Showing posts with label Moammar Gaddafi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moammar Gaddafi. Show all posts

Friday, October 21, 2011

Gone but not forgotten.

This just in from the Howdygram’s World News Desk — MOAMMAR GADDAFI IS STILL DEAD. The latest report indicates his body is stuffed in a commercial freezer in a Libyan shopping mall. I’d be willing to bet it’s a Dairy Queen (just a hunch) but I can’t be positive about this.

What I find especially outrageous is why the United Nations is demanding to know exactly how Gaddafi died. They say he was filmed badly injured but still alive, and then all of sudden — HOLY COW — he’s dead in the next scene with a bullet hole in his head! Frankly, the U.N. shouldn’t waste its time with baloney like this because the answer is pretty obvious. It was an executive decision by one of the ten thousand armed rebels who captured the Libyan dictator, figuring we’re all way too pissed off to put this jerk on trial so let’s just end it now — and BLAM. Then they tie his body to the hood of a car and do a drive-by show & tell all over the city of Misrata. This was a smart move that also sends a clear message to Gaddafi’s whack-job sons in exile (see below) so nobody makes plans to pick up where dad left off.
Incidentally, I just read a fascinating article about Gaddafi from ABC News that revealed a few of his weirdest quirks. For instance: 1) he had a private team of 40 huge female bodyguards called “The Amazons” — all virgins — who wore heavy makeup and combat boots with stiletto heels; 2) he was in love with former U.S. secretary of state Condoleeza Rice and when rebels stormed his compound in Tripoli they found an exceptionally neat photo album filled with pictures of her; and 3) he was scared of elevators.

And now it’s time for a late lunch or a very early dinner. In either case it’ll be leftover Chinese accompanied by last night’s episode of “Project Runway,” which is one of my favorite meals when Sam isn’t home. Thank you for reading this.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Mazel tov to Libya.

It’s official. I’ve seen enough video clips of Moammar Gaddafi’s battered body being dragged through the streets of Libya to last a lifetime. I’m nauseated and relieved — but not surprised — since this is what a person can expect during his golden years if he’s a delusional, narcissistic despot who annoints himself “King of Kings.” Lest we forget Italy’s Fascist “clown prince,” Benito Mussolini.
Mussolini and his cohorts were executed by a firing squad on April 27, 1945. Two days later, after being shot and kicked repeatedly by happy, liberated Italians, the bodies were driven to Milan (reportedly without seat belts) and hung upside down from the roof of an Esso gas station, where additional happy Italians pelted them with rocks from the street below. Whatever was left of Mussolini’s body was finally buried in an unmarked grave. Nobody was sitting shiva.

If this is all a little too graphic and disturbing maybe you shouldn’t watch the weird William Shatner video in my previous post.

And now, let’s recap last night’s episode of Bravo TV’s “Work of Art,” where the artists/contestants were divided into two teams and asked to create a gallery show suggesting movement.

One team decided to call itself “Poop” and proceeded to focus on bowels and intestines until the show’s mentor (Simon) told them to start over because this was so stupid he almost couldn’t verbalize his horror. He also commented that the process of excretion was “too slow” to be artistically interesting, so they switched their theme to “Play with Me” and created equally stupid playground art out of plywood. Two of these included Dusty’s life-size photo of himself stapled to the end of a see-saw and Sucklord’s “flip the rat” arcade game where you fling plastic rats into buckets with a catapult.
The other team’s theme was “Loop,” although none of the judges could figure out what this had to do with movement. Lola drizzled hot-glue onto a mountain of shredded medical documents from a dumpster. Tewz wrapped a spray-painted garden hose around a bucket and pasted a tiny yellow hand to a circle on the wall. Kathryn, staying true to her obsession with internal organs, videotaped wads of blood and gore landing on a plastic tarp. Shockingly, she lost last night’s challenge and got sent home, crying hysterically.

The winner, believe it or not, was a dude from the “Play with Me” team named Bayete who — get this — videotaped himself from the neck up spinning around on the roof. No kidding. Judge Jerry Saltz found Bayete’s art “strangely mesmerizing” and judge Bill Powers was “impressed with the simplicity.” Everybody else was just outraged that running in a circle and shouting “whee” qualified as art.

Monet is throwing up in his grave. Thank you for reading this.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Libya, grilled cheese and other stories.

