Sunday, May 15, 2011

"You Want Crazy? You'll See Crazy!" Crazed NYC Hot Dog Vendor Allegedly Goes Jason Voorhees on Friday the 13th, Hacks Up Rival Hot Dog Man's Mush!











Well it is the home of "Coney Island," after all. And we've seen knife fights fought there over "turf" before. Of course, that was in the movies (1979's The Warriors -- video at bottom) and did not involve Jason Voorhees-like psychotics nor any ballpark franks. And so it is this weekend that we get this crazy story out of the Big Apple concerning a deranged dog-slinger slicing and dicing a "rival bun hustler's" melon like it was a jar of pickle relish (allegedly).

38-year-old victim Houssen Ellaboudiy (pictured 2nd from top) and his older brother Mohammed have been slingin' sausage outside of Manhattan's "tourist friendly" and therefore customer-rich Time Warner Center for the better part of a year. But new to the Center's frankfurter fencin' scene over the past week has been 36-year-old Azmy Mansour of Jersey City. Bad News.

See, it seems Azmy had a bit of a problem with the Ellaboudiy brothers already being there -- make that a big problem, with extra onions. "Frank-incensed," as the venerable New York Post put it.

Perhaps inspired by the 87 movies comprising the Friday the 13th film series (and in particular, Jason Takes Manhattan), Azmy allegedly took to carving up a lot more than just a string of hot dog links this past Friday. Brother Houssen was just beginning to "stoke the charcoal" at the Ellaboudiy brothers' hot dog stand Friday afternoon when all hell broke loose like a Kirsten Baker wilderness stroll in Part 2.



Brother Mohammed says the "crazy man" Azmy began his red hot rampage colder than a coleslaw wiener condiment -- approaching the hot dog stand and letting the expletives fly faster than ketchup packets at a White House Superbowl party (also pictured above):

"The guy [Azmy] just left his cart and said, 'F*cking move, mother f*cker! F*ck you! F*ck your lawyer!' ", recounted brother Mohammed.

Brother Houssen refused to abandon his wienerwurst station, telling the maniacal heel hound, "You're crazy, man!" But that response apparently didn't cut the mustard with hotheaded frump man Azmy, who allegedly shot back at his fellow "bun hustler": "You want crazy? You'll see crazy!"

At least the demented dog dealer was a man of his word, as he proceeded to go crazier than chili, cheese and jalapenos on a Sonic footlong (allegedly). Yep, Azmy immediately brought the "crazy" and then some all over brother Houssen's ass -- turning the brothers' little hot dog stand into Azmy's own personal butcher shop of horrors (allegedly).

Azmy couldn't get his meathooks into Houssen quick enough, brandishing a razor (lucky it wasn't a meat cleaver) that he allegedly used to "slash the face of his weiner nemesis" like it was a sauerkraut sidedish. Said brother Mohammed: "The crazy guy went for my brother -- my brother didn't go after him."

Brother Houssen is now laid up in the hospital this weekend in stable condition (with non-life threatening injuries).

As for his frenzied alleged sausage assailant Azmy -- that crazy freak may have to start carving his weiner in a different kind of shank palace, as cops have hit him up with charges of assault and criminal possession of a weapon.

We can only hope that the icehouse will serve to cool off this razor-ragin' firedog (allegedly) and teach him a thing or two about how to better "relish the competition." And he'd better hope that his roomie there is named Oscar Meyer and not Biker Danny.

http://gawker.com/5801953/two-inadvisable-ways-to-handle-an-argument
http://newyorkpost.com/p/news/local/manhattan/frank_incensed_WRbwjmIxuma2b1vCqIotPP

Friday, May 13, 2011

"You're Throwing Me in the Loony Bin?"
"Oh Maaan!" Alleged Stalker of Hottie Ivanka Trump Gets Tossed Back in the Ol' Snake Pit...






This maniac is even nuttier than a Donald Trump "birther" theory. Even loonier (if that's a word) than just about any Obama appointment (no small accomplishment).

This psycho's name is Justin Massler, and he's absolutely (and literally) "bonkers for Ivanka" -- Donald Trump's gorgeous daughter Ivanka, that is. And this crazed casanova Massler really knows how to go after a girl.

