WikiLeaks: The Discord Makes Stuff Up!

WikiLeaks: The Discord Makes Stuff Up!

CyberSpace—Julian Assange has unleashed his next wave of devastation and this time it’s personal.  His latest WikiLeaks dump reveals a bevy of unethical journalistic behavior over at the popular e-zine, The Daily Discord.  The dump shows an epidemic of invented news events, fictitious sources, and fabricated letters to the editor.

“Bullshit!” responded CEO Pierce Winslow. “We don’t even have an editor.  Assange is dead! Dead! I’ll bend him into a little stool pigeon pretzel and feed him to Dick Cheney.  Well, a no-salt version, of course, due to our former VP’s blood pressure.”

When asked if there was any truth to the sea of allegations, Winslow said, “Hell no.  I don’t think Assange used a condom for this one either, nor any lubricant.”

Winslow then released the hounds, the flying monkeys, and the seven plagues of Egypt, before issuing a dire warning, “Doesn’t Assange realize that finding out what the government is up to is just how Nazi Germany started?”

Discord to Flush All Toilet Humor

L. Wolfe

The Daily Discord has ordered a freeze on any further adolescent humor on this site.   Toilet humor, inappropriate pranks, and hurtful juvenile gags are all hereby eradicated from this e-zine.  Evolution is real, so surely this fine publication can evolve as well.  But with this proclamation comes a warning, for if it does not improve in this area, I will no longer be a regular contributor (Pthtthhht).  Oh come on!  Edit that out, Winslow.  Damn you!

“We are of one mind with Mr. Wolfe on this one,” said CEO Pierce Winslow.  “We pledge to end adolescent humor on our site, in all of its nefarious forms.  We really need to curb future usage of fart jokes, fecal matter, breast (or breastises), obscene bodily functions, and other forms of adolescent humor in order to maintain a higher level of journalistic integrity.  This is part of why Zano has been given his notice.  These moves are all part of our New Deal.  Take the Ghetto Shaman,” added Winslow.  

When asked how he would like to finish that thought, he said, “I did.  I meant, take him.  He’s a drunken bum and I’m tired of paying the bail bondsmen to get him out of the Pokey.”

Discord contributor, Pokey McDooris, was unavailable for comment.

“We want our blog, e-zine thingie to be more like The Waltons…on acid,” said the Ghetto Shaman.  When questioned about his own raunchy take on enlightenment, such as his Tao of Skullfucking, the Shaman responded with a wet raspberry.  “And you can quote me on that, bitch.”

The Discord’s comedic ranking system (CRS) has placed us on about the 13-yr old humor scale.  We are concerned, if we fall any lower on this scale, all smell will break loose.

“We could lose our current audience in favor of the pre-teen crowd, or tweens, or on particularly bad days, toddlers.  And let’s face it, our youth are flat broke these days.  We can’t afford to cut into our funding stream at this point.

The Discord believes they have found a successful comedic formula—something between PG-13 and X that maximizes our audience base.

“At the end of the day, we really are a family oriented humor site,” continued Winslow.  “Minus the occasional skullfucking.   Where else can a 13-year old boy and his 30-something dad go on the internet these days and enjoy some quality time together?  Sure, they could find some other websites to peruse when mom’s not around, but, frankly, we represent the edge of appropriateness (EOA).”

When asked if this was just another publicity stunt, Winslow stated, “A what?  No, we’re committed to carrying this through.  We need to start somewhere and while some folks may say ‘the cat’s out of the bag’ or ‘it’s like closing the barn door when the horses are already gone’, we’d like to say ‘we’ll keep our barn door wide open in hopes that the pussy will return.’” 

When asked about the future of the Discord under this adolescent humor freeze, Winslow said, “We expect it will expand our audience base globally.  For example, China and India have huge potential.  Just last month we got six hits from Mumbai!  We’re quite sure there are plenty of degenerates over there we still haven’t reached.  If we can capture just a small fraction of those sick bastards, look out Onion!  By the way, Humor Links has us rated higher than The Onion under Spoof News.  But we don’t like to brag….THE FUCK WE DON’T!  Oh, we also don’t like to curse anymore.  TO HECK WE DON’T, BITCHES.”

