...but this time, I'm with him...

Gustav the Toothless

Bah, 110 mph? Piffle. Perhaps Hannah can be more of a mean sister.

It ain't Iraq, it's the Islamic Culture, Stupid.

Just in case PP's Imperator was gonna go down the "it's a function of geography" dhimmi road.

Texas has a lot more, and a lot less, than Exes.
Note that this particular article is from a Barbados site. The discussions in the comments section shows our tussle between Infidel and IM-cum-Dhimmi ain't just a local phenomenon

Ponce, Puerto Rico: Archaeological discussions over spiced rum and ice...

Arawak and Carib pre- and post-Columbian tribes were notorious for their aggression. On the Salt River of St. Croix, circa 1494, one of Columbus' naval expeditions up that river endured a barrage of poison darts and arrows. One can't really fault the Arawaks or Caribs, though: those Euros smelled like a year of body-oder and bad perfume.

Here's what archaeologists recently located ("Discover" is a bit misguided: the damn tablets were always there... someone just needed to move the dirt in the right direction):

Archaeologists also uncovered several graves with bodies buried face-down with the legs bent at the knees -- a style never seen before in the region.

C'mon people, think a little! Knees bent. Face down. A conversation with an archaeological colleague in the office regarding this bent knee, face down burial went something like this:

Archaeological Colleague: "Maybe they were buried that way to symbolize praying?...."

MFT Response: "Knees bent? Face down? This is Arawak/Carib territory, ancilliary tribes of those famous Meso-American religious killers, Aztec, Incas, and otherwise. I'll bet those that were buried were praying, but it may have been right before they were sliced open with fancy obsidian blades. Yeah, they were praying all right..."

A Last Piece on "Trinidadian" Terror

Coma merda, Pateta Pepe

This Guy Sucks Balls

When I went to the Carrib a couple years ago (employed as a journalist, of all things, for a short time — I resigned), my experience stood in stark contradiction to what Jimmy Buffett had been singing about since he started his workaholic singing career. Since then, I've devoted a portion of time in my life to exposing this asshole and his music for what it is.

JJ has also remarked on a similar sentiment of mine: you can't think straight the closer you get to the equator.

Buffett, you suck. I'm on to you. I know what you're all about, you selling your idyllic image of Coors Light on some godforsaken beach Paradise to a bunch of Rubes in Middle America. I know about the reality of those beaches, and the interior of those islands. And this I say to you: not on my watch, asshole.

~mft