Your Meme-ish song of the day

Take one weird looking person, singing about something equally weird, add a little bit of autotune, and you have...

SUNNYD AND RUM (Remix)



(Sorry if you're reading this in an RSS reader, you get this post twice. For some reason blogger posted three posts I had scheduled, all at once. -ED)

895

I'm about to pass 900 posts.

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In only slightly related news, I'm still job hunting.

Unlocalled Local Politics.

Reading MArooned and Weer'd Beard, I get a nice perspective on their Governor, Deval Patrick, that I wouldn't get otherwise, since I'm so far west.  So when I hear that he might actually be good for something, I can grin wider than most of the other people in my state.  Hopefully Romney will get knocked down and stay down.  He's even worse than Newt.  Dumb RINO's.

The future...

Here's your pessimistic prediction of the day, direct from my friend the history major.

• None of our so called "leaders" can figure out how to balance a budget.

• Within the next few years the US goes bankrupt and gets bailed out by China, because if we go down we're taking them with us.

• China only gives us the money if we cut back spending A LOT--no more military, and austerity measures that make Greece look like fun and games.

I tried to get him to make a prediction beyond that, but he wouldn't give me any.  But with forced cuts in spending (read: more unhappy unions) and forced tax raises (read: more unhappy tea partiers), I challenge you to draw your own conclusions.


And while I don't particularly like his prediction, I could certainly see it happening.  I would rather we do self-imposed austerity measures, without the military cuts, while we still can.  But I'm also thinking that thinking that is a lost cause.

The Brady Bunch AND YOU

Sean has a nice list of what the Brady Bunch wants. You should check it out and remember it.

Unfortunately, "Μολὼν λαβέ" wont help you out if you want to buy a new gun.

...The Song of the Temperance UUUUNNNIIIIOOON!!!!

I have no idea how authentically prohibition this song is--I think maybe it started out as a temperance song but the ridiculous lyrics were added by people poking fun at them.

"We never eat cookies, because they have yeast.
One bit of that turns a man to a beast!
Can you imagine a sadder disgrace,
Then a man in the gutter, with crumbs on his face?"

Here's a verse I made up for those modern prohibitionists, the Gun-Controller Rights-Restrictors:

"We never will carry a gun like a Glock,
They who would defend themselves should be hit with a rock!
O can you imagine blood soaking the streets?
All the grandmas and children quiv'ring under their sheets."

See? It's easy! Got any others? I'll post them if you leave one in the comments.