Ahhh….we’re a work in progress.  Well, there you have it, folks, right from the horse’s mouth.  This is L. Wolfe signing off from— (Pththhhtht).  Damn you, Winslow!

Apple to Unleash the iPud

Apple to Unleash the iPud

Cupertino, CA—Apple Computer, Inc is at it again, folks.  They are very excited to announce the release of their new sex-life enhancement module, the iPud.  You too can now download music, play video games, and bang as many hos as you want—all with just a click!  It’s duel action, which means…well, since we’re Geek Squad types, we don’t really know what that means, but we’re sure you’ll figure it out. 

The iPud also comes with GPS capability, so you’ll always know just where the fuck you are.  And, for our senior citizens—otherwise known as Discord staffers—consider the cash you’ll save on Viagra.  Turn your software into hardware with just a touch of a screen.  Use your own God-given apparatus or tag your teammate, the iPud, for endless hours of binary boinking.  You will never need an expansion card to download ever again! And, no matter where you stick your iPud, it can still check email, take photos, and text.  Caution: texting while driving is illegal in most orifices. 

Order your iPud today!  …void where prohibiPud.

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Dear Ghetto Shaman,

I read your article Malt Liquor Mindfulness and, all I can say is, what the hell, dude?  Really?  There’s nothing logical or scientific or spiritual about your approach to enlightenment.   Not remotely.

Joey V.

Seattle, WA

Dear John,

Nonsense, I use the scientific method quite rigorously by applying geophysical and biomagnetic concepts to my binge drinking.  Have you ever heard of the Ainu people of Asia and their great Bear Festival? Well, instead of sacrificing a bear, I just transcended one letter to include the plant spirits of hops and barely.  More is explained in my latest masterpiece: Bud Lightenment: Hemp, Hops and Hotties.

The Ghetto Shaman

Pennsylvanian Women Swept Away by Aliens

Dave Atsals

Central, PA—It seems my region of Pennsyltucky has been invaded by aliens.  Not men from Mars, not arsenic-thriving Mono Lake Monsters, not illegal aliens from Mexico.  These are the most nefarious invaders of em’ all, Southern Gas Workers.

The heart of Pennsylvania is, apparently, rich with gas deposits—not the Pokey McDooris variety, the more harnassable kind (sorry).  At first, all was well as people in my rural-type community were getting paid close to a thousand dollars an acre just to sign away the gas rights to their land.  Of course, if anyone struck gas a percentage of profits would be earned as well.  This added a short term boom to the local economy, which I personally capitalized on by downing plenty of gas co. funded beer.

“I hear tell you got your gas check, farmer Fred.  How about buying another round there, Sparky?” 

You see, most large land lots around here typically have a 300 dollar hunting cabin or trailer parked on them, which you can’t see from the road through their auto graveyards, of course, but they’re there all right, theoretically.  But now local farmers and families with land were carrying around wads of cash for the first time since the first Yuengling deposits were discovered in the Appalachians.  Just imagine people with names like Sheepy, Beef, and Scooper walking around with rolls of Benjamins.  It certainly helped out the local jerky and beer entrepreneurs.

Small groups of men then started coming into the area to set up testing devices to apparently check where underground gas deposits were located (the readings on Pokey’s ass were off the chart).  I actually believe this whole thing is a farce.  Most of these guys are Texans here to scout out our women.  They must have somehow discovered our secret.  You see, most of the women around here are pretty good looking, approachable, and many are about as complicated as bubble gum machines, although mine usually ends up rolling around the floor a lot.  The gum balls…what did you think I was talking about?  Find another metaphor, Winslow, I’m a busy man. 

Then the drilling started on every front.  We’re back to gas again, geesh, perverts.  Workers showed up by the hundreds, digging gas lines, destroying roads, polluting water, driving up rental rates to the point normal people can no longer afford apartments, and most importantly they were drilling, yep—wait for it—our women folk.

