Boing Boing: Homophobic theory of dinosauric extinction:
Origin unknown: a brochure attributing the extinction of dinosaurs to their rampant homosexuality. Quite possibly a parody.
A man followed another man into a Queens deli Sunday evening and stabbed him multiple times in the buttocks, said police.Oh, and for the squares who don't get the reference, here:
Oh, and enjoy replacing all your iphone chargers and docks with another proprietary system,
Apple ATM's suckers!
Awl: It's Like Romney and Ryan Are Trying to Make People Hate Them?:
Closeted gay man terrified his wife will discover his secret: youtu.be/Oye4rhUa2Fk
— BarryDeutsch (@barrydeutsch) September 6, 2012
I must see this movie. It's sounds like a laugh riot!
The best way I can describe his narrative technique is to explain the movie's most hilarious scene. It's early on, and D'Souza is recounting, via voiceover, a debate he once had on Stanford's campus with Jesse Jackson. (D'Souza has a thing with Jesse Jackson; he shows up, like, seven times in the movie. Is it still 1988?) He talks about how Jackson claimed, in their debate, that racism was less overt than it used to be but still existed, bubbling under the surface.
While D'Souza's telling this story, the movie shows us a black guy walking into a bar full of white people. He sits down at the bar between two white guys and, just as D'Souza's relaying Jackson's message that race is a larger part of society than we want to admit, the two white guys flat get up and walk away from him, right out of the room. Everyone in the bar then looks at the black guy, accusingly, menacingly.
Oh shit, right? But then D'Souza hits the moral of the story. He tells us, still via voiceover, that what he told Jackson back then was that in his experience, racism had been mostly eradicated. While he's saying this, while the words are coming out of his mouth, the two white guys come back to the bar and ... give the black guy a birthday cake. It was his birthday all along! Everyone in the bar then gives him a standing ovation. It turns out this bar wasn't full of crackers who instantly sprint out of the room when you sit down, black guy. It was just your birthday! Surprise! White people love you!