thoughts from an empty head

It was very cold in Albuquerque today.

Waiting to Feel My Toes Again

And we can expect more of the same tomorrow.

Barely enough time to thaw out my toes.

I’m sorry, but I’m still laughing over this.

Couple of things:

* Way to protect your principal, Secret Service. Geez, I thought it was just the voters who didn’t like Dubya anymore. If they had moved any slower, dude could have taken off his belt and horse-whipped Bush.

* Apparently, showing someone the sole of your foot or shoe is a really nasty insult in the Arab world. What a coincidence - heaving shoes at people ain’t too cool in my culture or just about anyone else’s culture, either.

* I’ve been seeing quite a few people on FriendFeed getting rather agitated about this incident, saying that this was nothing to laugh at and wasn’t at all funny. To which I say: BWAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!!! Are you kidding me? This was comedy gold, man - the perfect symbolic end to a compete waste of lives and time. And in case you’re wondering why I can say that with complete confidence: (a) it was only a pair of shoes, (b) no one was seriously hurt and (c) please see the first item above.

Because, seriously, let’s put ourselves in Muntazer al-Zaidi’s place. Here’s a guy whose country gets invaded on flimsy excuses by a chest-thumping imbecile’s army, a fool who insists on telling the whole world that he was doing it to stem the tide of terrorism and bring freedom and democracy to your land. Said fool blows up your country, screws up your infrastructure, gets your friends and neighbors killed, puts your country’s future in the hands of thieves and brigands, and then goes around telling everyone who will listen what a wonderful job he’s done bringing your country along the path to freedom.

Meanwhile, you’ve got no electricity, no clean water, food is scarce, shootings are all too common, your wife and daughters can’t go out in public anymore, your sons are being pressured into blowing themselves up for terrorists, and if you try to complain to the police, you end up dead in a ditch with power-drill holes in your neck and temple.

After all that, the SOB who broke everything in your life has the temerity to give a good-bye tour to your country, proclaiming what a great job he did. And you get to have a front-row seat at this shindig.

What would you have done?

Given how much of the world feels about him, Bush is lucky that all he got was a face full of shoe.

So, Marvel is gearing up for a Thor movie. There’s even talk of the dude from JOURNEYMAN showing up as either the Thunder God or his human host, Dr. Donald Blake.

I sure hope they find someone good to play Thor. And, just in case they need an idea who best to play the Son of Odin, allow me to present this offering of Nordic derring-do.

If the makers of THOR can’t find someone of Vladimir Kulich’s caliber, then they might as well hang it up.

Wolf Blitzer
The Situation Room

Hey, Wolf:

Thanks for the heads-up on my previously untold riches.

Oh, my naivety! If I had only known that such wealth was available to me once I counted my health benefits! Why, the bounty that would have been mine! I shrive myself over my financial ignorance. Why, I could have cut checks to all of those pesky utilities years ago.

Then again, I guess this journalism thing is so much simpler once you start parroting everyone else’s tired anti-union talking points, right? Sure beats having to tell those advertisers that it’s their own stupid fault that no one wants to buy their half-assed products anymore.

Anyway, off to Bermuda now. See you in the Situation Room, Whiskers.

Regards,

Steven Perez
Observer and raconteur, thoughts from an empty head

daft punk, technologic
the chemical brothers, galvanize
yelle, Je veux te voir
polarkreis 18, allein allein
digitalism, digitalism in cairo
boards of canada, turquoise hexagon sun
the postal service, nothing better
moby, porcelain
goldfrapp, strict machine
the ting tings, shut up and let me go

Photo of the week has to go to the mutt.

And here’s a bonus: me participating in a video meme late Thursday night at FriendFeed.