He reportedly once gifted a picture to Ivanka showing himself drenched in blood, and he also allegedly once tried to flatter Ivanka by threatening to commit suicide in her Madison Avenue jewelry joint. Quite the cuckoo's nest romantic, you might say.

But for all of his best maniacal efforts, the 28-year-old Reno, Nevada native stands accused of stalking Ivanka. And just get a load of some the deranged things this lunatic has to say!

The "wild-eyed" Massler (a diagnosed schizophrenic) was in a New York courtroom this week as he faces the specific charge that he violated an earlier court order by continuing to try to contact Ivanka. His shrinks says he's mentally unfit to stand trial, which was the issue before the judge.

And this madman Massler got the proceedings off to a nice creepy start when he was overheard proclaiming to his lawyer that "extraterrestrials were messing with his head." But this demented whack job was just getting warmed up at that point!

Next he demanded that the judge let him make a statement ("Am I not allowed to make a statement?," he needled to judge). The creep had some things to get off his chest, after all. The following "statement" ensued:

"Well, what it is, is the psychiatric system is corrupt! I'm under supernatural influence. Aliens could have been involved."

In a startling twist, "following Massler's outburst, the prosecution and defense quickly agreed with the psychiatric findings" concerning the loon's unfitness for trial.

The judge also agreed and sent Massler's batty ass right back to the bughouse at Bellevue Hospital. The judge also ruled that this psychopath "should be brought back to court in a year, unless shrinks find that he's fit for trial before then."

The funny thing is that the funny farm and Massler apparently do not mix. Rather than wanting to head back to the nuthouse, he seems to want to wet his beak with a little taste of the hoosegow instead. Silly strange brew!

Specifically, after the judge rendered his ruling, Massler spouted, "So I'm going to the psych ward?" When the judge nodded, a visibly disappointed Massler did his best impersonation of a third grader who just lost his milk money. Said Massler: "Oh, man!"

Which only reinforces the correctness of the judge's decision: Since you really know a man's bananas when he'd prefer a cold cell in the icehouse to a padded room at the booby hatch. "It's unfortunate," spouted Massler's lawyer in the understatement of the new century.

http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/manhattan/he_bonkers_for_ivanka_8ueFVSxBTQ2o0sEmZvXwsN
http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2011/05/12/2011-05-12_ivanka_trumps_accused_stalker_justin_massler_ordered_back_to_psychiatric_ward_fo.html

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Man Falls For Oldest Cannibal Pickup Line in the Book: "If You Let Me Kill You, I'll Be Sure to Eat You." Who Could Resist a Charmer Like That?





You've probably seen one or more of the current genre of "apocalypse" films -- such as The Road and The Book of Eli. There's a big nuclear war, or an asteroid hits the planet, or whatever. Point being, the world's gone to hell in a handbasket and there's hardly any food since (and cover your ears, Michelle Obama) man cannot subsist on tree bark and leaves. So you get these gangs of subhuman slimes who go around hunting humans for food. But at least they can blame the apocalypse. What's the excuse of this cannibal creep in today's news (link at bottom)?:

Cops in Switzerland say a 43-year-old sleazewad there actually took out an advertisement on the Net "seeking someone who would agreed to be killed, cooked and eaten." Even more specifically, the ad "wanted someone would would agree to be put to sleep then killed, cut up, cooked and eaten." ["Put to sleep"? Did this cannibal moonlight as a dog vet in his non-maneating hours?]

And that's not the worst part: Some perverted goof actually responded to the ad and accepted the offer! This potential "dinner guest" says he initially thought the ad and offer were little more than a kinky "macabre fantasy game" -- which apparently turned the guy on. Nothing says mass appeal, after all, better than a little macabre with some direct threats of murder and cannibalism garnished in around the edges.

But oh, those damn pesky changes of heart! The "would-be victim" says he changed his mind about the offer after he started talking in detail on the phone with the 43-year-old cannibal. It was at that point that the potential victim says he first realized the cannibal was "deadly serious" -- literally. And that's to be expected since how could one ever come to that realization by merely reading that advertisement alone?

