NASA: Nanny of AmeriSoc

Hansen's Boyz do Bloomberg And, Once Upon a Free Nation, NASA made the dream of human star-travel almost possible..... kinda hard,now, to believe; ain't it?

Chicago Uber Alles

The Peace Presidency is at hand.

Grunderkrach coming to Rotterland?

Background: On May 9, 1873, the Vienna Stock Exchange crashed, no longer able to sustain false expansion, insolvency, and dishonest manipulations. A series of Viennese bank failures resulted, causing a contraction of the money available for business lending. [..] the railway empire of Bethel Henry Strousberg crashed after a ruinous settlement with the Romanian government, bursting the speculation bubble in Germany.

Coanda Weeps in Humiliation

Rot nails a tree

Rot pan-fried, easy over

Of course, Rot also likes idling cars, though I'm not quite sure whether he's fond of HPV.

Get me outta here

From GoreBal Warming to its Polar Opposite

Hmmmm...in terms of being consistent with what we've been seeing for the past few years it beats Gorebal's scams by a zillion miles.

Only One Can Be The Worst of the Worst

But this one so deserved the honor.

When Pepe Rules da Barbarian Drools

"L'Accomodationist, C'est Moi" from the little yellow book of Chairman LePew

The Times, ACORN, and Rick Tingling

Press zero.

The Aftermath; Brits Get It Quickly

This stone in the waters is gonna cause some fascinating turbulence for the Obamakleans. How it will spin out, exactly, I've no idea. But the sight of their stunned faces will be good for a while.

Lot's O' Dead Ricains Walking , The Equivalence Of It All In the Gospel According to Pepe

Le Pew smiles through his Ululation. After all, now we are Ruled by an Obamacles Imperator who knows who the REAL Nazis are. Just like Abu Ghraib with those killer undies. Adolf and Joe? Fucking Heroes.
In order, Malmady, Buchenwald at Liberation, Abu Ghraib

No Hope in This Derby

Spengler Goes a'Kiplin'

The specter of Roosevelt boomed out in reply, "I fear it is even worse:
Where an almost-Blessing has succored this land, now there follows an almost-Curse,
A Biblical curse from Him with Whom we find ourselves at odds,
And chastens the almost-Chosen folk that whored after foreign gods.
I fear that the land will expectorate us, like the heathen who lived here before us,
And we will die out like the Romans of old, or the dodo and brontosaurus.
We have builded an idol offensive to God as the Israelites' Golden Calf,
But stupider still, and with poorer excuse, and more obnoxious by half.
We have named the idol 'Inclusiveness', but forgot what inclusion entails:
The nations are drops of the bucket, and specks of small dust on the scales.
We included the remnant that left its past to rot on a distant strand,
And made them an almost-Chosen folk for an almost-Chosen land,
That was the source of our Blessing, but today the source of our Cuss
Is the foolish idea that the rest of the world is exactly the same as us.
We never have done stupider things in the past than were done by this President George,
And the very same God who sustained us so long has sent us instead a scourge
In the form of Barack Obama, a malevolent fellow with smarts,
Who took our measure with malice and gazed too deeply into our hearts.
We hail him the God of Inclusiveness, this self-promoting know-it-all,
The way Moctezuma mistook Cortes for the deity Quetzalcoatl!
The Aztecs invited their conqueror in, and that put an end to their drama,
And tomorrow, America does the same thing by electing Barack Obama.
Generations to come (if any there are) will condemn us for losing the scrimmage,
And we've no one to blame but ourselves for the sin of adoring our own silly image."

When Planet Pepe Bites Its Own Ass, Things Get Radiant

Highly amusing instance of poetic justice....and highly interesting insight into the exportation of "minerals" out of the Pepean realms for the greater glory of Allah.

Bowling Balls O' Armaggedon

A nice bit of evidence on the stability conjecture for the solar system. Just a bit of cheer for all of us, as cold banks of rain wash over the streets of John Harvard into this night.
For no good reason, other than the silly sentiments of our doomed race, I hope there was no life on those lost planets