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This week in politics (so far)…

There’s too much going on in the world of politics for us to not take uno momento and give you a rundown of some of the most pressing news.

Jan Mantooth takes bite out of father’s campaign
“Only a shot of novacaine can save the Mantooth campaign at this point,” said an asshole.
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Rizzo pinched
Former Bell, CA city manager Robert Rizzo, who is currently facing multiple lawsuits and investigations after his nearly $800k per year salary became public knowledge, looks like this.

Basil Marceaux-Dot-Com running for Governor of Tennessee (again)

If you’re a Tennessean looking forward to gas for grass and bringing back phonics in schools: VOTE BASIL MARCEAUX www.basilmarceaux.com

Meg Whitman, this is all your fault

There is no reason stuff like this should happen.

Michael Jackson- Thriller vinyl record (mint cond.)
This vintage record was passed down from generation to generation in my family. I now have to sell them off in order to pay for funeral expenses for my infant daughter. All records are original and in excellent condition. For any further questions feel free to email me at billstimenow@yahoo.com. Thank you for your time.

“Bidding has ended for this item” with zero bids? Have you no shame, Mrs. Whitman? It is because of your policies and procedures this man will not be able to pay for his infant daughter’s funeral. And we all know there’s nothing sadder than a child-size casket (unless it was made for a midget who lived a full life). This man instilled hopes that my family heirloom Thriller LP might be able to fetch me a pretty penny on eBay. Now all my dreams are fade away. Thanks so much, Mrs. Whitman. You are not, and never will be, my governor.

Not to mention, your proclivity towards violence concerns me:

Whitman camp defends shoving incident

Meg Whitman’s campaign is defending the California gubernatorial candidate following a New York Times report alleging the Republican was involved in a 2007 shoving altercation with an employee while then serving as CEO of the auction website eBay.

“Meg is a serious, results-focused boss. A verbal dispute in a high-pressure working environment isn’t out of the ordinary,” Whitman campaign spokeswoman Sarah Pompei said…

Shoving your staff might have worked at eBay, but it’s not going to solve California’s budget crisis. Also, Whitman Camp is the worst camp. Yes, even worse than Bicycle Safety Camp.

All the Tasty Horses

Shocking news out of Los Angeles this month:

Federal authorities have charged a trendy Santa Monica sushi restaurant with serving whale meat — an investigation that was spurred by the team behind the Oscar-winning documentary, “The Cove.”

I am almost speechless. How barbaric. How morally, and digestively, repulsive.

Armed with a hidden camera, the two women captured the waitress serving them whale and horse meat and identifying them as such, a federal criminal complaint said.

Unbelievable. I mean, I cannot – hold up.

A receipt from the restaurant at the end of the meal identified their selection as “whale” and “horse” with the cost — $85 — written next to them.

Wait, wait just a second.

The sei is found throughout the world’s oceans.

Whalers began to hunt them after the population of blue and in whales declined due to overfishing.

Is it just me, or are we galloping over a crucial part of the story here? I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me. I mean, whales are highly intelligent mammals – oh, right.

Well, I guess it’s not like eating horse meat is illegal or anything.

The law puts horses (including ponies), donkeys and mules under the same pet classification as dogs and cats.

Okay.

Journal of Paranormal Phenomena, local edition

Date: Friday, December 4, 2009

Time: 9:00 AM approx.

Place: Orange Coast College Recycling Center, Costa Mesa, Calif.

Incident Report:

A white Dodge Ram pickup parks. A burly man steps out. He is Caucasian, in his late 30s, bearded, wearing a baseball cap, athletic team t-shirt, and shorts. He brings out two large Dell Computer boxes.

An attendant takes the boxes from the man, notices Styrofoam blocks inside, and takes the blocks out. He returns them to the man, saying, “We don’t recycle Styrofoam.”

Paranormal Incident #1: The burly man, in an agitated state, shouts, “HOW ABOUT I LEAVE MY PHONE NUMBER AND IF YOUR SUPERVISOR HAS A PROBLEM, HE CAN CALL ME.”

