Tuesday, November 30, 2004
This Week in Exemplary Human Behavior |  |
In which the Ministry rewards its loyal readers with a seat on the Group W Bench, next to the father-rapers and mother-stabbers:
For the week ending 29NOV04
Spotlight Thailand: This land, once known for exotic scents, fantastical landscapes, and an elaborate boy-buggering sex trade, can now add school burning as a claim to fame. Southern *ahem* “militants” are blamed for burning five schools, the latest in a series of attacks against institutions and officials. In recent days government ministers or police have been shot, shot at (and missed), or been the victim of a drive-by (by motorcycle. With an axe.) Although as a child I often wished for something catastrophic and permanent to reduce my school to ash, I never actually did it. Of course, it never occurred to me to cloak my sloth and boredom with a political struggle either.
Spotlight “Palestine”: The Middle East Media Research Institute features ongoing monitoring and translation of Arabic television and other media. One recent piece featured an homage to what the Arab press calls “martyrdom operations” and I call “twisted fuckers who kill as many people as they can as they snuff themselves”. One mother claims she is proud of her martyred son, a son who had everything but wanted no wife. He wanted to be dead, actually, more than he wanted a wife. It’s a sick, sick world when blowing yourself up is really the best alternative for the gay youth of Palestine.
Spotlight Congo: Reports have surfaced of some 150 instances of sexual abuse by UN staff members and soldiers in Congo. Reuters had little details at the time of this report, but the words “pedophilia”, “rape”, and “prostitution” do appear in the same sentence. Thus far only a handful of UN staff have been suspended, while one French and two Tunisian soldiers have been sent home. Characteristic of most things the UN has ever attempted, a half-dozen or so UN officials voiced outrage while admitting their influence was limited, and the Secretary General himself declared that he would implement a new policy.
Spotlight San Diego: A pastor of an unspecified CA church used fear of the devil to lure gullible congregants into having sex with him. He basically had three pickup lines: the devil has already attacked them in some way, and the cure was sex with him; the devil will at some point attempt to harm them, and the prevention was sex with him; or, he threatens to kill you unless you have sex with him. Not sure which is creepier, the sick pastor or the freaky church chicks who fell for his lines. All examples of exemplary human behavior, I daresay.
Spotlight Pennsylvania: A PA woman surrendered to police after admitting she fatally shot her husband for threatening the family pets. She tried to cover her tracks by throwing him in the well and explaining his absence to a hunting trip but confessed to her daughter, who ultimately called police. Apparently there was an argument and a bit of a shoving match, itself more than enough for a Lifetime movie of the moment, but by then threatening the pets he got himself a trip to the coroner.
Spotlight Wiscahnsin: Truck driver and Hmong refugee Chai Vang went buck nutty in the WI woods, offing six hunters and wounding two others. The survivors’ stories and Vang’s agree as far as what brought them into contact in the first place, but start to diverge at the point where people start getting killed. Vang claims he was called ethnic slurs (I’ve never heard a Hmong joke in my life, or what I’d call a Hmong if I wanted to insult him...anyone know?) and shot at as he was told to vacate private property. One survivor says he started shooting for no reason. Personally, I’m leaning toward Vang’s version. Not that I think it’s OK, I just think it’s more plausible that in the heat of a tense moment, scared and outnumbered, the guy opened up. Now if it were a white dude, I might believe he started blasting for no reason, same way we do schools, daycares, and company HR offices.
Too Goddamn Much Perfidy...
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Wednesday, November 24, 2004
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Loyal reader Othershoe shares this AP photo of a Mosul sniper in action with his nifty lens-cover. Nothing like a sniper with a sense of humor:
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Yiddish with Dick and Jane |  |
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Oh My God It Burns! |  |
Science for the everyman.
Confronted about their methodology, these daring (not to say reckless) scientists had this to say:
Um, why didn’t you guys do the test double-blind?
Scienticians often are forced to take short-cuts to make giant king sized leaps of advancement in the field of boozahology. You’ll also notice that the crackers weren’t sterile, the glasses were barely clean, and there was a conspicuous lack of any saftey gear. Sometimes, you just have to stare down the barrel of progress and hope there’s not one sitting in the chamber.
