Thursday, October 01, 2009
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
New Species of Giant Rat
http://www.internetweekly.org/2009/09/cartoon_giant_rat_found_beckus_dickheadus.html
Papua New Guinea (IWR Satire) - A new species of giant rat, one of the largest and ugliest ever found, has been discovered deep in the jungle of Papua New Guinea.
The rat, which has no fear of white humans, measures 6 feet long, placing it among the largest species of rat known anywhere in the world.
The creature (Beckus Dickheadus) was discovered by an expedition team filming the BBC program - "Lost Land of the Volcano Nazis".
Like the other exotic racist species, the rat is believed to live within the Mount Bosavi crater, and nowhere else except perhaps on Fox News.
"Beckus Dickheadus is one of the world's largest rats. It is a true rat, the same kind you find in the city sewers," says Dr Alto Sax, a mammalogist based at the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History who accompanied the BBC expedition team.
http://www.internetweekly.org/2009/09/cartoon_giant_rat_found_beckus_dickheadus.html
Papua New Guinea (IWR Satire) - A new species of giant rat, one of the largest and ugliest ever found, has been discovered deep in the jungle of Papua New Guinea.
The rat, which has no fear of white humans, measures 6 feet long, placing it among the largest species of rat known anywhere in the world.
The creature (Beckus Dickheadus) was discovered by an expedition team filming the BBC program - "Lost Land of the Volcano Nazis".
Like the other exotic racist species, the rat is believed to live within the Mount Bosavi crater, and nowhere else except perhaps on Fox News.
"Beckus Dickheadus is one of the world's largest rats. It is a true rat, the same kind you find in the city sewers," says Dr Alto Sax, a mammalogist based at the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History who accompanied the BBC expedition team.
Friday, September 04, 2009
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Thursday, July 30, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
JOHN YOO PUNKED IN HIS OWN LAW CLASS BY COMEDY GROUP
http://www.commondreams.org/further/2009/07/18-0
In this video, a satirical comedy group from Australia called the Chasers, confronts torture lawyer John Yoo during one of his recent classes at Berkeley. With a black hood over his head, the unidentified man stands on his chair, outstreches his arms and asks the professor, “How long can I be required to stand here ’til it counts as torture?”
Rather than respond, Yoo simply apologizes for having to end class. As he grabs his stuff and prepares to leave, the Chaser says, “If this is awkward for you, it’s very uncomfortable for me. I can tell you.”
http://www.commondreams.org/further/2009/07/18-0
In this video, a satirical comedy group from Australia called the Chasers, confronts torture lawyer John Yoo during one of his recent classes at Berkeley. With a black hood over his head, the unidentified man stands on his chair, outstreches his arms and asks the professor, “How long can I be required to stand here ’til it counts as torture?”
Rather than respond, Yoo simply apologizes for having to end class. As he grabs his stuff and prepares to leave, the Chaser says, “If this is awkward for you, it’s very uncomfortable for me. I can tell you.”
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I Want YOO Out Of The Legal Profession
Originally posted April 9, 2008
What Did Yoo Do?
(Sung to the tune of "How Do You Do?" by Mouth & McNeil)
Satire targeting the infamous "Torture Memos" written in 2001 and 2003 to give President George Dubya Bush illegal "war-time powers" by former Deputy Assistant Attorney General John Yoo, using tortured legal reasoning to sanction torture while violating the U.S. Constitution and the Geneva Conventions.
[Sorry, no MIDI music is available]
(instrumental intro)
Bush said, "What I want to do... is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
Chorus:
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(instrumental break)
Bush said, "What I want to do is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Originally posted April 9, 2008
What Did Yoo Do?
(Sung to the tune of "How Do You Do?" by Mouth & McNeil)
Satire targeting the infamous "Torture Memos" written in 2001 and 2003 to give President George Dubya Bush illegal "war-time powers" by former Deputy Assistant Attorney General John Yoo, using tortured legal reasoning to sanction torture while violating the U.S. Constitution and the Geneva Conventions.
[Sorry, no MIDI music is available]
(instrumental intro)
Bush said, "What I want to do... is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
Chorus:
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(instrumental break)
Bush said, "What I want to do is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Monday, May 11, 2009
Some things should never be cloned
Original written on August 18, 2001
Click HERE for MIDI music:
They'll Never Clone A Duh-Buh-You
(Sung to the tune of "I'll Never Find Another You" by The Seekers)
(instrumental intro)
Shrub is going nowhere.
He cannot understand.
That he'll be gone one day,
Then he won't rule this land.
Cloning people's quite an idea.
Just watch out what they do.
Let's make sure they'll never clone a Duh-Buh-You.