Now when I say that some women around here are kinda…well, there’s two types, over easy and hard boiled.  So, to a 6’2″ good looking, skinny, hard labor muscular, smooth talking, money to blow, southern accented, gas worker type, it’s like shooting dish in a—I could use another one of them metaphors, Winslow.  Thanks. 

Unfortunately I’m a short, middle-aged, beer-bellied, over-hyphen-using, balding-fella without the burden of anything resembling political correctness, which is why we can have this frank discussion today.  AKA, I’m only a little bit better looking than the average Discordian. Oh, and easy, to me, means shelling out cash by the pint, and then picking up the room tab over at the Super 8. 

These southern aliens are harvesting our women by the droves, and pitching woo with them at every bar, motel, and traveling camper around.  They’re taking them to fancy Hotels to do their adulterous coitusessness.  Even with their stocked wallets, Beef and Sheepy don’t stand a chance.  Dave Atsals and his Operation Motel 8 plan can forget it.

These aliens are alone, and lonely even though many left their wives and kids to move to these rural “boom” towns.  Booms happen here now when someone F’s up.  These are decidedly worse than the Pokey McDooris variety.  Wife and kids at home apparently do not bother their local single women expedi-tit-ions.  That’s a pun; they happen. Damn a semi colon now too.  I better wrap this up.  Bottom line, we normal fellas, even ones with extreme wit and e-zine-blogging prowess, are shit out of luck. 

But I have a plan—a sneak attack of sorts.  It involves a one way bus ticket to Texas.  I hear the women there are lonely and their husbands are sending them lots of money home.  See you at the Motel 8.  We’ll leave the light on for ya.

Supreme Being Riled by Wikileaks!

Supreme Being Riled by Wikileaks!

Heaven, HVN—The Wikileaked documents continue to mount up as few remain unscathed from this major security breech from hell…apparently, even hell.  One exchange is an email between Satan and God, wherein Satan makes fun of God.

“Look who plays me in movies, De Niro, Walken, the list goes on and on—who do you got, George Burns, hah?!” 

God then responded by saying, “Two words, bitch, Morgan Freeman!”

The email that is getting most of the attention, however, is a note from God to himself, which lays out his big plan in three steps:  

  1. Eden Eject: Create the snake and the woman just to be sure.
  2. Operation Guilt: Send a son, who is actually me in disguise, in the hopes of one day being in a Mel Gibson movie.
  3. Operation Shaft: Somewhere around 2010 start fucking with Haiti (just becuase).

“There are several astounding revelations in this email,” said Christian scholar Timothy Andrews.  “Not the least of which is God’s complete inability to utilize spell check.”

“Obviously there’s a lot we don’t understand about our deity,” said Dr. Sterling Hogbein, of the Hogbein Institute and Grill, “Regardless, this is a huge victory for all mankind.  It’s a victory for the religious minded, because irrefutable proof of God now exists, and it’s a victory for the atheists, in that, it’s a bloody shame.”

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Dear Ghetto Shaman,

I think you embrace all that’s wrong with the world today, Shaman.  You glorify the seedier side of life, filled with drugs and thugs, a place where crap is king.

Mindset

Dear Mindset,

All of life is spirit, not just the peaches and cream.  The warrior’s path leads beyond good and evil to happy hour.  Where you see a Wild Turkey, I see a Crown Royal, where you see a stripper, I see the Sacred Dance of the Pagan Pookas, and where you see the world going to pot…er, I like pot.

The Ghetto Shaman

P.S.  Oh, and where you see a bloated Shaman leaving a Mexican restaurant, I see the Dance of the Four Winds. 

Why I Still Hate Phil Collins and Other Musical Observations

Mick Zano

Hate is a strong word, but in this case it works.  Phil Collins almost single-bandedly ruined the early eighties for me—well, him and what’s her face.  Living on Long Island then, there was a time in my life I could get all these wonderful rock stations like WPLJ, WRCN, and WBAB.  But, in the 80s, at any given time ALL of them could be playing a Phil Collins song.  And, on a really bad day, it could be the same Phil Collins song!