Hat tip: mapgirl.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Thank You (For Talking To Me Africa) |  |
Malian music legend Ali Farka Tour� once said of his home, “For some people, Timbuktu is a place at the end of nowhere. But that’s not true--I’m from Timbuktu, and I can tell you that it’s right in the center of the world.” Mr. Tour� (I’ve met him, he’s reserved, dignified and courteous, and possessed of a sober gravitas that makes it Mister Tour� to you) might have been engaging in a little hyperbole since every thinking person knows that Boston is the Hub of the Universe, but a little hyperbole is more than forgivable in light of the long and rich history of the kingdoms of Mali.
Ali Farka Tour� himself is a farmer and local (what… chief? mayor? paterfamilias?), who tends to his village first and his music second. In 1995, he begged off a US tour claiming that he could not leave his home because if he did, he risked losing his land in an armed skirmish. When in 1998, one of his US labels, Hannibal, wanted to record a new record with him Tour� insisted the producers bring a mobile recording rig to his compound at Niafunk�. The stunning resulting album, aptly titled Niafunk�, was recorded whenever farm chores did not press and whenever the mood struck to pick up his guitar.
In 2000, Tour� decided to come to the USA for one last tour before devoting all his time to a village irrigation project. I was lucky enough to see his New York date, August 8, 2000, and I can’t ever forget it. A big man in person, on stage he looked ten feet tall, wielding his electric guitar like it was a toy and wrenching from it some of the most searing melodies I have ever heard. He was playful, switching between guitar and njerka (a small one-stringed fiddle) and stopping to explain to the New York audience what he was singing about in the eleven languages he writes in. About halfway through the show, he struck on the game of lifting his leg way up in the air and bringing it down onto the stage with a huge *boom*. His band worked the *boom* into the deep percolating groove they had built, and soon Tour� was *boom*ing away, each one accented by a chord from his guitar that sounded like trees breaking in the wind. The entire night was unforgettable and absolutely one of a kind. Ali Farka Tour� is often compared to John Lee Hooker, whose elemental blues sound seemed to emanate from some half-remembered Mali of the mind, but on that night Ali Farka Tour� sounded like Timbuktu.
Before the show, I shared a cab with record producer and Hannibal label owner Joe Boyd, who asked me about African music and what I thought about it. I mentioned Ali Farka Tour�, Johnny Clegg, Fela Kuti and a few others before bringing up Angelique Kidjo, who had just released her pop-inflected album Oremi the previous year. Boyd looked at me quizzically and said, “you like that? That speaks to you?” I admitted that it didn’t really, it just sounded nice, and he told me that someday, smart kid that I was, I would figure it out, I would get it.
Later that night, I got it.
I bring all this up not because Ali Farka Tour� has a new album out but because I was reminded of him and his effect on me today by another group drawing on West African traditions. Called ”Fula Flute,” after a particular style of flute playing native to the Fulani people of Guinea in which the player sings into the flute as he plays, they have been playing east coast dates over the past couple of years. (The group is composed of a Canadian, a jazz-trained New York bassist, several Malian griots (roughly, hereditary storytellers/bards/historians), and Bailo Bah, the Fuilani flutist.) Working on a smaller scale than the larger than life Ali Farka Tour�, Fula Flute showcase a nearly-extinct and deeply enthralling folk tradition that (like so many nearly dead folk traditions), begs for a wider audience. I’m on their mailing list, and was notified today that they have a nifty video out in Quicktime which showcases both the Fula flute style and the rolling percussion typical of West African music. Good, interesting, unusual, and beautiful. They’ve got it.
[wik] The title of this post has changed. A scratched copy of White Lion’s album “Pride” to the first person who can tell me what the new title refers to.
[also wik] Also posted to blogcritics.org
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Our closest allies in the animal kingdom, the dolphins, were recently reported as having taken decisive action last month to protect a group of human tourists from the scourge of shark terrorism. Four New Zealanders swimming in the ocean near Whangarei on New Zealand’s North Island when a pod of dolphins suddenly pushed the four swimmers together and began circling them.
