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Happy Birthday, Dion DiMucci

Bronx Boys Rule!

Dion DiMucci – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The Original Emo!

It’s like, when your pressed, you say, “Southside Johnny and Miami Steve were the best damn things that ever came out of Jersey.”

Q: “Why do you still love doo wop?”
A: “Because Dion fucking rules!”

I want to announce right here and now: that is a different Penguin you’re dealing with down there, on the nexy vid… who would ever think doo-wop would work as a First Person Shooter soundtrack? My God! It’s like inciting Sinatra’s ghost!

I SWEAR TO ANYHINTGOD EXCEPT THURMAN, it wasn’t Me… (and Dee Dee’s dead so you can’t prove ‘nuthin.) 🙂

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Barry Don’t Know Much About History, but it Don’t Matter When You’ve Declared You Will Save the World

Gaffemaster Alert: The Pearl Harbor Bomb

Barack Obama must have gone off script again in West Lafayette, Indiana on Wednesday. When addressing the crowd on national security, Obama mangled the attack on Pearl Harbor. For a Hawaii native, this tops the Young Gaffer list of historical fumbles (via Dean Barnett):

But it is wonderful to be back in Indiana. In a few moments, we’ll open up the discussion. But I want to offer a few comments about some of the emerging threats that we face in the 21st century and offer some ideas about how we can face those threats.

Throughout our history, America’s confronted constantly evolving danger, from the oppression of an empire, to the lawlessness of the frontier, from the bomb that fell on Pearl Harbor, to the threat of nuclear annihilation. Americans have adapted to the threats posed by an ever-changing world.

Just to clarify: a whole lot of bombs fell on Pearl Harbor. And the threat wasn’t the bomb, it was the empire that send massive waves of planes to drop them on our Pacific Fleet. Those bombs fell because we didn’t adapt to the threat, and in fact we kept telling ourselves that we could talk the Japanese out of their policy of aggression and empire. We came within a few aircraft carriers of losing the Pacific out of our willful blindness to the nature of the Japanese.

As always, Barry’s blatant, self-serving idiocy when it comes to the real world–the one not found in his carefully scripted bullshit–will get a big, fat pass from the MSM. They are too invested in his candidacy at this point to even attempt to get off the Obama bus, too fearful of joining the other “distractions” Barry’s already tossed beneath the vehicle’s wheels. Look at the New Yorker cover histrionics; no one paid any attention to the story inside, which portrayed Barry as just another Chicago political hack.

Questioning anything concerning The Messiah is verboten:

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Niggah? Pleeeze!

Hot Air » Heart-ache: Hasselbeck reduced to tears by dopey N-word discussion

Hasselbeck’s point is a simple one: We all share a common culture, so in the interests of commonality, how about everyone agrees to quit dropping the N-bomb, yes? Whereupon Whoopi, seizing the opportunity for a righteous show of Absolute Moral Authority, duly pitches a fit about how we’re different and that’s the way it is and Elisabeth simply doesn’t understand the “frustration” over the “huge problems that still affect us,” even though, please note, in calling for everyone to stop using the word she’s making the same argument as Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton.

Consider this a punctuation mark on a week that began with that Obama New Yorker cover, the intent of which was clear but declared to be beside the point because it was unhelpful to the left’s agenda. Whoopi and Sherri Shepherd have a plausible intentionalist defense of their position available to them here — when blacks use the N-word the intent will almost always be innocent whereas it’s much more ambiguous when coming from whites — but that ends up being exploded when Walters asks Shepherd what would happen if she said the word, presumably in a friendly/jokey manner to Sherri. Answer: “I don’t want to hear it come out of your mouth.” So much for intentions.

My best buddy, the dirty, greasy Spic we call “Manuel,” enjoys amping Wife™ by calling Yours Truly, “you dumb nigger Mick,” when we are sitting around, drinking beers, and busting each others balls. She frowns upon such shenanigans, and once admonished Manny, with arms crossed and furrowed brow, declaring “you should not be using that disgusting word, Manuel.”

Manny: “What, ‘Mick’? Motherfucking nigger calls me ‘Spic’ every goddamn day and I can’t hit back?”

Wife™: “That’s not what I’m talking about!”

ME: “She means ‘nigger’, you dumbfucker greaseball.”

Manny: “Oh, bullshit. Honey? It’s just another word for low-rent asshole. Double T is as black as night and I’ve never called him ‘nigger’ because he ain’t as stupid as your husband, so don’t play that white guilt game with me.”

Me: “He’d beat your brains out if you ever said it.”

Wife™: “But… (stewing rage registers in her eyes) IT’S WRONG!”

Me: “Listen to the Rican, sweetie. He is wise. For a greasy fucking half-wop looking, drug dealing asshole, he’s damn near Yoda when his brain manages to kick into gear.”

Manny: “Where is T? We should call that nigger up and get his black ass over here. Your wife’s brain would fucking explode just from listening to how we all say ‘hello’.”

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