I heard One More Night the other night and, all these years later, I still thought what was the fascination?  To put things into context, back in the 80s those invisible airwaves were crackling with life. There was Floyd, Zeppelin, The Who, even the Beatles weren’t that old then.   So what in the rock god’s name were people thinking when they decided to give real rock a miss and slip in endless Genesis and Phil Collins tracks?  It was like that Sesame Street bit, which one of these is not like the other?  For example, you could hear Black Sabbath’s Iron Man, Jimmi Hendrix’s Voodoo Child, and then, without commercial interruption they’d segue into Su ‘fucking’ sudio by Phil Collins.  And, they would still call it a Rock Block.  How did this happen?  I want answers.  I thought Bennie and the Jets was an anomaly until Phil and Co. came along.

I Think I Missed Again?  Yeah, actually ya did, Phil-O.  That could be your musical biography.  Sussudio??? Really, people?  Su-su-sudio, ohh ohh.  This was one of those lovely tunes that could be on all three “rock” stations at the same time—incessantly played for weeks at a time.  Even the metal heads sometimes said, what the hell, it’s Phil.  We’re going to shift away from the long haired head banging sounds of the Skull Fuckers and instead play a little bald guy from England for our next “rock” block.   It was like Keith Moon, John Bonham, and that drummer from Spinal Tap died and cursed all future drummers and the rest of mankind on their way out.  

This pretty much sums up my 80s experience:

Did I miss again?
I think I missed again uh huh
Ohh I missed again uhh huh oh uhh uhhh
I think I missed again uh huh oh uh oh ohhh.
Ohh I missed again uhh huh
I think I missed again uh huh oh uh oh ohhh.
Ohh I missed again uhh huh uhh
I think I missed again uh huh oh uh oh ohhh

Wow, I can see why he’s so popular.  Now listen to that 27,000 more time and you’ll begin to grasp the scope of what happened to me in the 80s.  And things were going so well…with what’s her name. Yes, I didn’t like the song Sussudio, but, yes, I can sing the song verbatim (hint: this is why I need to vent).

In the mid 80s, against all odds, Phil Collins’ music style got even worse with the release of Against All Odds.  He was toying with me at that point. It was like he was saying, “You didn’t think it could get any worse than You Can’t Hurry Love, did you Zano?  You fool!  Well, I was just screwing with you…that’s nothing.  I have an arsenal of even shittier songs that people are going to play twice as often.  Mwahaahhhah!”

Take a Look at Me Now

Dude, do I have too?  I just ate.  Oh, and Mr. Phillospher King, for your information, YOU CAN HURRY LOVE!  Making it last is the trick, Einstein.  I have to admit I thought In the Air Tonight was a great song, until I found out it was about farts.

The only good news was this…you know the song I Don’t Care Anymore?  After hearing it for the four millionth time, I really didn’t care anymore…no more, no more…no more, no more…

He finally got his comeuppance, or downgradance.  Today, he’s the only person almost never played on classic rock stations.  Think about it, you can hear Genesis, you can hear Peter Gabriel, but where’s Phil? Just about everyone else played back then is still in the club—to varying degrees, of course—but Collins was finally banished to the soft rock lands, the Manillow moors, the Kenny G glades.  Justice served!  But at what cost?  …besides what’s her face. 

I am not surprised people finally realized he was grossly miscategorized.  Every young DJ was probably thinking, “Dude, what the hell is this shit?” and then they rightfully placed the CD in the section marked easy listening.   What collective spell were we under back then?  And what can we do to ensure this never happens again?

The only thing I can equate the Phil Collins phenomenon to is Sarah Palin today.  She’s huge! And Phil Collins was equally and inexplicably as huge in the 80s.  Is there some correlation?  We at the Discord have people working on this problem night-and-day to solve this Riddle of the Stinx.

