07 July 2010

Official 61st Birthday Portrait

Gettin' blurry in my old age.


29 June 2010

Eating healthy food means you're mentally ill.



What? WHAT????

In its never-ending attempt to fabricate "mental disorders" out of every human activity, the psychiatric industry is now pushing the most ridiculous disease they've invented yet: Healthy eating disorder.

This is no joke: If you focus on eating healthy foods, you're "mentally diseased" and probably need some sort of chemical treatment involving powerful psychotropic drugs.

Click to read: Choosing healthy foods now called a mental disorder

06 June 2010

Censored in US Media - American Teen Murdered by Terrorists

 American Youth Furkan Dogan
Murdered by Israeli Terrorists
If you rely for your news on the US corporate media, whether ad-supported or underwriter-supported, you won’t learn that Furkan Dogan, the 19-year-old American citizen slain by Israeli commandos in the raid on the Gaza-bound flotilla May 31, was shot in the back and in the back of the head, as well as multiple times in the face.

This is the conclusion of the autopsy conducted by the Turkish Council of Forensic Medicine, which also did autopsies on the eight other Turkish citizens killed in the Israeli raid on the Mavi Marmara ferry and five other smaller boats in the so-called Freedom Flotilla. Of the other eight dead, the medical examiners found that five had been shot in the back, or in the back of the head.This critically important information has not appeared in US news reports.  
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23 May 2010

Your Moment of: WTF?

Your Moment of: WTF?

Where Were You When Kennedy Was Shot?

I was 14 years old and in Mr Yun's geometry class at Terra Linda High School. The announcement came from the wooden speaker mounted above the chalkboard. Marlene Katzman began crying. I will never forget that moment. Some years later George HW Bush was asked where he was on that day and he claimed he didn't remember.
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21 May 2010

What's a Little Revisionism Among Friends? (Guest Post)

Yo bipeds, listen up! My original humans called me Marlon, misspelling it "Marlin" on the tag hanging from the slave collar they made me wear. (Imagine naming a cat after a fish. Idiots!)  Now that I have gotten Dave to let me live here (had to get myself crippled to do it, but that's another story) he has finally decided on a better moniker, Buddy. I like it; it suits me. (Like all cats, my real name remains secret and unpronounceable by humans.) Past references to me have been revised to reflect current reality.  Good enough for Stalin, good enough for me.
Meow,
  Buddy