Apparently not wanting to create one of those dreaded "jilted cannibal" situations, the potential victim didn't outright back out of the "deal" right there on the phone. Instead, he called the cops, who set up a sting operation on the 43-year-old anthropophagist.

As a part of the sting, the cops "sent in an undercover officer posing as the victim . . . to catch the suspected flesh-eater." When the cannibal realized that he wouldn't get a chance to put the cop to sleep, he reportedly turned to less humane devices -- brandishing a gun. The ensuing firefight resulted in both the cannibal and a cop being shot.

And lest there be any doubt, a cop spokesman wants to clear all of that up from the jump: "It appears the man was genuinely seeking to eat someone," confided the spokesman.

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/3574322/Come-die-with-me.html

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Deranged Right-Wingers & Loony Left-Wingers Run Amok, Seek to Form New Leftist 51st State and to Allow Students to Pack Heat in College Classrooms...




They really are devoted to this shit. When they're not busy running the country and its economy into the ground, then their primary devotion is always to turn this into a country that most of us in middle America do not know and do not want to see. And so it is on Tuesday that we get just two more insane examples of the leftist 20 percenters who control the democrat party and deranged right-winger conservatives who control the republicans going apeshit on the country's fringes. If only those fringes didn't control our two political parties. (Links at bottom).

Nothing Says the Need for Concealed Firearm Protection Quite Like a Stuffy College Classroom

Look at these right-winger republicans in Texas, led by goofwad governor Rick Perry (pictured above firing off a pistol like he was Yosemite Sam). To the deranged right-wingers, our right to bear arms (as protected by the Second Amendment) should extend to everything and with no limitations: To them, you should be allowed to carry a concealed firearm, any firearm, any damn place you want and any damn time you want to do so. Just like the old Wild West!

And so we get Texas senate republican lawmakers (with Perry's encouragement) doing their best impersonation of DC leftist 20 percenter lawmakers in 2009 and 2010 and jamming through a measure that would permit the carrying of concealed firearms in Texas college classrooms. Yep, they rammed it right on through, "attaching it to a spending bill after failing to pass it alone." Sure sounds familiar. Can you say health care monstrosity, Black Christmas and Sunday Bloody Sunday?

Of course, goof-job conservative freaks will point to isolated instances such as the Virginia Tech massacre from a few years ago as supposed justification for such a crazy measure. But what about the much more common occurrence of some deranged teen going Columbine in some secondary school? Happens all the time. So why don't we arm high schoolers and middle schoolers too? Likewise, violence much more frequently breaks out in courtrooms and at sporting events. So let's make a law saying I carry a cannon into those places as well?

This is just more out-of-touch right-wing radicalism the like of which does not play at all in middle America and only reinforces my view that while I may completely fear the leftist 20 percenters and what they want to accomplish, I've got no place in my life for the right-wingers or the party they control, either. They can feel free to go f*ck themselves just the same.

Does This Mean the 3 or 4 Non-Leftist 20 Percenters Who Live in San Francisco Can Break Off and Form Their Own 52nd State?

Also in the news Tuesday are leftist 20 percenter loons in southern Arizona who want to break away and form their own 51st state called "Baja Arizona." While they're at it, why don't they go back and re-fight the Civil War, since that was the last time that a new state (West Virginia) successfully broke off from an existing state.

Of course, this kind of talk is just as radical, stupid and crazy as when the right-wingers make noises about breaking entire states (such as Texas) completely away from the union. Wait, I've got an idea:

How about if some of us Independents here in Kansas City take a portion of midtown and break away from Kansas and Missouri and form a new state? We could call it Ragertopia. All we want is a little self-governance, after all. We don't feel our interests are being that well-represented by the deranged-right wingers of Kansas and the loony left-wingers that control Kansas City, Missouri. Give us a new state, damn it! And while you're at it, give us our two U.S. Senators!

Of course, that would be insane. Demented. Reckless. Extreme. In other words, the precise image that I wake up with every day when I look at this once-great country which I scarcely recognize any longer.