Hey  wait!  She’s an Easy Lover.  No, it’s gotta be more  than that.   Hmmmm.   When I figure it out, and I will, you’ll get the scoop first, right here on the Daily Discord.

Best Wishes in Your Future Endeavors Mick Zano

Mick Zano, former Walmart greeter

Philadelphia, PA—Regrettably, Mick Zano will no longer be submitting the vast majority of the yucks yucks here on The Daily Discord.  Mr. Zano was given his two post notice this week along with a severance package consisting of a $5 Starbucks’ gift certificate and a 2009 desk calendar.  “Wow, first a pen set that turned out to be pencils and now this!” said Zano.

The Discord’s CEO, Pierce Winslow, is firing Mr. Zano for several reasons, not the least of which is his recent connection to a string of brutal murders in the Tucson area.  Winslow is hoping the shakeup will send a stern message to the rest of the contributors.  When asked, Mr. Winslow had no idea what that message might be.   

“I just want him gone,” said Winslow.  “He has become increasingly demanding and increasingly demented.  And NO, Zano!  Our Photoshop workers are not going to create a golden statue in your likeness.  The guy’s got Colbert’s ego, minus the talent.”

Mick Zano believes his new duties at an undisclosed northern Arizona Walmart will sustain him.  “I’ll be just fine,” said Zano.  “Well, at least until the background check comes back.”

Al Gore , Men In Green, and the HARP that will Destroy Earth!

Al Gore , Men In Green, and the HARP that will Destroy Earth!
Alex Bone

Collapsing Shack, AZ—This is some serious breaking news:  now that this distracting election is over, it’s time to push aside useless labels like Tea Bagger, Bleeding Heart Liberal, Limp-Wristed Cow-Kissing Independent, or Humanitarian Sheep-Humping Dingleberry. None of these things matter in the face of the 100 Angry Men and their lacky, nay, their leader, nay, their Supreme Allied Commander…Al Gore. 

Sometimes the Discord actually breaks news instead of merely breaking news into ‘tiny shards of sensationalism’.  Google won’t verify anything I’m about to say, because they’re in on the conspiracy. Google has been manipulated by these angry men, also known as the mysterious Men In Green (MIG).  Only a small underground knows the truth. Through a mixture of ill luck, Odysseusian exhaustion, and booze, I found myself a participant in a plot that will surely shake the very core of human existence.

The other night one of these Men In Green ended up at The Green Room, my favorite bar.  I don’t know what they were looking for there, but what they found was some awesome drink specials and yours truly—a combination that would prove their undoing. I will tell you what I know.  If I disappear, they got to me…or, I got drunk.  I’m sure it’ll be one of the two. These MIGs have no country, but move throughout the world like shadows and, no, they don’t get felt up at airports; lucky bastards.

I got two of these MIG dudes drunk back at The Green Room and while they were in the can I accessed one of their laptops.  Apparently, these men control the wealth of the world and their word can change nations or economies overnight, to say nothing of extending all happy hours indefinitely!   So why was I buying all the beer?  Geesh, in retrospect, it’s a shame I spent most of the time logging into their Facebook pages to have all their friends befriend Jack Primus and The Daily Discord.  Hindsight is always 20/20, or in my case, a beer goggly 30/40.

I learned a lot perusing their files; suddenly everything made sense.  Do you really think we elected Bush twice?  It’s the game beneath the game.  Gore never wanted the presidency and then maneuvered Bush into a second term.  This was all part of the plan.  This group even allowed Fox lies to keep the ’04 election close enough so we wouldn’t suspect any foul play.   These Men In Green currently hate everyone except commies. These guys love commies. As they swerved away into the night their bumper sticker read: Pinko is the New Green.

