Begorrah! She’s a fiery lass, ain’t she?
That’s what giving a damn looks like.
I know. I know. That’s the True believer, I care so much, I’ll turn my brain off and run on convictions sort of fanaticism, that let’s people fly airplanes into buildings.
It’s the black and white, us versus them, diametricism of the utterly self-righteous. I suppose she wants to frogmarch Mickey Mouse into the showers, or send Michael Eisner off for some reeductation?
It’s a TV show on Disney, and the first part was innacurate and slanted to the right.
Who here wanted to boycott CBS when Dan Rather did the whole forged documents thing? Show of hands?
I mean we all know this is just a coincidence. It’s not like Disney’s right-wing or anything. After all, they distributed Farenheit 911, right?
No, in fact. See the first note here. Lions Gate was the distributor for the film.
Cutting and pasting into my collection, this is a gem. It is crystalline horseshit, too perfect for comment.
Well, speak of the devil, and in struts Scylla.
What, he does vanity searches on “horse’s ass”?
No search necessary. It’s Beetlejuice magic.
I must’a forgotten the incident in that bruhaha when CBS gave advanced screenings of the report to liberal bloggers and excluded everyone else. Or when there was a high-profile public stink of the mistakes in the report made before the program airead, and CBS went ahead and broadcast it anyway. Or where a CBS insider reassured the readership of DailyKos that the anti-Bush slant of the report was “in the DNA of the project and could not be eradicated.”
Please remind me of when these incidents occurred, oh wizard. (cf. from the dog-latin Wize-arse, or “one who is smart from the bottom”)
That must be a surprise to Michael Moore.
Wouldn’t you have to say it three times? If we can trick him into saying “Ssa Sesroh” would he disappear into the 9th dimension?
Carried off on a blimp crewed by Nazi groundhogs, perchance?
With appropriate probe equipment, we can only hope.
Only when it’s expedient to do so.
The girl and the horse have an arrangement. When she’s up, they go where the horse wants to go, do what the horse wants to do, and when the horse heads back to the barn and stops, she gets off.
Then he gets toweled off, brushed, combed, smooched and is given copious amounts of sweet feed, all things that are dear to his heart. So yes, he a sweet-heart when she’s riding.
Me, I make him do stuff he doesn’t want to do and he has to actually break a sweat every now and then, so we have our little disagreements. He’s bigger and faster, I’m smarter and meaner. I have every confidence that given time, a scientific approach and intelligence will prevail over ignorance and superstition. Eventually I’ll be able to have a relaxed and enjoyable time riding that horse! (Or by god I’ll die trying!) 