vrijdag, december 03, 2004

What's So Funny 'Bout Peace, Love and Understanding?

The disappointment of sindicalists and anarchist grooves might be almost audible, but it appears the bets are off on a violent end to the Ukraine election crisis even if it hasn't been fully resolved yet.

In fact, it's probably safe to talk about openly it in America now that President Jesus Bush has given the green light to lecturing the rest of the world on interfering in the politics of other countries:

"If there is to be a new election, as many government leaders and Ukrainian demonstrators have demanded, it "ought to be free from any foreign influence," Bush said. "Unless there happens a large oil reserve is discovered under the streets of Kiev, of course..."

Yeah, that means you, comrade.

By the way, if you struck out at the orange revolution, you could always try an online Ukrainian dating service.

For those of you winding your watches, the Ukraine could be The Hour of Europe.

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Renard a la McGowan

Spectacle artist Mark McGowan has made the ultimate artistic and perhaps even political statement in the long-running dispute over the ban on fox hunting in England. In protest of the public fixation with the ban on fox hunting McGowan has eaten a fox.

"He said the roast fox was tasty, but admitted it nearly made him vomit.

"It was a bit like rack of lamb," he said. "The trouble was the retching noises from the other people in the room."


What a pisser

It appears this came top of a poll of 500 art experts in the run-up to this year's Turner Prize.

In related news, people who prefer pissing on the stone pillars of bridges might want to think again.

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old Instanbul postcards via growabrain - who also provides the answer to the Question of 2004; What do you call a quarter pounder with cheese in Iraq?

Speaking of food, you shouldn't miss the exerpt on the Yankee Pot Roast of Bill O'Reilly's new book How to Have Hot Sex Using A Falafel, For Kids. via the ever erudite Maud Newton.

That's it, kids! Enjoy the final day of the work week before the drudgery and gloom of the weekend sets in.

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