an establishment dealing in alcoholic beverages shall encourage, allow or permit any person to appear nude or to expose to public view his or her genitals, pubic area, vulva, anus, or any portion of the buttocks or simulation thereof. This section shall be violated if any portion of the buttocks is visible from any vantage point."

THE FROZDICK FAMILY

Raspberry Frozdick was a girl after my own heart.

WHEN SUBTLETY FAILS…

MY DOG’S GOT NO NOSE

A woman called Jackie Kaufman asks owners to send her moulds of their pooch or moggie's nose or paws so she can make them into fashionable jewelry and accessories. Using solid silver she turns these impressions it into a necklace, ring or even a belt buckle, which costs animal-lovers up to £320 per piece. (Click here for more if you really need to.)

Click here for Shep

The secret words are Cold and Moist

SWEET GENE VINCENT

I lifted this gem from our good pal Richard Metzger at Dangerous Minds. It’s a sad and poignant documentary on the last declining days of Gene Vincent. (You may need to scroll down a bit to find it). Click here.

FORGET VIDEO GAMES -- BLOW STUFF UP OR COOK METH!

MARILYN SEZ...

“I don’t usually say anything during the week, but will you please stop corrupting the world’s youth?”

(Image from DTA)

THIS BLOG IS STILL PROTECTED BY...

TELL IT TO THE WORKERS

The great con of capital v labour. This is the 1945 version, but it’s still going strong today. I fear this is all the Doc40 I can post right now. I’ve been engaged a long overdue overhaul of my electronics with the help of my goodbuddy Keiron.

Click here for Destroy All Monsters lifted from Jon Nelson

The secret word is Refurbish

THE BIRD IS THE WORD

(Supplied by our pal Wendy.)

WHO? ME?

“Before we go any farther, I would like to assure the committee that I am not – nor have ever been – a ruthless, unscrupulous, power-obsessed, lying whore.”  

SPECTATOR SPORT

As I watch the live-on-TV squirming of the Murdoch father and son, their sleazy minions, and cops-on-the-pad, (and the pie attack) all I need is snacks.

Click here for Elvis

The secret word is Hope

THE FROZDICK FAMILY

Buffalo Bob Frozdick never made it as big as John Merrick.

DON'T YOU MISS THE 20TH CENTURY?

SPACE OPERA (Comrades)

HAVE WE SEEN THIS MOVIE BEFORE?

I just posted the following on Facebook..."Over the weekend I indulged feline fantasies, but now Monday has come and the real world smells of toxic fraud. It’s a stench I recall as a teenager watching the Profumo scandal unravel, an ignominious banality progressively revealed as a labyrinth of corruption. The elite were brought down and nothing was ever the same again."

ALL THE FUTURES OF YESTERDAY

Ten days ago we watched Atlantis – the last space shuttle – take off. At the time I wrote, “is this the end of space exploration as we know it? Yes, I do miss the 20th century when I took acid and other men went to the moon. Once we had space ships. Now we have smart phones.” And now, just to rub salt in the wound here’s this NASA promo from the 1970s predicting we’d have space colonies by the year 2000. Click here and weep.

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The secret word is Failure

ACTION TRANSVESTITES?

If the question “cake or death” has no meaning for you, you may not see the point of this.

…WHEN THEY PRY IT FROM MY COLD DEAD FINGERS (Part 3)

GRATUITOUS JAGGER

(Are we establishing some kind of theme here while we wait and wonder if Rebekah Brooks will go to jail?)

SUNDAY BREAKFAST

I never considered I had much in common with Holly Golightly or even Truman Capote, aside from maybe knowing the words to “Moon River.” I’m now one hell of a long way from Tiffany’s, I’ve never had any inclination to stare at bling in a shop window, no matter how prestigious, and I quit smoking and wearing big sunglasses. I am not – nor ever have been – a euphemistic prostitute (although some might debate that) and I don’t seek a rich husband. Seemingly, though, Ms Golightly and I are both woken earlier than we want to be by demanding and wholly unreasonable ginger felines who want things. I have pointed out to Finn the cat that he is so much better treated than the Golightly furry companion. She didn’t even bother to give her unfortuate pal a name, misplaced him in the rain, and certainly didn’t buy him or her online catnip. To be fair, the online catnip maybe a part of the problem. Since it’s arrive Finn has been behaving with such reckless and energetic dementia that he even triggered a lively discussion on Facebook last night as to whether he required services of an exorcist. This engaged a range of cultural references that spanned H. P. Lovecraft to Fight Club, and, of course, the inevitability of Catapocalypse. Right now Finn sleeps (not in R'lyeh, thank heavens) but he will rise again. And want things.

Click here for Frank

The secret word is Miaow

AND TALKING OF H. P. LOVECRAFT…

MARILYN SEZ...

“There is something wistfully adorable about a man who is in total thrall to his pet.”

…WHEN THEY PRY IT FROM MY COLD DEAD FINGERS (Part 2)

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PLUG FOR A PAL