At first the New Zealanders were concerned at this action, feeling perhaps that overzealous dolphin border police were concerned at some passport violation. But then swimmer Rob Howes saw the angry fin of a three meter long fundamentalist Great White terrorist shark, and understood the reason for the dolphins’ behavior.
“They had corralled us up to protect us,” he said.
The dolphin counter-terror force circled the swimmers for another forty minutes before declaring the area secure and allowing the swimmers to return to shore. Dolphin sources report that an average of seven to ten humans are killed each year by shark terrorists. They urge caution when visiting the oceans because, “The oceans cover three fourths of the globe, and there are only so many dolphins. While we’ve had notable successes in curbing shark terrorist activity, the ocean remains a breeding ground for shark extremism.” A dolphin spokesman at their embassy at Sea world endorsed this webpage giving helpful tips to avoid becoming the victim of shark extremist violence.
While some have accused the dolphins of pursuing a imperialist policy in regard to counter-terror actions in shark national homelands, it is clear that the sacrifice of brave dolphins in the DDF and Dolphin constabulary are the reason that there are so few shark attacks on humans. Some dolphin supporters even believe that without the strong arm tactics of our dolphin allies, we would be facing the scourge of shark terrorism in the streets of our cities and towns.
Despite the shrill attacks of those who accuse the dolphins of being frontmen for human imperialism in the oceans, or the obstructionism of our so-called allies the orcas; we owe a debt of gratitude to our finned allies, for holding the line against fundamentalist terror in the oceans.
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Monday, November 22, 2004
To Our Brothers in the Piedrivers’ Local 114 |  |
Loyal reader #0017 (EDog) notes that pizza delivery drivers in Detroit are trying to start a national union of pizza drivers, arguing “the large chains have been taking advantage of them for years.”
Well, yeah. That’s why a union won’t fly. It’s also why there’s no union in the music industry or the temp agency world. Any job that requires marginal skills and draws on a mobile or unstable workforce can never unionize: there are literally hundreds of people who would gladly kill you for your shitty job.
But still, good luck guys. If you succeed, and my pizza is late, am I gonna have to file a grievance?
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This week in exemplary human behavio(u)r |  |
This week is a double issue of our review of exemplary behavior, in which the Ministry offers eleven stories of people who, by their very existence, prove that it is in fact possible to get pregnant via anal intercourse.
(Dateline: London) The Ministry has been tracking the ups and downs of international relations for many, many years (we were in the tracking business long before the first Mongol horde came roaring down the steppes in a cloud of rancid horsefat and lethally sharp arrows and made it interesting for us), and we have found one thing to be incontrovertably true: nothing is more satisfying than an impotent hissy fit. From Sir Cletus Coke (created Baron of Upper Lower Nutsack in 1713 by Queen Anne) whose legendary vituperation in his dotage against the colonials did more than anything else to sour Benjamin Franklin forever on his now near-forgotten Nutsack Strategem for peace between Crown and Colonies in the tense days of 1775, to Dick Cheney’s famous f-bomb on the floor of the US Congress, we at the Ministry have found that the the truth lies in the little things.
What truth can we glean from this? Merely that Canadian MP Carolyn Parrish is a petty harridan who has a grossly inflated sense of her own worth. In addition to making a “smoosh” video of herself stomping on a George W. Bush doll to her assurances that Americans are all “bastards,” Parrish has done more to destroy US-Canadian relations than any force since the Half-Afternoon War of 1956. (In which four Quebecois farmers, drunk on Canadian Club, drove halfway to Burlington, VT with the intention of capturing the State capital and toppling the Green Mountain State from within. After engaging in light deer-rifle gunplay with certain Vermonters, it was expressed to them that the capital was in fact in Montpelier, forty miles away. As it was getting dark and they were low on supplies, the Canucks returned home shamefaced to the cold reaches of their homeland.)
Currently, MP Parrish is threating to ruin an upcoming speech by George W. to the Canadian Parliament.
Ms. Parrish said Wednesday she will not tone down her criticisms of U.S. President George W. Bush when he visits Ottawa this month, and Prime Minister Paul Martin’s team can “go to hell” if they don’t like it.
