For all those who doubt my abilities and stuff, I present to you a simple demonstration. Just to prove that I am the only one capeable of such feats, a fool, by the name of "The Chosen One", has attempted to copy my actions.

Warning: Do not attempt this on your own. Unless you are a Kapitalist. If so, feel free to do so.

Good movie. I espically loved the part at the end when we found out that your plan was not as evil as everyone thought (although the notion of the French flying around in pyramid space ships is a little distrubing). Hey! Also remember when you cut the toe of your assistants foot?

I never understood what was so wrong about giving the poor French Alien Refugees a safe place to live. It's not like they would ever harm anyone without real reason, and I did my part to make the transition easier for the residents of the town.
After that venture failed, I decided to turn my humanitarian efforts on helping those from poor Central American countries to enter into the United States.

And yes, my assistant (the former mayor of that town) and I had a slight disagreement on the state of his daughter. I believed that she should come and live in my palace with me after I had (with the assistance of the French Aliens) turned that town into a socialist utopia, but he wanted her to run off to some temple and train with the aging (not to mention kinda weird) Master Tang.

You really know how to get the crap beat of you, don't you.

I didn't get the crap beaten out of me (that doesn't happen until the end of the movie)! I just showed how strong and steadfast my dedication to communism is. Then I threw them off and requested a towel.

Oh. I was thinking the second guy was you. Sure looked like you.

Nope, sorry. I don't have that silly Fez on my head in my avatar. Just a really bad haircut. You should have seen it in the video, it's hard to miss. I believe it was the result from my first (and only) lost fight with a lawnmower. My hair has never truly returned to it's rightful state.

*sniff*

Premier Betty wrote:Nope, sorry. I don't have that silly Fez on my head in my avatar. Just a really bad haircut.

I know. I was just teasing.

We ladies don't have your kind of strength so we have to fight with different weapons:

NO!!!!! It was horrible!!! The poor Mustang, how could she?!?

With my love of material goods (especially nice cars) I must hope that you have never done anything like that in your life. (Please?)

ha! ha! Ha! HA! I love it! Funny! Funny! Funny! What movie did this come off of? It looks like these women are 30 going on 3! No! I'm gonna hit you last! No! I'm gonna hit you last!

Don't be too sad Betty. This video footage could be wonderful for showing the useful idiots how the right wing not only oppresses the poor, but they parade around as us?! With antiwar bumper stickers! How dare they do that to the workers party!

RedtheProgressiveFox wrote:ha! ha! Ha! HA! I love it! Funny! Funny! Funny! What movie did this come off of? It looks like these women are 30 going on 3! No! I'm gonna hit you last! No! I'm gonna hit you last!

Don't be too sad Betty. This video footage could be wonderful for showing the useful idiots how the right wing not only oppresses the poor, but they parade around as us?! With antiwar bumper stickers! How dare they do that to the workers party!

It's from the TV show "Malcolm in the Middle".

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ZB

I never watched that show. Ever.

What was it like?

Like Seinfeld, I only caught bits and pieces of Malcolm in the Middle never a full episode. It was an odd show. Dad was an idiot, Mom was a peri-menopause, hot flashing, screaming, nutcase (Like Comrade Speaker Nancsky). And the kids made do as best they could.

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ZB

I liked "Malcolm" (back in the days when I had time to watch TV). It definitely had its share of progressive implications, but at least the authors attempted an honest and funny look at political correctness, even though they weren't as successful with it as the creators of South Park. And the actress playing the crazy mother in this clip, Jane Kaczmarek, turned out to be a big loud mouth progressive activist.


But you could've guessed that already after reading things like "A multiple Emmy Award and Golden Globe nominee for her role as Lois in the Fox hit sitcom..." Somehow everyone recieving Emmy and Golden Glob Awards turns out to have said or done something radically progressive right before their nomination...

And seeing as she seemed so natural in that car crash/ destruction derby scene, it enforces her belief in total domination over even the most trivial situations.

Getting hit in the nuts with a stick reminds me of the Ian Fleming novel <i>You Only Live Twice</i> which bears only slight resemblance to the eponymous Bond movie. The ninja training describes how the men protect themselves by taking exercise to relax the muscle in the body out of which one's balls descend, so that they can temporarily put them up there again so it won't hurt to get kicked there.

Some Frenchmen never have them descend. These are the people who complained that Lance Armstrong had an unfair advantage for, being a monorchid after cancer, he had less wind resistance. Which leads me to think of a verse to "Colonel Bogie"

Lance Armstrong. Has only got one ball.
Frenchmen. Have got no balls at all.
Frenchmen. Are Saddam's henchmen.
So kill a Frenchman, a henchman, today.

The sumo wrestlers do the same thing with their balls.

And all that time I thought they were merely encapsulated by fat. But some of the sumo are so fat that they cannot wipe their asses. So who tucks away the family jewels? I propose that we offer that job to Richard Simmons, first, to get him the hell out of AmeriKKKa, and second in the hope that a sumo will roll over on him and all that will be left will be a greasy Brillo pad.

Ha, ha. Reminds me of the third Austin Powers movie where Fat Bastard becomes a sumo wrestler. Eewww....

In the 80s I watched Professional Wrestling first for the theater and second for some of the cheesecake. Better now everywhere else. But there was Kamala, the Ugandan Giant, an enormous man with huge lips painted on, who would climb on top of the turnbuckle or whatever it was and hurl himself down. Do the math and figure out the energy. Seismometers in adjoining states no doubt registered it. Much as they register a meeting between H8 and Mr. Reno.

I always thought it was really lame how they always exaggerated everything and blew it out of proportion. Although I do like it when the chicks start fighting and ripping each other's clothes off.

In Victorian England there was the profession of female fighters, and they were usually gin-soaked women (there with the gin again) who fought for money for a male audience. This is in the rather good program <i>The Worst Jobs in History</i>.

Although come to think of it, I can understand, I think, the thrill of seeing rough-and-tumble women deciding that you, after all, might be just the ticket and then they'd let you make use of them. Something like that happened to me, but owing to obvious reasons it was rather high risk because when we stood looking at each other, I looked up and I'm 6'.

This is in the rather good program The Worst Jobs in History.

I saw part of that show, but when my mom walked by the family room and heard the French guy talking about having to clean sperm off of the walls in a whore house, she turned it off.

Ah. Making me lose my appetite too. And to make it worse, a French whore house. Malcolm Muggeridge, in his young libertine days perhaps in the 40s, went to a Parisian whore house and the madam was showing a blue movie, which was quite unusual those days. You may not recall the days before VCRs; I got my first one, a $1500 Beta, in 1981, at 26. A gift.

He started laughing at the coupling and the madam threw him out, understanding that humor ruined the effect. For how can anyone couple laughing? I've heard that Dr. Johnson said of sex: the position damnable, the expense damnable and the pleasure fleeting.

In another blog I have a great deal of fun laughing at the expense of people like Cindy Sheehan and Our Empress and most recently Katie Couric, who just begs to be deflated. I oblige to the best of my meager ability.