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2011/05/10/national/main20061383.shtml
http://ca.news.yahoo.com/liberals-southern-arizona-seek-form-state-130257516.html

Monday, May 9, 2011

"Maybe He Should Buy Flowers Next Time": New York Mom Goes Hardcore Wrestling Match on Dad Who Forgets Mother's Day, Clocks Him on Skull w/ Giant Pot!





Look at this poor dude on the right. He's 28-year-old Charmean Allen, and maybe he can learn a lesson from this: When a mom or baby mama says she doesn't want anything for Mother's Day or says that Mother's Day isn't a big deal, she's lying. And if you take those kinds of statements at face value, you could end up in a world of hurt. Just ask Charmean.

There's no "allegedly" about it. Charmean's baby mama Aretavia Kimbrough (also 28) came right out and admitted it to cops (link at bottom). It all started on Sunday morning, when boyfriend Charmean got a little 7:00 a.m. wakeup call from Aretavia that he wasn't quite expecting. The two have reportedly been "together" for several years and had their first child (a boy) eighth months ago.

Aretaria reportedly got Charmean's sleepy ass up early that morning and demanded to know where her Mother's Day gift was. And cops say she came armed and dangerous, holding sonny in one arm and a big cooking pot ("the kind you cook corn in") in the other. Charmean says he "immediately realized he was in trouble." Ya think?

It seems Charmean had forgotten about Mother's Day and was therefore empty handed in response to mama's inquiry. Bad move, because mama reportedly took to bashing daddy right in the head with the big pot, "leaving him with a 4-inch gash and a big lump on his head."

"I hit him with the pot, and I'm glad I did," Aretavia reporetdly spouted to the cops. Apparently, it wasn't just this isolated incident that set her off: "I've been with him for seven years, and he never bought me nothing!," she said. So when there was no gift on her first Mothers Day as a mama, that was the last straw, it appears.

Now mama may have to toss her pots around in the sort of mess hall they make you visit three times a day when you're not in your cell. That's because when cops showed up at the apartment, they busted Aretavia and took the "crazed-looking" woman to the can even though Charmean did not want to press any charges against his baby mama. She now faces domestic violence charges.

And it seems that mama's little stay in the freezer really messed up her old man's Mother's Day intentions. He now says that he really did plan to get her gifts and take her out that day, but he's been foiled: "I was going to get her balloons and candy and take her to dinner. But I can't take her to dinner because the police aren't releasing her."

As for the loving couple: It could be Splitsville. Said daddy: "She has a little bit of a temper, I'd say. This is probably the end for us." But somehow I doubt that. Not after all that talk about taking mama out and showering her with gifts once she gets out the hoosegow. And forget the balloons and candy: It sounds to me like the very first gift should be a brand new cooking pot.

http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/staten_island/mother_daze_for_pop_after_lover_wbLBC2SIsneFCjL5ubv5GM

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Granny Gamut: Grandmas Allegedly Get Taken For Ride At Funeral Parlor, Graveyard & On Match.com, But Take Revenge in the Motor City...





It's a bad weekend to be a female senior citizen. Or a good weekend, depending on your perspective. The lessons learned: Pick your funeral parlor, your graveyard, and your online love interests very carefully. And if you see any old hags looking like Granny Clampett and running around in Detroit wearing a hat, then real quick-like make a beeline the hell out of there.



Grandma Got Screwed Over By a Funeral Parlor & Graveyard (Allegedly)

He just wanted to lay Granny to rest with some dignity. But instead of a graceful exit to Heaven, Granny got detoured through funeral parlor and graveyard hell (allegedly). That's why Granny's son (Byron Morrow, whom I'll call Sonny) has sued the Taylor funeral parlor and Mount Hope cemetery in Chicago over Granny's "humiliating burial." First off, I want to know who was running these joints, anyway -- Paul Bearer and The Undertaker?



Things got off to a rough start almost from the beginning. Sonny alleges that the funeral parlor first screwed up the embalming of Granny. Imagine going to your grandma's wake and taking a gander inside the casket. She looks so peaceful. They've really made her look good.

But wait. What's that dripping sound? Wait. What's that brown liquid leaking from her skull!?! Jesus! That's formaldehyde! Good God, it wreaks! Where's the damn exit?

