Halloween is my favorite holiday of the year and there is no better place to celebrate it than New Orleans. Working in costume, followed by an industry-sponsored costume party, Mom’s Halloween Ball and hitting the French Quarter. It’s a Dead Man’s Party, who could ask for more?
Another more-elaborate variation on the Sarah Palin theme is planned for tonight, but this morning the Daughter of Palin-Jindal, the Ultimate Republican Winning Machine of 2044, hopes you have a boo-tiful day! (The crappy cellphone picture does my great Sarah poof no justice whatsoever. Better photos later.)
Hold on a consarned minute. Just whoa. I’m the pagan idolator here?
Wonkette via Suspect Device: Jesus People Pray That False Idol Will Save God’s Economy
“We are going to intercede at the site of the statue of the bull on Wall Street to ask God to begin a shift from the bull and bear markets to what we feel will be the ‘Lion’s Market,’ or God’s control over the economic systems.”
Yes, some Judeo-Christian types actually gathered before that 7000-pound, bronze symbol of American capitalism in Lower Manhattan to pray that government socialism takes hold so we can all ignore each other at the mall again. I’m completely for respecting the cattle, which are a sign of prosperity and nourishment in Hinduism. Hope the worshippers didn’t forget the kumkum and garland of chrysanthemums for the, errr, service. But, between the witch-hunting and idol-worshipping on the part of hard-core Christians of late, this American apocalypse is getting too syncretic (and hypocritical) weird for me.
Sweet Halloween candy! D found one of our favorite Brak segments as a YTMND! Quick, someone dare me to run around yelling this outside the Starbucks convention in town right now.
The flood line is emblazoned onto every New Orleanian’s retinae. It doesn’t wash off easily, no matter how many blinks. Even today, more than three years after The Flood, I will catch sight of one on an unclaimed or even an inhabited property. My breath will unwittingly catch itself. It doesn’t cover easily, even under coats and coats of paint and time. Imagine my surprise when I caught these yet remaining lines from the June 2008 flood while traveling through Rock Springs, Wisconsin this September. The familiarity was stunning.
D and I want to know which of these guys to vote for as the next District Attorney of New Orleans and why. Help us out.
It appears that some parents in the US and the UK have been huffing too much Glade Pumpkin Pie scented oil candles this pre-Christmas season because they “are reporting a Fisher Price ‘Little Mommy Cuddle ‘n Coo’ doll repeats the phrase: ‘Islam is the light.’” Mattel denies any attempts at Islamic world domination and “insisted that the doll was not pushing pro-Islamic messages, adding that the sound some parents were hearing was caused by an accidental distortion of the doll’s soundtrack.”
One mother on the Daily Kenoshan online forum swears that “the first two rounds the doll just coos and makes sounds like it’s trying to say something – but just isn’t quite getting it out – on the third round it goes through the same babble and then clear as a bell says ‘Islam is the Light.’ Then if you leave the doll on and let it play – it seems to say it clearly more frequently.”
You know what this means, right? I’m going to have to buy this toy and start testing the aforementioned claims. Why, in the name of humankind, goodwill and retail, of course. Come on, think of the children … and the economy’s children! This also implies that, if I don’t hear this “clear as a bell,” all of these parents are hereby ordered to attend Athenae‘s “Stop Being Such A Goddamn Crazy Narcissist Because Most Muslims Don’t Know You Exist You Doofus mini-course for people who would otherwise be monitoring the white noise from the washing machine for subliminal Islamofascist propaganda.”