The attendant says something inaudible. It does not appear to sit well with the burly man, who kicks the boxes aside, throws the Styrofoam into the back of his pickup, and shouts again…

Paranormal Incident #2: “I SPEND THOUSANDS OF FUCKING DOLLARS HERE.”

Analysis:

Three key events stand out in the narrative:

1) A recycling center attendant refuses to accept pieces of Styrofoam.

2) The man who brought the cardboard boxes containing the Styrofoam offers the attendant his phone number.

3) Faced with the attendant’s continued refusal to take his Styrofoam, the man protests that he has spent “thousands of dollars” at the recycling center.

Event #1 is perhaps puzzling but can be explained within the bounds of known logic and science. Events #2 and #3 represent substantive departures from reality as we understand it.

Theories

a) The man, suffering from a recent head injury, has confused his surroundings, thinking he is still at the Dell Computer store and arguing over a matter of commerce with a sales associate.

b) The man and the attendant, representing foreign governments or domestic security services in a covert capacity, are engaged in an elaborate code language rendered indecipherable to passersby.

c) For a brief moment on the morning of Friday December 4, 2009, the Orange Coast College Recycling Center hosted a breach in the time-space continuum between the known world and an alternate universe, where offering a phone number results in someone accepting your trash, and it is possible to spend significant amounts of money at a place of waste disposal.

Nokia … I am disappoint

nokia-disappointDell customer service, this is Pancheco speaking, how can I help you today?

Hola, Dell CU, how ya goin’ today? All right, I’ll cut the niceties short and just ask … where the fuck is my phone?

Okay, I’d be happy to help you with that. Actually, could you please elaborate for me?

Sure thing, carnal. I placed a pre-order for the Nokia N900 on November 5th and I was told on the 11th that they would be shipping, yet my status still says it hasn’t been shipped and I should expect it by 12/10.

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LinkedIn corrections

I regret any confusion that may have been caused by inaccuracies in my LinkedIn professional profile.

There a few particular misrepresentations I’d like to clear the air about.

  • The role of “Senior VP-Patriotism & Getting Things Done” does not exist at my current place of employment, nor was I promoted to it.
  • I was not responsible for an integrated tourism campaign for King of Prussia, Pennsylvania. To my knowledge, “King of Prussia: Where you’re the king of King of Prussia” is not the official motto of King of Prussia.
  • The late Charles Bronson of Death Wish movies was not a colleague of mine at any time, before or after his passing in 2003.
  • I did not deliver the keynote speech at this summer’s “Emergenting of The New Medias” conference. The conference itself, and the town of 2.0, Utah, in which it was purportedly held, are fictitious.
  • Although I was briefly employed in a sales capacity with Time Warner Cable, my efforts in that position did not result in a 20% decrease in meteors.

Thank you. I look forward to further discussing opportunities with your company.

The nerve of some people

fat-black-metalI was on such a high after my band played our first big show the other night. Of course, someone had to come along and try to ruin everything.

Post-obliterating set, we left the stage and gave each other high fives before mixing it up with the crowd. Since I drank about a gallon of water and washed it down with a couple of beers while I was on stage, it wasn’t long before I had to visit the little boys’ room. As I made my way to the restroom I noticed this exceptionally beautiful girl following closely behind me. I figured she was making her way to the women’s room. No big deal. Just as I was pushing open the men’s room door, the girl grabbed my studded leather belt, looked straight into my eyes and asked, “you need a hand with that?”

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FritLandia: Wrath of the Cheeto King

Blackened Cheeto LumpHello, Frito Lay Quality Assurance, this is Matthias, how can I help you today?
 
Hey Frito Lay QA, how you guy’s goin’?
 
Um, I’m going pretty well, thanks. Is there something I can help you out with today, sir?

 
Great. Well, I was just wondering how it was doing up in the QA department lately.
 
Er, It’s doing pretty well. I appreciate your concern. Is there anything else I can help you with?
 
Well, yeah.
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