By Andrew L. Jaffee
Who could forget that just-released, acid-house, dance-hall hit, “STFU” (”Shut the F**K Up!”)? You’ve got to listen to it. It brings home Barbra Streisand’s pathetic attempt at calling for tolerance, while she’s really one of the most guilt-ridden, intolerant, illiterate, self-loathing liberals of all time. How low can the stars go? Just listen to Babs. From TMZ.com:
By Andrew L. Jaffee
OK. Let’s take a break from politics for a good laugh. Imagine this: The movie “The Matrix” done by the Muppets. Kermit is Neo, Ms. Piggy is Trinity, and — get this — Gonzo is the evil Matrix enforcer, Mr. Smith. Watch and laugh, thanks to magicdonnie.com:
By Andrew L. Jaffee
Concluding a press conference with President Bush today, Japan’s Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi said:
Thank you American people for “Love Me Tender.”
Yes, Elvis has touched the hearts of people everywhere. Junichiro generally comes across as stuffy and uptight, but he’s obviously full of surprises. And we couldn’t have a better friend than Koizumi.
By Andrew L. Jaffee
Don’t worry everyone, Hollywood’s Sharon Stone “has offered to kiss ‘just about anybody’ if it ends conflict in the Middle East.” It was nice for her to visit Israel, all humor aside. From the BBC:
She told a press conference: “I would kiss just about anybody for peace in the Middle East.”
She also wants peace talks to include more women, saying women consider thoughts and feelings better than men. …
She also jokingly answered questions about whether she would appear naked her forthcoming film Basic Instinct 2 with a resounding “yes”.
Stone kissed former Israeli Prime Minister Shimon Peres, who is a decent man, and certainly has honestly tried to bring peace to the region.
On the other hand, I wonder if she’ll go to the Palestinian territories and kiss members of Hamas, whose “founding charter commits the group to the destruction of Israel, the replacement of the PA with an Islamist state on the West Bank and Gaza, and to raise “the banner of Allah over every inch of Palestine.”
By Andrew L. Jaffee
The Sex Pistols, true to their spit-in-your-eye, “God-save-the-Queen-the-fascist-regime” style, have announced they will boycott their own induction into Cleveland’s Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Of course, these worn-out punkers, whose own Sid Vicious OD’ed in 1979, made a completely hypocritical public statement (as if they were never in it for the money):
We’re not your monkeys, we’re not coming. You’re not paying attention.
Let’s get historically accurate here: Genius Malcolm McClaren concocted the talentless Pistols out of nothing… to make money — which I have no problem with. Just be honest about it, please.
But Susan Evans, executive director of the Hall, gave the most level-headed response to nonsense I’ve heard in awhile:
They are being the outrageous punksters they are, and that’s rock ‘n’ roll.
Yeaahhhh, baby. That’s it!
The Pistols are full of it. Singer Johnny Rotten profited from their brief spotlight (via PIL) for years. And the band certainly didn’t shy away from capitalizing on the geriatric, $200/ticket rocker revival of the 90’s:
They reformed for a tour in 1996, and came back in 2002 to re-release God Save The Queen to coincide with the Golden Jubilee.
Still rocking, and still hypocrites…
I can understand coping with the cold in Moscow… But I’d really like to party with those monkeys and seals… From the AP:
Complaints about the cold came amid comical stories about coping by both man and beast.
At a zoo in Lipetsk, south of Moscow, director Alexander Osipov said monkeys would be given wine three times a day “to protect against colds,” the RIA-Novosti news agency reported, while Rossiya television said a circus sea lion was being treated for pneumonia with brandy body rubs.
No. I won’t recite something smarmy or cliché, but rather a quote from a beautiful Star Trek episode:
“The glory of creation is in its infinite diversity.” “And in the way our differences combine to create meaning and beauty.” — Dr. Miranda Jones and Spock, “Is There in Truth No Beauty?”, stardate 5630.8
Imagine a George W. Bush who can do the disco-down splits on the Samurai Night Fever dance floor. His face sports that “I’m darned determined but happy” expression. At the press of your couch-potato, remote control buttons you can make Bush do the Michael Jackson Moonwalk; another button makes Bush do the John Travolta-inspired Bus-stop; one button activates Bush’s softer side, and makes him leap like a fairy-drama-queen; and, of course, you can make him do a big-time Cha-Ching, among other things. And you thought Bush was uptight.
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