Sure enough, that's exactly what Sonny is alleging in the lawsuit: That the zany undertaker at the funeral parlor "improperly embalmed" Granny, "leaving brown liquid leaking from her skull." But at that point, these guys were just getting warmed up and having a "Hell of a Time" (allegedly).



You see, Granny was a rather large woman. There be 230 pounds of Granny, to be precise (not including embalming fluid, although most of that probably leaked out).

So Granny was going to need a (1) super-sized sarcophagus and (2) an extra-large grave site. No problem on the first count. The funeral parlor reportedly rebounded from the scalp-spewing incident and hooked up Granny pretty well on the oversized casket front. But then there was also the little matter of the grave site.

At the graveyard for the funeral, "the grave site ended up being too small for the oversize casket," alleges Sonny. But the Mount Hope cemetery wasn't going to let a little detail like that derail things.

Instead, they allegedly tried to jam the big coffin into the tiny burial space like it was a health care bill on Sunday Bloody Sunday -- which didn't do the coffin or Granny (or America) any favors. Specifically, Sonny alleges that "the gravesite ended up being too small for the oversize casket, and ended up being damaged in an attempt to force it into the grave." That's more offensive than Grandma Sarah herself:



Claiming the family "was humiliated and insulted" as a result of the alleged negligence of the funeral parlor and cemetery, Sonny's lawsuit is looking for over 50 grand in damages. No word yet whether they left Granny jammed down in that little grave or whether she got new death digs somewhere else.

This Grandma Got Run Over by a Slimeball

A different Granny was just looking for a little online love. So the 54-year-old New Zealander hit up Match.com and was quickly "winked" by a "kindly, bearded gentleman" whose profile said he was 55 years old. And "there was something different about this man."





Granny liked that the dude was "down to earth" and wasn't a "fancy" pants. Granny and the man started exchanging e-mails and talking on the phone. He told her sob stories about his ex-wife breaking his heart, his daughter dying, and spending every Valentine's Day at the graveyard.

He also says he's about to retire and open up his own "high end" jewelry joint, but first he's got to go to London on business. Then come the wild stories. He starts to Talk Turkey -- tells her that on his way back, he's stopped off in Dubai to buy diamonds worth $1.9 million for his new jewelry store.



Then the guy claims he got robbed by Somalian gangsters, who took his watch and briefcase (apparently having no interests in the diamonds). He tells Granny that his bank accounts have also been frozen, and so he needs some dough to pay the duty on the diamonds. Granny wires him her entire savings account -- $5400.

Then the guy needs some more money to have a company transfer the diamonds back to New Zealand. He says he is not allowed to carry them himself "because it is too much of a security risk." (This guy has an answer for everything -- nothing Lazy about his Song).



But by now Granny is starting to get suspicious. She calls the man's New Zealand phone number, and it's been disconnected, and the home which is his listed address has been sold. Turns out the guy and everything about him was a fake.

Cops says there's nothing they can do for Granny. While I find that a little difficult to believe, the real wrath here should be aimed at the scuzbucket who took Granny to the cleaners.

Only the most rotten and sleazy creep would try to scam a grandmother through a dating site. Whomever this guy was, I'm certain he's got a reservation waiting in that underground diamond mine that burns 1000 degrees year round.



Grannies Strike Back in Motown!

You can only push these grannies around for so long before they start to push back. Cops in Detroit are on the trail of a gang of Grannies known as the "Mad Hatters" (pictured at the very top from surveillance photos).

The calling card of these five Grannies is that they nearly always wear "hats of various colors and shapes" when they steal money, checks and credit cards from distracted shoppers from one side of Detroit Rock City to the other.



And the take for this little Senior Syndicate has been incredible. Cops estimate the Grannies' "ill-gotten bounty may approach $500,000"! The Grannies reportedly use the checks and credit cards to get as much money as they can out of the bank and also to purchase merchandise.

Cops "surmise that the genial appearance" of the Grannies "is helping them to pull off the caper." Put another way, "shoppers, banks and retailers tend not to suspect that the grandmotherly woman in a floppy white hat standing in front of them is a cold-hearted crook."