I just heard something outside the window?  I hope it’s just the Ghetto Shaman trying to get me to buy him some more Robitussin.  Otherwise, they’re onto me.  I just hope I have enough time to send this off, finish this twelve-pack, and eat those last few slices of pizza from last night. Damn, that was a good spicy Hawaiian…

I almost forgot to put on my aluminum foil hat!  There, that should block their transmission for the few more minutes I’ll need.  They aren’t settling for just sucking the world’s resources dry, like some Bond villain.  These fiends believe the world is overpopulated so they mean to cull  the herd! That’s where Al Gore comes in.  He is their leader in the guise of an affable fool.  Their most treasured secret is this: Al Gore’s world shattering H.A.R.P.! You think Al Gore is against Global Warming, hah!  That’s nothing but another clever ruse. According to these Men In Green, Al Gore has a dreadful harp-like machine and when he plays this Human Apocalyptic Reprogramming Per-whatsas (H.A.R.P.)…well, lean in closer.  It actually causes global warming!

Why are they trying to kill us? That’s the creepy part. The truth is this: they like fluffy little animals better.  They think humans are all wicked and unredeemable.  Sure, it’s true, but it’s still not a nice thing to say.
I heard something again. I had better attach and send this document to Pierce Winslow before they set off another electro-magnetic pulse.  Shit…get another slice of pizza or warn mankind?  Damn you saucy pineappley yumminess!

So we have nothing to look forward to, other than these 100 Angry Men stealing as much money as they can and then destroying the world.  They’ll leave our planet a Road Warrior wasteland while they move into their mansions in Antarctica, party with Gwar, and laugh as the rest of the world becomes a lifeless desert.  Worse yet, they don’t seem to buy any rounds of alcohol despite almost C. Montgomery Burns levels of wealth!

I’d like to quote the Lord Humungus, “What a puny plan!” but I hear they are already booking flights to the South Pole.  They left Al Gore in the center of a hidden Tobacco patch, plucking away on his malign H.A.R.P. from Hell.  I emailed the above picture from their laptop to myself and then onward to The Daily Discord.  Do you think they’ll check their sent mail?  Damn.  I think they’re in the house now.

Still don’t believe me?  Well, I don’t give a pluck what you think. You’ll be playing a different tune when the oceans roll over the cities and the forests turn to dust. Don’t come running to me when that doomsday H.A.R.P plays its final stanza as our fingers grasp through the burning sands in the hopes of unearthing some old sandwiches or the warm beer of a dead world.

And always remember, It Could Happen to Harpo!

Airport Offers “Happy Ending” Security Screenings

Airport Offers "Happy Ending" Security Screenings

Chicago’s Midway Airport—Lines are not the only things getting longer at our local airports these days.  Although many travelers are frustrated and angered over new security procedures, one Midwestern airport has discovered some folks seem to really be enjoying the invasive new screening process.

“We decided with crisis comes cop-portunity,” said Security Chief, Jay Milken, of Aurora, Ill.  “Get it?  Some people really perk up at the security line and we thought, wow, here’s something we can take advantage of, so to speak.”

After confirming their suspicions with their new x-ray “boner identification” machines, Mr. Milken and his team swung into action.  Within a few days Midway Airport offered a range of extended screenings for cash.  Travelers who chose the “happy ending” security + screening got to choose the gender of their screener and the “extended/bonus” safety check. Security personnel also offered offered x-ray images of some of the other passengers to heighten arousal.  For an extra fee, flyers can also request the pocket pool extravaganza, or, for the more adventurous still, there’s always the extended cavity search.

“Fly the really friendly skies while improving airport security. Oh, and don’t forget to have your bags checked by one of our trained professionals, ladies, or how about one of our mammogram security checks?  Fly safe and fight breast cancer all while boarding your flight. It’s win, win, win!” said Milken.

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

The Ghetto Shaman column will not be posted tonight due to unforeseen circumstances involving copious amounts of Mentos, Pepsi, hookers, Alka-Seltzer, and Xtreme Sour Apple Pop Rocks.  The authorities are not sure if this was a publicity stunt or a suicide attempt.  