Shrub's the Always Dumb One.
Just hear the things he'll say.
Do not heed this Dumb One.
Boot him Election Day.
He could screw the whole world over,
Before his reign is through.
Let's make sure they'll never clone a Duh-Buh-You.
Took a long, long, journey
To Crawford, to hide.
Shrub can't walk through the storm...
Without his guide (Dick's his guide).
Bush's family fortune
Can't measure Shrub at all.
He could lose power tomorrow,
And watch his regime fall.
"In '04, I'll lose," the Shrub fears,
"I don't know what to do."
Let's make sure they'll never clone a Duh-Buh-You.
A Duh-Buh-You... A Duh-Buh-You.
Original written on August 18, 2001
Click HERE for MIDI music:
They'll Never Clone A Duh-Buh-You
(Sung to the tune of "I'll Never Find Another You" by The Seekers)
(instrumental intro)
Shrub is going nowhere.
He cannot understand.
That he'll be gone one day,
Then he won't rule this land.
Cloning people's quite an idea.
Just watch out what they do.
Let's make sure they'll never clone a Duh-Buh-You.
Shrub's the Always Dumb One.
Just hear the things he'll say.
Do not heed this Dumb One.
Boot him Election Day.
He could screw the whole world over,
Before his reign is through.
Let's make sure they'll never clone a Duh-Buh-You.
Took a long, long, journey
To Crawford, to hide.
Shrub can't walk through the storm...
Without his guide (Dick's his guide).
Bush's family fortune
Can't measure Shrub at all.
He could lose power tomorrow,
And watch his regime fall.
"In '04, I'll lose," the Shrub fears,
"I don't know what to do."
Let's make sure they'll never clone a Duh-Buh-You.
A Duh-Buh-You... A Duh-Buh-You.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
What's Up?! Who Threw Shoes At Me?
(Sung to the tune of "Wake Up, Little Susie" by The Everly Brothers
Click HERE for MIDI music
As sung by President George W. Bush at his infamous December 14, 2008 press conference in Baghdad:
What's up?! Who threw shoes at me? What's up?
What's up?! Who threw shoes at me? What's up?
I'm here to give a speech.
What's up?! Why am I within reach?
Who's that shoe thrower? I had to duck; security's been breached!
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
What's up, who threw shoes at me? Hell...
I'm gonna leave a mess for Obama
I'm gonna leave this mess of a war
I'm gonna leave, but our troops will stay...
Don't keep score!
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
What's up, who threw shoes at me? Hell...
I hope Obama doesn't bash me again
And say, "Bush Baby, looks like he goofed again."
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
I want to go home.
What's up, who threw shoes at me? What's up?!
What's up, who threw shoes at me? What's up?!
Iraq War isn't so hot; we're losin' much of what we had got.
The cost is steep for risks I took; my reputation is shot.
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
What's up, who threw shoes at me? Hell...
I'm gonna leave a mess for Obama
I'm gonna leave this mess of a war
I'm gonna leave, but our troops will stay...
Don't keep score!
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
(fade out)
Friday, March 20, 2009
Rush Limbaugh (an American folk song)
Lyrics and music by 333maxwell (Chas Holman)
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=7442774&q=hi&newref=1
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, tell us what to do
So many enthralled with the venom you spew
Mix hatred with bigots and see what you brew
And the people you reach most they haven't a clue
CHORUS:
There's a special place for you
Hell's too cold for what you do
And all the mistruths you have told
Won't get you back the soul you've sold
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, always on the right
The mothers who listen send their kids to fight
In two foreign wars which you seem to delight
And the doves will be bled by the hawks you incite.
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, you're safe in your booth
And the lies that you cast some digest as the truth
One gets what they give but you get what you take
When things are their worst the more money you make
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, addicted to pills
And preaches to others about others ills
The more he's exposed the more he sedates
The calmer things are the more he gets irate
Lyrics and music by 333maxwell (Chas Holman)
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=7442774&q=hi&newref=1
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, tell us what to do
So many enthralled with the venom you spew
Mix hatred with bigots and see what you brew
And the people you reach most they haven't a clue
CHORUS:
There's a special place for you
Hell's too cold for what you do
And all the mistruths you have told
Won't get you back the soul you've sold
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, always on the right
The mothers who listen send their kids to fight
In two foreign wars which you seem to delight
And the doves will be bled by the hawks you incite.
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, you're safe in your booth
And the lies that you cast some digest as the truth
One gets what they give but you get what you take
When things are their worst the more money you make
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, addicted to pills
And preaches to others about others ills
The more he's exposed the more he sedates
The calmer things are the more he gets irate
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