Every Family Has One…

…in my family it was me.

From ICanHasCheezburger

And some linky love:

• The Night Writer is a recent discovery and addition to my blogroll.
• Neil at 4Simpsons keeps up the quality, like always. I like his dogs.
• Animate Matters’ Wes keeps my connected to Vox Day by one order of separation, a distance I can handle.
• TikiRae from Haemet keeps me up to date with current conservative thought on the Cornell College campus.
• Ironic SurrealismII and Velvet Hammer keep hitting things, plushly.
• MomLovesBeingAtHome loves being at home. My fiancee will appreciate her.
• Jay at OldFordRoad grew up on old Ford Road, it’s who he is. Stalwart.
• Sol at SolomonHezekiah keeps us up to date on the state of education in rural UK.
• SunflowerDesert keeps me wondering where I can find that desert.

And finally, this fine adaptation of Abbot and Costello’s famous “Who’s on first?”

Fitna

Liveleak is hosting the movie by Geert Wilders.

WARNING: Disturbing images, watch with caution.

Stop Islamisation: Defend Freedom

UPDATE: Liveleak has removed the video and replaced it with a statement. I’m still looking for another feed site with the video.

UPDATE: Found in two parts on Youtube. Please visit Youtube pages to rate and favorite to counter what is going to be a massive onslaught of criticism from those unfriendly to freedom.

Also, because the user who posted these videos has disabled commenting on them, for obvious reasons, please take a moment to visit his profile page and write him an encouraging note.

Part 1 of 2:

Part 2 of 2:

Hillary Under Fire

From Jay at OldFordRoad, he calls it the funniest political video this season.

I’m inclined to agree but don’t take my word for it:

Obama On Wright

From LGF, view it and pass it on:

I Need Answers

Homeschool Girls Singing The National Anthem

I’ve been a bit lax of late, so here’s some ear candy. The Cactus Cuties…

Beautiful sound.

Engineers ?!? AAHAHAAHHHHHH!!!

Dilbert is cool.

The Art Of High Insult

A friend wrote the following in a Facebook note:

Twice in less than 24 hours I have been called “Silly”–as in “No silly!”–by two separate should-be-grown-men, on two separate occasions, for two separate reasons. I think it was supposed to be some sort of mild insult. Well, let me tell you, I am way more offended by the lack of genius and creativity in the name calling.

I was just discussing this with the second man, when I realized that I–who limit my name calling to things like “stupid”, “bone-head”, “douche bag”, the politically-incorrect “retard” and the slightly more creative “blow-hard” am almost just as bad. Not quite, but almost. The scene from the 1991 Steven Spielberg classic, HOOK, came to mind. In the clip Peter, a grown lawyer and Rufio, head of the lost boys get into a name calling match.

THIS is a prime example of what the glorious ART of insulting is supposed to be! It is the masterful utilization of all bad things, jobs, reading levels, body functions, etc, to come up with the most extraordinary ” bad-name” ever! We should be creative enough NOT to use the same bad name twice!

I decided to put a copy of the name calling match up as an example in all its educational glory, but I must warn you:

**READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!**

Peter Banning: I bet you don’t even have a fourth grade reading level.
Rufio: Hemorrhoidal suck naval.
Peter Banning: Or maybe a fifth grade reading level.
[kids whistle and waves their hands around]
Rufio: Boil dripping beef fart sniffing bubble butt.
Kids: Bangerang, Rufio.
Peter Banning: Someone has a severe ka-ka mouth, you know that?
Rufio: You are fart factory. Cheesy, scab picked, pimple squeezing finger bandage. A week old maggot burger with everything on it and flies on the side.
Peter Banning: Substitute chemistry teacher.
Rufio: Mung tongue.
Peter Banning: Math tutor.
Rufio: Pinhead.
Peter Banning: Prison Barber.
Rufio: Mother lover.
Peter Banning: Nearsighted gynecologist.
Rufio: In your face, camel cake.
Peter Banning: In your rear, cow derrière.
Rufio: Lying, crying, spying, prying ultra-pig.
Peter Banning: You lewd, crude, rude, bag of pre-chewed food, Dude.
Kids: Bangerang, Peter.
Rufio: You… You man! You stupid, stupid man!
Peter Banning: Rufio, if I’m a maggot burger why don’t you EAT ME? You two-toned zebra-headed paramecium brain, munchin’ on your own mucus, suffering from Peter Pan envy?
Don’t Ask: What’s a paramecium brain?
Peter Banning: I’ll tell you what a paramecium is. It’s a one-celled critter with no brain, that can’t fly. Don’t mess with me man, I’m a lawyer!

Whilst discussing this matter with my brother, he also reminded me of the scene in What About Bob? It is less spectacular in nature, but good none-the-less.

But that cannot even begin compare to the fabulous scene from HOOK! Again,
**View Discretion is ADVISED-(Especially for those easily offended, or with poor senses of humor.)**

Note: You really only need to watch the first two minutes of this clip to catch the gloriousness of it. Enjoy.

And as a test of your name calling prowess, you have permission to post your most creative insult. (Profane and Obscene posts are subject to deletion.)

I think a main issue preventing true forms of high insult is our unfamiliarity with and uncomfortability with larger, multi-syllabic terminology.
Large words have become a cultural more now, and their users are considered posers and charlatans seeking to impress rather than communicate.

Instead of being full of deep, rich, and precise meaning, large words are gauche.

So, to those whose minds cannot process anything longer than an 8bit instruction set, I leave you with a small word: fie!

To the rest of you: Have at me, scoundrels!

99 Balloons

Hat tip to MomLoveBeingAtHome:

Isaiah 55:8-9: Comfort In The Darkness

I do not pretend to understand why some things happen. But in times of deepest darkness, God chooses to shine His glorious plan into our hearts through stories such as this.

For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.
~Isaiah 55:8-9

Armed with nothing but a flashlight and finding no signs of life, firefighter David Harmon made one final search of tornado wreckage and made the discovery of a lifetime.
“I shined the flashlight across it and said ‘I’ve got a baby doll.’ And before I got ‘I’ve got a baby doll’ out of my mouth, it moved,” Harmon said.
In pitch darkness, in the middle of a field, Harmon found a baby boy covered with mud and debris.
“As soon as we rolled the baby over, it took a gasp of air and started crying,” he said.

(CNN)