"for our special tonight, might we suggest the mel gibson pulled pork sandwich?"

for the love of all things decent in the world. at first i thought this had to be some sort of sick joke. but it turns out, for the moment, anyway, to be truth. seems some jamokes in mumbai have opened a nazi-themed restaurant called "hitler's cross" in the bustling city's financial district. think of it as an espn zone for white supremacists, complete with swaztikas and pictures of the fuhrer greeting you as you enter. they're justifying their blatant idiocy by saying they wanted to be a distinctive restaurant that stands out as something patrons will remember long after leaving. while it should be noted that the swaztika was appropriated by the nazi's from buddhism, this is no simple reclaimation of the religious symbol. it's more like a mind-boggling display of stupidity and ignorance.

the end of hot dogs

more signs of the coming apocalypse. turns out hot dogs may cause genetic mutations in people's DNA on account of the nitrates that manufacturers pump into the lips, assholes, and pig genitalia that have been shoved into intestinal sacks and sold to the masses.

Which is great for guys like Takeru Kobayashi, the reigning hot dog eating champ, seen here at his most recent victory. Soon after this photo was taken, two scuz-coated mutants that looked like a nano-Alien and a wee-Pradator exploded out of his belly and scurried into the East River. It was one fucked up sight.

been a long time since i rock & rolled...

good lord, man. i haven't posted to this thing since i found that silly ann coulter promo on townhall.com. since then, the bloviating bulimic directed her hate towards wives of 9/11 victims. fucking cunt.

what else. the more i pay attention to the goings on in the world, the more despondent i get. iraq has gone to shit (but we knew that years ago), hezbollah & israel are blowing the shit out of each other... bush talks with his mouth full... brits foiled a terror plot... and i can;t imagine flying cross country without having bottled water in my possession (i'll pass on the in-flight tap water, thank you).

everything's all fucked up. there's no wife or kid or dog or girlfriend or goldfish to distract me from the realities of the beginning of the end of the world. and, being a godless heathen, i'm goingto burn with the rest of us when jesus comes back down, draped in the american flag and wearing a bow-tie, to take all the believers upstairs before it all goes up in flames.

fuck. me.