Why take the risk of knocking over a gas station or pulling a bank job, after all, when you can just swipe your score from the purse of Gretchen Soccer Mom while she tries to decide between the bratwurst and the braunschweiger. No weapons, no violence, no small p-o-t-a-t-o-e(-s).



Now if the Mad Hatter Grannies could just go Robin Hood and turn over some of that "bounty" to repay the Kiwi Granny who's out her savings and to compensate the family of the Chicago granny who got jammed into the ground with a leaky melon (allegedly): Hell, the Mad Hatters would still have almost $450,000 left over!



Saturday, May 7, 2011

Friday, May 6, 2011

Burn Victims: Marlon Brando Lams It with Liz & Jacko As the Big Apple, the Flag & Jay Carney Burn...








You just never know what the hell I'm going to talk about on a particular day. Today striking my interest were tales of (1) Pakistanis burning American flags on the streets, (2) slimeball democrat party operatives shitting all over White House press secretary Jay Carney, and (3) an incredible new account of Marlon Brando, Liz Taylor and Michael Jackson driving cross-country to escape New York City on 9/11. And there actually is a loose connection between the three: Osama Bin Laden and 9/11.

(And with those topics in mind, a nod today to the excellent news aggregator website Drudge Report, even if Drudge is a deranged right-winger who slants his site to the far right. So oftentimes, he provides the link, and I just take it from there -- much like today.)

Let's see -- Where To Begin?!?

"First the Tears, Now the Anger"

A truly hilarious site to behold has been Pakistan the past few days, as at first most of the nation actually grieved the death of Osama Bin Laden! No word yet whether their mourning involved chants of, "Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind"...



I mean, just take a gander at those two cryin' goofwads up above shedding tears over that terrorist sleazejacket...



I'll just come right out with it: I don't care what your religion is -- if you shed tears over the death of a subhuman piece of shit such as Bin Laden, then you're no different from him. You're the kind of person who would have mourned Hitler and Stalin's deaths. If the subhuman shoe fits, wear it.

Then Thursday, the grief boiled over into anger! Look out! You know what that means, don't you? Of course -- the obligatory American flag burning across Pakistan. "Burn It to the Ground"...



You know, the people in these Islamic countries really could use a huge dose of originality. The flag burning stuff is so 1979 (much like the current state of America, truth be told).

And I'm not just being a wiseacre over here: I have seen muslims burning American flags so many times now over the years that the impact has long since worn off. It's kind of like allegations of bias in the media: Yawn me a damn river after ya cry me one!

And one final set of thoughts before we leave Bin Laden dead, buried and down there sleeping with the fishes like Luka Brassi (hopefully for good, but something tells me...):



By all accounts, there appears to be the very real probability that the Navy Seals captured an unarmed Bin Laden and then executed him in cold blood. Hey, I got no real problem with that. The scuz deserved it.

But can you just imagine the uproar from the leftist 20 percenters if that idiot W Bush had presided over such an operation? They'd be out in the streets burning American flags themselves!

But since a democrat party member is in the White House, the leftist 20 percenters instead try to defend what happened and trumpet Obama's praises. Hypocrites (as always -- and no different than the republicans). Anyway, enough already about Bin Laden! I'm moving on...

Amazing How the Leftist 20 Percenters Promote Their Slimes But Shit On Their Few Decent Members

I'm intrigued by the account this week of democrat party operatives trashing the performance of new White House press secretary Jay Carney -- primarily based on the troubles he had giving coherent answers to media questions about the muddled facts of the Bin Laden murder. Cutting through the bullshit, here's what they're basically saying: Oh, for the good ol' days when we had a much better liar named Robert Gibbs up there!



Here's how it is: Gibbs was a lying, disingenuous piece of trash. (BTW, hit me, someone, please with the cliche about how since I'm an Independent, I never take any real positions).

In fact, given their similar portly appearances and similar snake-like voices and demeanors, I've always wondered if Gibbs is the long-lost son of sleazy GOP operative Karl Rove. (Let's send Katie Couric to investigate, since she'll soon have plenty of time on her so-called "journalistic" hands).