We, at the Discord, like to think he was trying to reach a higher plane of existence through stupidity—by pushing the boundaries of enlightened inappropriateness.  Or, perhaps even more likely, it was some type of ill-conceived bar bet gone horribly, horribly wrong. 

We will keep you posted if and when he regains consciousness.  Meanwhile, the Shaman asks that all of his fans rent Don’t Mess with the Zohan and Zoolander.  If enough people watch these movies at the same time, he believes it will create a tear in the Universe through which he can return to the living.  

Sincerely,

Pierce X. Winslow

In Defense of Our 44th President

Mick Zano

Now that everyone is piling on Obama like a Cambodian stampede, it’s time to come to the aid of my old pal, Mr. Mediocre.  Currently, Bush’s approval rating is 44% and Obama’s is 39%.  Huh?  Granted, Obama’s struggling, but Bush’s approval rating should only be calculable using quantum fractals, pygmy fractions, or perhaps some other non-Euclidian geometry only found down in Whoville on Psilocybin Wednesdays.  Speaking of which, Shaman man…what are ya doing Wednesday?

My prediction on inauguration day was this: Obama would do poorly on the economic front and well on foreign policy.  He has done a little better on the economic front than anticipated.  What!?!  Sorry Foxeteers, those of us who saw this coming thought our economy would be pushing up more Daisy than the Duke boys right about now.  Last I checked, we’re not in a depression, so kudos, oh Anointed One.

As for foreign policy, I have always put his achievements into the context of a country drastically declining in influence, resources, and options.  I never felt we, as a country, would regroup after Bush—not without strong non-partisan approval and implementation of Psilocybin Wednesdays.  If and when we re-emerge from the inflation to come, we will have a very different role on the world stage.  Not to mention intermittent flying unicorns.

Can you imagine a Republican president ruling in this environment?  How will they govern without their two favorite tools, bullying and threatening?  Let me make another prediction:  they will continue as if nothing has changed for at least a year, then, when faced with the overwhelming fact that no one is listening anymore, they will deny this for another six months or so.  When the stark reality of America’s shrinking role, influence, and power finally sinks in, they will renew their hatred for Barney Frank and Barak Obama.  At least they’re predictable.

Fact: Obama is not handling the Israel-Palestine conflict well.  But let’s not forget, no one ever has.  At this juncture, Israel is the biggest barrier to the process.  That’s not anti-Semitism, it’s a fact.  As for Afghanistan, in a recent C-Span moment, the former President of Pakistan, Pervez Musharraf, pointed to two key strategic blunders that exacerbated the situation in Afghanistan and Pakistan.  The first occurred under Reagan, when, after fighting a proxy war alongside Pakistan against Russia, the U.S. abandoned Pakistan and sought only to improve ties with India.  The second blunder occurred in 2002, after the U.S. had won a military battle in Afghanistan, but, instead of seeking a political a solution, chose instead to go bomb Iraq.

“Then (2002) the U.S. could have brokered a political deal from a position of strength, now the U.S. is attempting to broker a deal from a position of weakness.”

—Pervez Musharraf

Wow, sounds like Mick Zano.  So what were we doing for a gazillion dollars a day over there for nearly a decade?  Hmmmm.  Oh, and for some juxtaposition (which is our bonus word today, kids), we are cutting organ transplants for the poor in my state.  Gotta love Republicans. Let’s invade Iran!  We can supply our troops by having old people reuse their catheters.  That should help.  Borrow $ for Warren Buffet’s tax breaks?  Sorry, that’s a must.

Indeed, that was a very long and expensive stalemate, Mr. Decision Points.  Where was your Mission Abolished banner for that one?   Fact: we have fought Al-Qaeda more effectively in both border countries under Obama’s reign.  And I’m betting we will reach a political agreement with the Taliban soon.

