Early 80s gay anthems sung by white english guys: Rules for living

First you’re lonely:

Then you’re in love:

After that, you’re on your own, bitch (kittehs!):

Paul on Gustav

I know, that title sounds more like a gay porno flick but you’ll get what I mean after watching this:

I think Ron Paul is a little nutty sometimes but he has this exactly right regarding the people living in the path of Hurricane Gustav.

Yummy

This is why I really love politics: Sarah Palin’s husband, Todd. I think he drills for things (or something like that).

She’s pretty smokin’, too. PUMAs and Cougars and Bears, oh my.

Over the top (or Get a life)

I read this today in the comments section of one of the blogs I frequent:

I am having an Obamapalooza party if [Obama] wins. And I don’t want to think about what I will do if he doesn’t. I will be truly depressed and wear black for weeks.

That scares me a little bit. “Truly depressed”? Really? I live my own life. My mental state (and clothing color choice) doesn’t depend on who’s president. And McCain and Obama aren’t that different in their positions, anyway. It’s not like we’re choosing between Hitler and Jesus.

Early 80s gay anthems sung by black women: Rules for living

Closets are for clothes (some made out of hundreds of animal skins) and you gotta start somewhere:

Once you’ve freed yourself from the closet, don’t go crazy (as tempting as it might be):

Then again, you shouldn’t be too picky, bitch (unless you want to be alone):

Samantha Fox: Rules for living

Been a while for teh rules. I thought they deserved another round. Sa, Sa, Sa, Samantha Fox, anyone?

Naughty girls need orchestra hits (and love) too.

Even no talent bitches can get lucky(and never leave your coke on the drum).

All work and no play makes Jack a dull (but stimulated) boy:

No rule here. I just think that this has to be the worst title ever for a song:

Mantastic! (or White people on parade)

I can’t believe it has been a year already since the last Celtic Games (or as I like to call it, Pornography). The one day of the year where I get to watch a bunch of hot, sweaty, beefy manflesh throw large inanimate objects around (and grunt a lot). Did I mention that they serve beer? Heaven has a name.

Robin Hood HOPE

Walmart hater karma

This makes me so happy:

Walt Neidlinger spent years trying to keep a Wal-Mart-anchored shopping complex from being built near his Wind Gap home.

The traffic would have been suffocating for their little community, neighbors argued, so when the massive retailer and its partners packed up their plans and left Plainfield Township last year, Neidlinger was ecstatic. He figured he’d wait for the next plan to come along and remembers thinking, ”What could be worse than Wal-Mart?”

Over the past year, Neidlinger says, he’s gotten an answer: RPM Recycling — the metal-shredding plant on the same land — causes daily noise that sounds like a freight train rumbling down the street, and frequent explosions that shake his walls.

Sweet justice.

(h/t Rush Limbaugh)

Remember when (oh sorry, you don’t)

Michigan’s Beloit College puts together a list each year of cultural references lost on the young:

This month, almost 2 million first-year students will head off to college campuses around the country. Most of them will be about 18 years old, born in 1990…

The class of 2012 has grown up in an era where computers and rapid communication are the norm, and colleges no longer trumpet the fact that residence halls are “wired” and equipped with the latest hardware. These students will hardly recognize the availability of telephones in their rooms since they have seldom utilized landlines during their adolescence. They will continue to live on their cell phones and communicate via texting. Roommates, few of whom have ever shared a bedroom, have already checked out each other on Facebook where they have shared their most personal thoughts with the whole world.

I feel old. Here are a few choice selections:

Films have never been X rated, only NC-17.

The Warsaw Pact is as hazy for them as the League of Nations was for their parents.

The Tonight Show has always been hosted by Jay Leno and started at 11:35 EST.

Lenin’s name has never been on a major city in Russia.

Caller ID has always been available on phones.

They never heard an attendant ask “Want me to check under the hood?”

98.6 F or otherwise has always been confirmed in the ear.

Radio stations have never been required to present both sides of public issues.

(That last one is a good thing.)