new orleans mayor ray nagin loves p*@$y AND guns, dammit!!

alright motherfuckers, listen up! there's something that has been burning crazy ray nagin's puckered asshole for quite a while and it's about time that i put some rhetorical preparation h on that shit!

i'm sure that right now, deep down inside your precious little cracker-ass heads, you're wondering, "what the hell is crazy ray jiving about up in here?" well, i'll tell you what crazy ray is jiving about...crazy ray loves him some pussy and guns, that's what!!! and it's about time that everybody knows it!

now, you might be wondering what's provoking me to tell you all this? well, for the last couple of years, i've been subject to all sorts of speculation about my manhood ever since that pasty ass historian douglas brinkley wrote a book about hurricane katrina that painted me as a coward. he said that i locked myself in a room on the 27th floor of the hyatt hotel after the storm and that i just sat in there crying like a little bitch because i was scared and didn't know what to do. frankly, i'm a little pissed the fuck off by this.

let me tell you something...ray nagin is not a little bitch! in fact, ray nagin LOVES the vagina! yeah, that's right, i said it. in case you haven't heard, eve ensler's the vagina monologues is coming to my fair city and i made a point to tell reporters that "i'm a vagina-friendly mayor." allow me translate that for you in layman's terms, street talk if you will, because ray nagin keeps it real!

i love pussy!

although this may be the "chocolate city," ray nagin loves and welcomes all kinds of pussy! ray nagin loves chocolate pussy, white pussy, asian pussy, latino pussy, ALL pussy! if you think that eliot spitzer loves pussy, well, that cracker-ass ain't got shit on ole crazy ray, because i'm a pussy-lovin' fool! i like to pull back the beef curtains and dive right in that shit! not all brothers do that, you know? but not crazy ray! i'll stick my whole shiny head up there if i can get it lubed up just right, because ray nagin loves pussy!!!

but you know what else crazy ray loves? GUNS! that's right, guns motherfuckers! see...



in case you're wondering, that's yours fucking truly and new orleans police superintendent warren reilly playing around with some guns! i love guns! in fact, guns may be the one thing that i love more than pussy! that's right, you heard me! so don't piss me off by talking bullshit about me overcompensating because then i'll just have to shoot you right square in your pussy! goddammit, don't try me because i'll do it! ray nagin may love him some pussy but that don't mean he won't shoot somebody in they pussy should they have the audacity to call him out!

so who's a bitch now motherfuckers?!


hillary clinton, monumental incompetent

this is the woman who, allegedly, is "ready to lead on day 1," yet she can't seem to manage her own presidential campaign, a clusterfuck of poor financial choices, indecision, and ambiguous leadership. from yesterday's ny times...

Interviews with campaign aides, associates and friends suggest that Mrs. Clinton, at least until February, was a detached manager. Juggling the demands of being a candidate, she paid little attention to detail, delegated decisions large and small and deferred to advisers on critical questions. Mrs. Clinton accepted or seemed unaware of the intense factionalism and feuding that often paralyzed her campaign and that prevented her aides from reaching consensus on basic questions like what states to fight in and how to go after Mr. Obama, of Illinois.

Mrs. Clinton showed a tendency toward an insular management style, relying on a coterie of aides who have worked for her for years, her aides and associates said. Her choice of lieutenants, and her insistence on staying with them even when friends urged her to shake things up, was blamed by some associates for the campaign’s woes. Again and again, the senator was portrayed as a manager who valued loyalty and familiarity over experience and expertise.

hmmm..."loyalty and familiarity over experience and expertise" eh. boy doesn't that sound familiar? so much for "change." oh, and then there's that dude, what's his name...

Mrs. Clinton’s ability to manage the one person with whom she spoke most often, former President Bill Clinton, was also questioned by some of her advisers and supporters. Mr. Clinton moved in his own orbit — he heatedly argued with his wife’s advisers who wanted to write off South Carolina, defying them to campaign there — and took no direction from the campaign about what to say or where to go, some of them said. (Mr. Obama defeated Mrs. Clinton in the South Carolina Democratic primary by nearly 29 percentage points.)

Several aides, donors and supporters, who requested anonymity to recount private conversations with the candidate, said they had warned Mrs. Clinton that her husband’s attacks on Mr. Obama were demeaning to her and hurting her campaign. Mrs. Clinton replied that her husband became “carried away” at times but that she did not see any real harm from his approach, they said.

so let me get this straight...she's ruthless, maniacal, power-hungry AND a horrific manager?! oh yeah, she's PERFECT for the white house!

read the entire illuminating piece here...

hillary clinton's piss-poor management style


george w. bush, jackass

keeping with the theme of idiot politicos, a couple of videos, presented without further comment as the economy continues to circle the drain and our young people die overseas.








gawker media's nick denton profiled in the guardian

there was an interesting profile of denton that ran in the UK paper over the weekend. it was written by a childhood friend of his, jay rayner. an excerpt...

Nick, now 41, was born and brought up in north London, the son of a Hungarian Jewish emigre mother and a Yorkshire-born economist father. He went to the fee-paying University College School in Hampstead, whose pupils represented every cliche of the bookish, liberal, self-consciously cosmopolitan corner of London in which it was situated. According to his schoolfriend and, later, internet co-conspirator Dave Galbraith, he had a Machiavellian streak even then. 'I was lousy at sport,' Galbraith says now. 'But I'd managed to avoid being bullied for it by being the joker. Nick said he'd be friends with me because I knew lots of people.'

I ask Dave if he always knew Nick would be a success. 'The last time I was asked this by a newspaper I said I knew Nick was going to be successful because he read The Economist when he was 13. When [that comment] was published Nick phoned me up and took the piss out of me for it, said it made me sound suburban. So this time I'm going to say it's a fucking miracle he ever amounted to anything.'

There was something distinctly calculating about Nick. He was famous for not committing to a Friday- or Saturday-night plan unless he could be certain that he had alighted upon the best option. As a result, if you ended up at the same bar or party as him, you were left with the sense you were in the right place, which was both reassuring and profoundly irritating.

read the piece in its entirety here...

the brit dishing the dirt on america


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