Stay classy, Chris

When we went to war with Iraq, he and I had a little discussion about that. And this is where he is Everyman, this is where Tim is Mr. or Ms. or Mrs. America; he is us, as a country. I said, “Why - how can you believe that this war is justified?” and he said, “The nuclear thing. If they have a bomb that they can use, we gotta deal with it. We can’t walk away from that.” And that, to me, was the essence of the - what was wrong with the whole case for the war, that they used - they knew the argument would sell with Mr. America, the regular guy, with the true American patriot. They used the argument that would sell, that would get us into that war. Tim was right on the nail, he was us, the American people.

What can we pull from this disjointed and aimless damnation-with-faint-praise eulogy of Tim Russert from Chris Matthews?

• Tim Russert was a patriotic American
• “patriotic American” is actually a synonym for “simple and gullible moron”
• not that I’m saying that Tim Russert was actually an idiot, wink wink
• he actually represented all of us
• and by all of us I mean not me and the other smart people, but the degenerate knuckle-draggers in the flyover states who fell for Chimpy McStupidpresident and his RepubliKKKan lies
• I am a sad, worthless hack with no sense of tact or decency disrespecting the memory of a man whose shoes I am not qualified to shine
• you’ll notice that I didn’t even wait until the body was cold before using the death of Tim Russert - a man universally acknowledged and respected by people on both sides of the political spectrum as decent and honest - as a platform to whine about Iraq, like I don’t get enough opportunities to do that

Hey kids, find out when you should die

The Australian Broadcasting Company has an awesome компютри втора употребаFlash game for kids that lets you calculate when, based on your lifestyle factors, you should die because you have used your share of the Earth’s resources. As the little ones click through the questionnaire about their habits, their pig gets progressively fatter. A car user will have a fatter pig than a taxi rider, for example. The more money you spend, the fatter your pig, given the incontrovertible direct correlation between material wealth and being a horrible gluttonous earth-raping monsterAn einem privaten Tisch internet casinos Sie allein oder mit bis zu drei Spielern Ihrer Auswahl . who deserves nothing less than a bullet between the eyes in the basement of the Peoples’ Environmental Responsibility Ministry. If you don’t spend much money, your pig is much skinnier because poor people are more environmentally pure. Anyhow, once the kids have confessed all of their eco-sins, they push the button and their porcine avatar explodes in a shower of blood, and the calculator tells them at which age they should die (because they have used their share of the Earth’s resources). It’s purely optional, of course, for the children to do the responsible thing and actually end their lives in an environmentally-responsible way after they’ve used up their ration, but how much of an asshole would a kid have to be not to kill himself or herself, and go on consuming resources that belong to other people?
Oh, also, I am not exaggerating or fabricating any of this.