Gibbs truly was little more than a Propaganda Minister for His Majesty in much the same vein as notorious propaganda ministers of the past from totalitarian regimes. Goebbels? No (not nearly as smart). But Baghdad Bob? That just about nails it. A complete boob, a stooge, a flunky, and a bully. ("I say to you, cat-e-gor-ic-ally, there are no Americans in da Bagdad."):



Jay Carney is no Robert Gibbs. His stuttering and stammering over Bin Laden murder questions should mostly be chalked up to him receiving a lack of concrete and consistent facts from The Boss.

It's been widely reported that Carney (unlike Gibbs) does not have personal access to Obama. He gets all of his info and marching orders second, third or fourth hand or worse. Too often, the White House is sending him out there with conflicting facts in his head and with a gun having no ammunition. Talk about an impossible position -- one that I wouldn't touch "Till the World Ends."



Carney too strikes me as being the sort of guy whom you wouldn't mind knowing in real life. From what I know about him, he passes my "next door neighbor" test, while very few leftist 20 percenters (or right-winger republicans, for that matter) ever do. Would I want Robert Gibbs or Obama living next to me? No thank you. Those cats approach me on the street and try to shake my hand -- I'm running the other direction. I'm funny like that when it comes to lying sacks of shit.

So you want to shit all over someone, democrat party operatives? How about you shit on Obama himself. That would be well deserved. Much more so than Carney. And it might just entice Hillary to make a run next year (Lord help us).

But Good Grief, get a load of all this: Me defending the damn White House press secretary! Must be a full moon tonight.

Brando Made Liz & Jacko Pull Over Every Hour For Eats!

Is this what they call in the TV News business a "kicker"? Regardless: He made them an offer they couldn't refuse. Who would refuse it? 9/11 had just gone down and everyone in NYC who wasn't a local was looking to get the hell out of there.



I can recall co-workers who were there at the time getting in the first rental car they could find and hightailin' it right down I-80 and I-70 towards Missouri. No flights for many days, remember?

So it comes as no real shocker to me to read (see the "Express" link at bottom) that two all time American pop culture icons -- Elizabeth Taylor and Michael Jackson -- joined up in a car with a third icon -- Marlon Brando -- to make a beeline by car straight out of the Big Apple after 9/11 hit.

Taylor and Jackson, of course, were longtime close friends. The story goes that Brando entered the equation because he (like Taylor) was in the City That Never Sleeps to watch a Jackson concert on September 10, 2001. Jackson and Brando were reportedly staying at the same hotel, while Taylor was in a different one.

One funny part of the story is that the threesome's 500-mile drive (which ended in some mysterious location in Ohio) appears to have played out like a sequel to Driving Miss Daisy. Brando and Jacko did all the driving, likely with Liz doing her best Miss Werthan impersonation in the backseat.



My question is just how safe was Liz back there? You can't tell me that Brando or Jacko -- being the celebrity gods that they were -- hardly ever drove an automobile in their lives after maybe their early 20's. Hell, it would come as no surprise to me to learn that neither even had drivers licenses.

And can you just imagine what some of the conversations must have been in that car? Conjures up images of Jackson twisting Brando's arm to launch into his Don Corleone character from Godfather I and (in parody) in The Freshman. ("C'mon, Marlon, just one 'You can act like a man!'").



Brando may have ultimately given in to Jackson's prodding, but I bet only if Jacko delivered a personal rendition of "Billie Jean" right there in the car along with a free moonwalk at the next exit. And I bet the two of them tag-teamed Liz for details on some juicy Richard Burton romps!



One thing we know did happen, as would be very expected: The "rotund" Brando (a nice way of putting it) reportedly annoyed the holy hell out of his two fellow carpoolers by constantly wanting to stop at fast food joints to get his grub on!

And I can see why Brando was the big movie star up there, while I'm just little Joe Missouri down here: You see, I'm a White Castle, McDonald's and Taco Bell man myself. Brando? KFC and Burger King, baby! Forced Liz & Jacko to stop at every single one they came across! Man, I wish just once I could roll like those Hollywood types!



http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/news/tobyyoung/100086530/jay-carney-is-floundering-under-pressure-say-washington-insiders/