Sam and I are definitely on opposite schedules right now. Because I didn’t get any sleep Friday night I took a very long nap Saturday morning and then another one late in the afternoon. Shortly after dinner Sam conked out on the couch, slept for three hours and then crept off to bed at 10:30. As for me, I’m probably awake enough to sit here horsing around at the computer until 4 a.m., although I might consider taking a sedative so I won’t screw up the rest of the weekend for us. I’ve got other things to do with my life. Like laundry, for instance. Lots and lots of laundry. I’m drowning in it. If you want to come over and help please send an email right away. I’ll buy a pound cake.

Do you ever get strange food cravings? Mine is a trio of perfect flavors that’s eaten together and always in complete privacy, as Sam gets grossed out if I even MENTION this to him. It’s a grilled cheese sandwich, green olives and one of my Goofy Fruity Shakes. I also used to love liverwurst on white bread with sweet pickle relish and mayo, but I gave up on that one years ago when I started reading nutritional labels.
In other news, I see that the U.S. and Great Britain have been very busy tonight blowing up Libya and all of its air defenses. This is a good thing. If ever a country needed blowing up, it’s Libya. And after we get rid of Gaddafi and all of his evil spawn I think Disney should consider turning the entire country into a resort with rides and corn dogs.

Thank you for reading this.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Well-connected and wired to the max.

Seriously, change doesn’t come easy for me. The older I get, the more I worry. For the last few days I was in a state of clammy panic about our AT&T U-Verse installation today. All kinds of scary baloney kept whizzing through my head, like will AT&T have to drill holes in our house, do they know what to do with our Bose home theatre and can I find a private class somewhere on how to use the new remote. Fortunately, the entire installation experience was totally painless and took less than two hours, ending with one-on-one remote control instruction with Josh the Friendly Technician. I even have a hard-copy channel guide that’s the size of Webster’s unabridged dictionary ... 470 CHANNELS. Holy crap.

In case you’re interested, I have some HUGE PLANS for the weekend. They include: 1) driving to The Container Store in Dallas to pick up some desk organizers I ordered online; 2) lunch with Sam at El Nogalito even though I’m not 100% convinced I have a taste for enchiladas with Cheez Whiz; and 3) enough laundry to sink the U.S.S. Enterprise. Number three is mostly due to the enormous pile of new monogrammed towels that arrived yesterday plus a lot of sheets, two weeks’ worth of socks and a ton of underwear. I’m feeling thoroughly overwhelmed due to continuing symptoms of carpal tunnel syndrome. (Try folding socks one-handed and you’ll get my drift.)

As if we needed more bad news, I just saw a headline that President Obama has OK’d military action to stop Charlie Sheen’s evil twin, megalomaniac Moammar Gaddafi. This scares me. Gaddafi has already made it pretty clear that he’ll fight to the death to hang onto whatever he’s got in Libya, strangely like Sheen with his “violent torpedo of truth” and “fire-breathing fists.”

God help us.

Time to throw in another load of laundry while I’m on a roll here. Thank you for stopping by. I mean it.

Friday, July 30, 2010

The top 5 ugliest world leaders of all time.

The subject of this post was sparked by an old Seinfeld episode that Sam and I watched the other night, where Jerry, Kramer, George and Elaine were sitting in a restaurant trying to name the ugliest world leaders they could think of. This one’s definitely a no-brainer. Right off the top of my head I named the five ugliest leaders EVER, with Sam in total agreement. (It’s possible that Genghis Khan might have been uglier but there are no photos on the Internet to prove that theory.)

The photos below are in no particular order because I think this crowd is pretty much on equal footing in the looks department. However, I do think it’s a little scary that Golda Meir and Lyndon Johnson could have been twins separated at birth.


For those of you who flunked modern history and/or don’t know who these people really are, the following information may help: Charles de Gaulle was President of France from January 1959 through April 1969; Golda Meir was Prime Minister of Israel from March 1969 through June 1974; Lyndon Johnson was Vice-President of the United States during the Kennedy administration and our 36th President from November 1963 through January 1969; Hugo Chavez has been the loudmouth President of Venezuela since February 1999; and Moammar al-Gaddafi has been Libya’s loony “Brotherly Leader and Guide of the Revolution” (translation: Dictator) since September 1969. These last two would be the perfect guests at a “Dinner for Schmucks.”

If you can name any ugly world leaders that I missed please feel free to send an email or post a comment. Thank you for reading this.