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It is now halftime in Game 7 of the “most anticipated” NBA Finals in years. The score is 40-34. Boston is winning, but that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that the Lakers and Celtics, the two most decorated teams in the history of the sport, have laid a stale, constipated turd on the heads of American basketball fans for the past week and a half.
Missouri police terrorize a family and murder their pets over a “small amount of marijuana.” Your tax dollars at work.
A 92-year old farmer and his son set themselves on fire yesterday in protest of a forced sale of their land to Chinese authorities. As reported by the Shanghai Daily, the bulldozer operators respectfully delayed their demolition for two full hours, and then proceeded to tear down the farm once the corpses had been fully extinguished.
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Why, yes, sir, I am a jackass.
From Droogie at Daily Kos comes a new and exciting competition (we here at The Mep Report take no obvious position on the content herein. You’ll all just have to read between the lines for yourselves…):
The Out-Dick Jim Bunning Contest!
So, here’s a few of the things I’ve done over the past few days to prove my dick credentials, in my ongoing efforts to out-dick Jim Bunning.
Don’t think the moral lines are being blurred by those asked to go to war for the ideals of torturing people born in a different place?
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Today is the third anniversary of the events of 1-31. Given this country’s continuing reactions to awkward underwear incendiaries, and enthusiasm for perpetual war, I think it’s as relevant as ever.
Here’s a little ditty that perfectly encapsulates this last week — whether one is referencing the markets, the economy at large, the craptastic weather, the Activist Supreme Court trying to bring about the Corpapocalypse, or the tragic conclusion to the football career of Brett Fav-Re. Good times.
Having returned to the land of over-inflated egos and passive-aggressive mockery, I feel compelled to post a summary of the Network-Killing-Debacle going on at NBC right now.
A story of wrangling, wrestling, and love in Texas.
As we’ve learned from his prolific action movie career, the Governator doesn’t take anyone’s guff. Ever.
That’s why it was hilariously reminiscent of my Ultraviolent 90s Cinema upbringing when the San Fransisco Chronicle revealed that Arnie intentionally hid an F-bomb in a letter explaining a recent veto…
