National Review: International chest-thumpers for hire
July 08, 2005
Actually, these guys will do it for free. The Review's blog has become machismo central in the wake of the terrorist attacks. Here's one entry:
Greg Gutfeld, British Maxim god (god/goddess are commonly used publishing titles as I well know), tells me: "We are currently blaring the theme to 'Dallas' throughout our offices. These guys in the UK are great."
Move over al Qaeda, W ain't the only ticked off cowboy in the West.Too bad this particular cowboy -- or is it god, okay divine cowpoke -- is too busy getting shit-faced drunk to take out the bad guys:
All the pubs are packed, and everyone is getting shitfaced. we left the office around noon. i am now alone and feeling woozy. most of my staff has left. they canceled quiz night, and most of the gigs too. everyone has to walk home because thereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s no tube service. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m thinking of ordering some Indian food. Maybe Chicken Tikka Massala. Or Tandori Chicken. Or maybe Lamb Korma. I could probably get a mixed grill. Something that has a little of everything. Perhaps some keema nan thrown in? Why not! Screw those bastards.
I have to pee now. no one here is in the office so i bet i could do it in the trash bin.Al Qaeda beware, here comes the Lad Squad. [Via Wonkette]