Ms. Parrish, an outspoken MP who has called Americans “bastards” and Mr. Bush “warlike,” fired several broadsides at her own party leader, saying she won’t cry if he loses the next election and is forced out of the leadership.
Most Liberals lined up yesterday to insist they would be on their best behaviour during the visit, and Ms. Parrish insisted that she would not heckle the President if he addresses Parliament. But as she prepared to meet Mr. Martin later Wednesday, she gave an interview saying she won’t silence her criticism outside the Commons, or toe Mr. Martin’s line.
“And if he wants to know why he can’t control me, I have absolutely no loyalty to this team. None,” she said in an interview with The Canadian Press. “After what they’ve put me through and lots of my colleagues, they can all go to hell. But he’s not going to control me, so all he’s going to do is end up looking weak.”
Or, she is going to end up looking like an ass, but that doesn’t seem to have been a deterrent thus far.
(Dateline: Moscow) Russia has made great strides of late in making a mockery of Western civilization’s values, mores, and institutions. From banking to government powers, the Bear is leading the charge to wherever it’s charging to; probably some sort of monstrous gulag.
Further progress was made recently when a Russian jury found a scientist guilty of spying for China, despite a) no spying was proven b) it’s not clear that the information he sold to China was ever secret or classified but rather was public domain, and c) he had previously been acquitted of the same charges by another jury. But no worry! The train of justice rolls on!!
A jury in Siberia convicted a physicist today of spying for China, overturning a previous jury’s acquittal after a closed trial that highlighted flaws in Russia’s judicial system.
The jury rendered its verdict on the central espionage charge against the physicist, Valentin V. Danilov, even though the court’s judges have yet to hold a hearing to decide whether the information he is accused of passing along is even secret, his lawyer said. That hearing is now scheduled for Nov. 10.
“This has no legal or logical justification,” the lawyer, Yelena V. Yevlinova, said in a telephone interview from Krasnoyarsk, the regional capital in central Siberia where the trial was held.
Mr. Danilov, a researcher at Krasnoyarsk State University who was first charged in 2001, has acknowledged selling information about satellite technology to a Chinese company but argued that all of it was readily available from public sources.
Mr. Danilov was initially acquitted last December. His trial was the first of a recent flurry of espionage cases against scientists and researchers to be decided by a jury. Jury trials are still a relative novelty in Russia, having become an option for defendants in some serious cases only in 2002.
Although a new criminal code adopted that year was supposed to end double jeopardy except in extreme cases of judicial misconduct, prosecutors appealed his acquittal, citing “significant procedural violations” during his first trial. Among them was the fact that Mr. Danilov’s lawyers discussed material in front of jurors that had not been accepted as evidence.
In June, the Supreme Court ordered a new trial, which began in September and was closed to the media and the public. Ms. Yevlinova said that the court’s chief judge refused to let her present evidence showing that the information Mr. Danilov showed was not classified as secret. She said that, in effect, the jury’s 12 members found that he signed a contract with the Chinese company, known as the Export and Import Company of Precise Machine Building.
“It is not clear what crime he was convicted of,” she said.
Mr. Danilov, in a telephone interview, questioned the selection of the jury and the fact a list of the jurors was never published. He said he suspected they acted under pressure. “Not one of the jurors looked me in the face when the verdict was read,” he said. “When someone does not look you in the eyes, it means that they have problems with their conscience.”
Mr. Danilov’s case - like the more prominent trial of Russia’s richest man, Mikhail B. Khodorkovsky - has dashed the hopes of some that the legal reforms adopted in 2002 would give the judiciary greater independence. In practice, courts remain subject to the powerful influence of prosecutors and agencies like the Federal Security Service, the successor of the Soviet K.G.B.
(Dateline: Toronto) He was a quiet child, kind, courteous and willing to please. When he killed granny we thought the nightmare was over. And when he wrote “Kill all Women” on a blackboard, we’re sure he’s serious when he says it was just
“art”.
