Help the rich, screw the poor...

Bush is in his element again, playing the backward Robin Hood that refuses to rescue the people (for it's own good!) but is all too willing to rescue Wall Street and other rich guys. Mind you that, in the meantime, he still tries to keep up the free-market-mascarade and the no-governmental-intervention and fiscal responsibility bullcrap. Somebody have this man institutionalised!


Losing your house? Here's $600.

Jon Stewart takes a look at the tanking "economy", the collapse of Bear Stearns, Bush's neverending optimism and crazy Jim Cramer from Mad Money. These people should be tasered, just to get them on track....


Paul Bremer is nuts

Paul Bremer is crazy, lunatic, out of this world. Not only would he invade Iraq again if he could, he considers his work "quite an accomplishment". No WMD's, no link to Al Qaïda, no reason whatsoever for invading Iraq as opposed to, say, invading North Korea or China. No positive side to the current situation from any angle. No reason to waste 3 trillion dollars, which led the American people to pay 7.7 trillion in total for Bush's oil-policies. What a guy, what a commander. He's quite the accomplishment alright, for a joke.


Ode an die Drogen - An ode to drugs

Sounds like someone is giving the CIA a lot of business....

Cost of Bush: $7.7 trillion

Sheldon Whitehouse shows us the graph of the week. 7.7 trillion dollars of taxpayers wasted and stolen. The great self-fulfilling prophecy of republicans: government doesn't work... for you. Meanwhile Bushco getting loaded on war profiteering....


Who needs privacy... a big secret

Stephen Colbert's 'The Word' handled privacy. I'm no fan of privacy. Basically, we all live the same life, so what's the big secret? We all breathe, eat, sleep, work, play, laugh, party, vote, fuck, marry, divorce, get depressed, get children, get old.... I can think of no rationale for privacy. Throw away your secrets everyone, live the free life. No stealing, no cheating. Cheney, open that vault of yours! Bush, show us your records, all of them! Coca-Cola, how do you waste all the water in the world? Someone, where did all the hippies go? And who took my blue suede shoes!? End privacy NOW.


Karl Rove and fascist tactics

Dan Abrams keeps digging up the dirt around the Don Siegelman story. It's a thriller, only a non-fictional one! Oh, the stupidity.


Power to the babies

Ralph Nader with another brilliant exchange on Meet the Press, announcing his presidential bid. He could sure do a better job than any of the candidates we've seen so far, but why did we have to miss him in all the debates. At least he would've been making some sense amidst all the empty rhetoric about change, hope, terror and other bs.


Clean language? Bite me.

I've been keeping my very own Lewis Black week, clustered to my monitor watching everything that can be found on ComedyCentral, and it is great. Here's Lewis on my all-time favorite subject: 'foul' language. The joke's on anyone trying to keep people in the media from using 'profanity'. Keep your funking ears open!


Immigration: the end of civilisation

Lewis Black rips Pat Buchanan and his book on the 'threat' 'immigration' 'poses' to 'society' and 'civilisation'. Cheer for Pat's people reproducing ever less stupid white men!


You have no rights....

If you're happy the weekend landed, be advised that the following from DemocracyNOW may twist your gut.

The FBI has launched a clandestine alliance, which allows privileged US citizens (rich people) to kill without the possibility of prosecution. InfraGard is composed of over 23,000 representatives of the private sector, as well as the FBI and Homeland Security. By imparting the FBI with information, the wealthy members of InfraGard are allowed to protect their interests without condition and given secret intelligence about supposed “terrorist threats”.


When Cheney shot his old friend in the face

It's been one year since vice president Dick Cheney shot his friend in the face while hunting for quail. One of many errors from the guy Bush refers to as the best vice president in history. Ow, how they kid.


The best clown in history

Bush, the lame duck puppet president everybody. Give him some laughter because you know it's not wise to argue with mad men. People may not see the difference.... Here's to another loooong year of injustice, inequality, abuse, hypocrisy and schutzpah under the greatest VP in history. Headshot anyone?


Scarborough C'untry: I'm more concerned about my national security

Joe Scarborough is the moron of the week. He's clearly not ready to tackle the biggest issue of mankind in his age and decides to cry like a little school girl for his national security. Do your job, Scar. At least learn to do it! To hell with national security, we need fresh air and clean water, you moron!

Those of the eighties

An Olaerts in Vacature:

Those of the eighties can text with two thumbs simultaneously. And that says it all. Those of the eighties have never sprained an ankle on a loloball. They've never freed princesses from the arms of Donkey Kong. They confuse Chevignon with warm cheese. Sue Ellen sounds like a brand of tampons to them. They couldn't go to sports camp because the sports forest was full of sexual predators. Instead they went to ski camp because there are no rushing bushes in the mountains. They've never heard of the loco-box. They collected pictures of the Power Rangers, even though now they act as if Kurt Cobain is the flag that covers their load. Let 'm do, those of the eighties. They're certainly not an asset to the labour market.

Those of the eighties pasted their thesis together or are doing so. They have internet. While surfing, they are so isolated they believe they're the only ones that use Google. They copy/paste without shame and don't need money to save for a CD. Those of the eighties take it all from the net. Copied copies of copies of exam questions are gone. The questions and answers can now be found on the forum of the student organization. They even all have a cell by the way. They MSN before going out.

Big fucking deal, those of the eighties say. They don't care they're rotten spoiled. And bosses can keep complaining that they can't find anyone. That all they get are resumes with typos and lies. That those of the eighties sometimes even forget to copy/paste the name of the company in their letters. Sometimes they don't even send anything and simply mail their cellphone number to the HR-manager. And when they come for an interview, those of the eighties, they want it all on the spot: a company car, a MacBook and 2000 euros net. Furthermore they'll negotiate group insurances, sliding working hours that can slide no further than six o'clock and they'll insist on four weeks of vacation in june, so they can go to Laos outside of the season. Next to that their job has to be variating. Those of the eighties want space for creativity and independence, but without the stress or insecurity. Otherwise they'll text their friends during the interview: "Yuck, this job is nothing for me. That bitch from HR has a greasy head anyway. Up your ass. I'm out of here." And than those of the seventies are shocked!