C-Span recently assembled a “what the ‘F’ are we going to do about Iran” panel.  This group of specialists believes a military option with Iran is off the table.   They unanimously agreed that any military option cannot just be empty words.  We need to be able to back threats up with troops, and our current military situation is such that, beyond air strikes on the nuclear facilities themselves, a ground invasion is logistically impossible right now.  The Republicans have decimated this option and left our cupboards bare.   But Tiny Tim didn’t need that liver anyway.   Well, he did, but it’s just tough love. The panel also seemed to agree that multi-lateral sanctions, imposed by the U.S. and China under direction of the Obama administration, are having an impact.  You won’t hear that one on Fox News.

Fareed Zakaria had some Iranian ambassador on CNN this Sunday.  Let me translate, “If I don’t lie through my teeth and praise my midget overlord, he will do things with my testicles so humorously diabolical they could only exist in the realms of a Mel Brook movie.”  Something definitely has to be done about this regime.  Even the mild mannered Fareed was taken aback by this guy.  This putz didn’t know bupkis! But his inability to stay several light years from the truth at all times does make him strong with the Schwartz.

With next to no options, Obama has done relatively well, considering.  Is everything resolved?  Are things still bleak?  Certainly,  right on cue.  But he is playing the hand he was dealt rather well. (Hint 1: he has a pair of 4s.  Hint 2: the world can see his hand.)

The point of high irony here is that the same actions that avoided the Bush depression really cost Obama dearly.  Now, when the depression comes, they will call it the Obama Depression.  This has been my fear all along.  The depression was inevitable; I just hoped the terminally wrong would figure a few things out on the way down.  Not likely, though. Fox is a state of mind as impenetrable as any Fortress of Ineptitude.  I gave Kerry a 30% chance of pulling this country out of this mess and I gave Obama a 15%.  The Z-Party has only a 10% chance, but as Leslie Nielson tells us, there’s only about a 5% chance of that.  Once again I’ll defer to Andrew Sullivan to sum up the Obama administration, because I need to get to Whoville before Cappy Hour ends.

“Preventing a second Great Depression, which was a real possibility (and not just the jobless recovery we’re in, but a full-scale collapse), rescuing the banks without nationalizing them, saving the auto-companies with precision and technocratic skill (I didn’t think it would work at all, and it did), re-setting relations with the rest of the world, bringing a new sanity and balance to Middle East policy, taking out 400 al Qaeda operatives, using the myth of the surge to get the hell out of Iraq (for the most part), upping the ante to get a deal with the Taliban and enacting a centrist, moderate law that for the first time in history ensures that anyone can get health insurance in this country … really, in perspective, pretty damn remarkable.”

—Andrew Sullivan, October 14, 2010

Or, as the Crank calls him…the worst president in U.S. history.  Hah!  I will say it again, so some day it will sink in:  Obama’s 1.65 trillion was a Hail Mary pass of Bill-blical proportions–a move that so far has worked.  I predicted the double dip recession within two years, it’s over that now.  His deficit was NOT the cause of the problem.  The only people who believe that can unhook the electrodes and climb out of the friggin tub any time now. Renounce Fox today and join the Z-Party! Now accepting applications.

As for my predictions and my posts, they’re all posted on the site.  Use our search page and search by author and read a couple.  If you think I erred somewhere, hit the contact button.  I, unlike a certain someone of Shamanic persuasion, will respond to your comments. If you can find something the Crank predicted accurately…well, good luck with that.

Of course, there’s a couple of things I have been wrong about…I still believe, Sanjaya!  But, for the most part, the chicken entrails the Ghetto Shaman uses as a prediction method has served me well.  Thanks, old friend. And, as for the Foxeteers and the rest of the increasing number of unconscious beings roaming the western world, Carl Jung said it best:

“Inescapable of learning from the past, incapable of understanding contemporary events, and incapable of drawing conclusions about the future.”

—C.G. Jung

Hey, let’s start another war and let the world’s greatest healthcare system ignore even more sick Americans.  No, no. I got it…let’s just cut spending on things we really can’t or won’t ever really cut!  Oooh, how about, we keep the Bush tax cuts despite all economic reason, because so many credible people on Fox think this couldn’t possibly fail a second time. No, no, wait…