(Dateline: Orange County) Ahhh.. the OC. Home of comfortable conservatism, setting for inane teen drama television, and site of appalling abuses of power:
Many of you might not recognize the name Greg Haidl if you don’t happen to live in Southern California, but for Scott Peterson, Beretta, Courtney Love, and other high profile malcontents you would. Haidl, a corporately sponsored skateboarder, is the 19 year old son of wealthy Orange County Assistant Sheriff Don Haidl, and he is a piece of ... work shall we say. Greg and a couple of the OC’s finest took advantage of an opportunity to gangrape a 16 year old female classmate who had become very intoxicated. To add insult to injury (this is not a figure of speech in this case) these fine young men of the OC memorialized the events on videotape for their future enjoyment. Not content to merely film your standard every day gangrape, the boys decided to spice things up by inserting various foreign objects into the young lady while taking turns having their way with her. You may be assuming that these young cretins are at this time languishing in prison for their exertions, but you would be wrong, quite wrong indeed.
You see, Greg Haidl’s daddy is worth approximately $91Million give or take, and as I mentioned, he is a former Assistant Sheriff for the OC. Greg’s legal team was spared no expense as you might imagine, and if you combine that with a scenario tailor made for influence peddling of the worse sort, you get a hung jury and a mistrial.
Truly a model citizen, but lest you think California holds the monopoly on amoral teenaged suburban cretins, let’s pay a visit to
(Dateline: Minnesoter) ... where we find three youths charged with beating another student with a baseball bat. The bright side? They were arguing about politics. The beatee held that “only fags would vote for Bush,” and the beaters evidently took great exception to such sentiment. Sez Dakota County, MN, Attorney James Backstrom: “It’s a good thing to see young people interested and excited about politics, [but] it’s obviously very disturbing to see this kind of violence over it.” Too true, counsel, and spoken like a true ambulance-chaser!
(Dateline: Oregon) But lest we think that America’s youth are only concerned with gang rape and politics (similitudes at this point would be beyond tasteless), the Ministry offers assurances that some of them still like to film themselves beating someone to a pulp and sell the DVD in school complete with a pumpin’ soundtrack. (Quick registration required in link; someone will pay for that inconvenience.) Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Harvard Business School class of 2016!!
(Dateline: Georgia)Quick: what loves Justin Timberlake, is charged with twelve counts of attempted murder, and fits into a training bra?
Two seventh-grade girls were arrested on charges that they served poisoned cake at their middle school cafeteria to about a dozen students who became ill and had to be taken to the hospital.
Lawyers for the girls said the cake was a prank, and that they had no intention to harm anyone. Lab tests showed the icing on the cornbread cake contained an expired prescription drug, bleach, clay and tabasco sauce.
The Ministry is pleased to note that thanks to the feminist movement, Title IX, and the endless perversity of the human spirit, the girls are doing it for themselves for a change.
(Dateline: Tennessee) At the crossroads of Office Space and Butt Bandits III is this guy.
The owner of a shaved ice business was arrested after two employees claimed he spanked them for making mistakes at work. Paul Eugene Levengood, 57, was charged with two counts of sexual battery after the 19-year-old women complained.
One of the women told police that on her first day at the Tasty Flavors Sno Biz, Levengood made her sign a statement that said: “I give Gene permission to bust my behind any way he sees fit.”
(Dateline: Washington) But sometimes sexual assault just isn’t funny. Anthony Whitfield will be in prison for 137 years or until he dies of AIDS, whichever comes first, for knowingly having unprotected sex with 17 women after being diagnosed with HIV. Five of the women have in turn contracted the disease. A witness at his trial recalled that he once said “that if he had HIV, he would give it to as many people as he could.”
(Dateline: New York) On the next Mythbusters: Do people really throw frozen turkeys through car
windshields? Yup. And if it puts someone in a coma, you get to do jail time, too!
(Dateline: Wisconsin) Incensed at other hunters who apparently told him to get the hell out of their deer blind, St. Paul MN resident Chai Vang shot and killed five people and wounded three more with a deer rifle on Sunday, sniping at his confronters and anyone else in sight from his perch in a tree in the wilds of Western Wisconsin.
Note that according to the news, the malefactor had “an assault-type weapon”, the scourge of our times. A regular “defense-type weapon” would of course have killed no-one.
Sometimes the machinery of Determinist Darwinism (others call it “just desserts,” “fate,” or “gettin’ what’s coming to you") goes horribly awry. Vang was scheduled years ago to asphyxiate underneath the weight of a car he had jacked up with a couple beer bottles while he worked on the oil pan with an arc welder, but unfortunately for eight hunters in Wisconsin, he escaped unscathed from that meeting with mortality. Not to worry: his day too will come.
Too Goddamn Much Perfidy...
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Sunday, November 21, 2004
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From the what-the-hell-were-they-thinking department: Two committee members just got the unlimited ability to look at anyone’s tax return, through what GOP leaders are (probably truthfully) calling a screw-up.
Makes you wonder about the legislative process in general. What other little time bombs are waiting in these huge bills?
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I Come To Praise Feeder |  |
From the best-bands-ever department, the UK’s Feeder is sort of becoming my favorite brit-guitar rock band. Like maybe ever? Yeah, ever. Until something better comes along. Grant Nicholas first caught my attention on Junkie XL’s latest, on a track called “Broken”. Great stuff, so I checked out where he came from and bought Comfort in Sound, Feeder’s latest. What shines through every Feeder song are beautiful melodies, against a pretty hard (and perfectly sparse) background.
Moving backwards in time, I picked up Polythene, Feeder’s brilliant 1997 debut. Why have I not heard of this band? Every track on Polythene works perfectly. Favorites include “Crash” and “Radiation”.
Guess I’m stuck in a dream
Surrounded by coloured leaves on the ground,
As I stare at the trees,
I see one fall down on my hand.
As i start to explore,
I can’t ignore a man,
He turn his head around,
His face was all worn by the sun.
I’m going out for a while,
So i can get high with my friends,
I will,
I’m going out for a while,
Don’t wait up cause i won’t be home,
Today.
Drifting down the road,
Losing myself in a dream,
Feel my hands getting cold,
Sat in a boat on a lake...
You know, now that I read them, the lyrics are pretty damn depressing a lot of the time. Trust me on this: You’ll never notice while you’re listening, ‘cause you’ll be too busy singing along in the car, like an idiot. Yeah, you.
Feeder’s middle two CDs were never released in America, so I hit Amazon to get’em, and got’em for $15 each from prompt, item-as-described auction zealots. Echo Park is the one I’m not quite into yet, but the fans out there assure me I will be, by the reviews. Yesterday came too soon has the same brilliance as Polythene and Comfort...
Crossing bridges over water
A new reflection creeping in
Got your head so full of traffic
The love pollution’s setting in
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Friday, November 19, 2004
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Does anybody know how well one could live on a salary of say, 75,000 euro in Dublin?
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The Buckethead Gourmet III |  |
Deserts are often boring. Tastes: vanilla, chocolate, berry. Textures: cake, mousse, ice cream. This is a fairly limited palate. One day in the middle of a field in Deleware, I was in an iron chef cooking contest and came up with something different:
Apples a la Buckethead
This is a simple recipe, and takes only minutes to prepare.
Ingredients:
- Two apples
- Olive oil
- Brown Sugar
- Cinnamon
- Finely diced hot pepper
Wedge and core the apples. Drizzle a couple tablespoons of olive oil (regular vegtetable oil will work in a pinch) into a skillet over medium to medium high heat. Throw in the apples, sprinkle a few pinches of brown sugar and a teaspoon of cinnamon over them. Add as much of the hot peppers as you dare. Cook for three to four minutes, stirring frequently. Serve by itself or over vanilla ice cream.
This desert is utterly simple to make, yet doesn’t taste like any other desert I’ve had. The spice is mellowed a bit by the sweetness of the apples, and the combination is divine. For a twist, substitute pears for apples.
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The Ministry is pleased to find five of its pet recipes included in the 14th edition of Carnival of the Recipes. There’s some really good sounding stuff over there, and not all of it is ours. Check it out!
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Blogging Tards |  |
Well, it’s blogging about tards. They aren’t really up to blogging themselves. Cruel, to be sure; but as one who once took care of the little buggers, it’s also ripping funny.
Interweb Critter Blasting |  |
This is a beautiful idea, so long as we don’t let it get into the hands of the robots. Then, it’s a very, very bad idea.