Holidays In The Sun

Fair Friday morning t' ye'all, fellow Citizen Workers. I spent a little time last night between night tremors updating the Operation: Enduring GangRape Player. I even threw in a very touching vid from a soldier of his buddy playing football with some kids in Tukrit (or some backlot in LA, can't recall which). I felt it provided a good countertensioning between the videos on women prisoner treatment and the friendly fire POV snuff. The new opener is "Guernica In Iraq", an AMV from the WarFan communitee.
Renting: It's A War Thang, Baby

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RE; FF POV: In all fairness to the US aviator(s) involved in the above archived incident in which a British convoy was introduced to The Lightening Round, the fault clearly lies with C&C. The guy asked his wingman to confirm, and then nagged him to double back on it, then re-confirmed twice with the tower. They twice (at least) erroneously reported no coalition activity or presence in the area, chiming in just after his second run. Sounds to me like he felt it coming and did his best to avoid it; the way he cracks when they describe the "yellow cabs" of the UK armour he had just vapourised smacks of deja vous.

Besides, this is BP's war. Fuck the Redcoats. If they pulled more shifts in the air and drove like White Folks they wouldn't have to duck so much.

Pre-Post Singularity Primer: Tools That Kill

God - Body Horror

American Thanaphilia:

A dual presentation of martial tools and current US DeathCulture popism


intended for the edutainment of our CoOperative(s) in the World's Largest Democracy™






Kunai with Slit-Skirt.




The flint hand-axe has been a favorite amongst tent-warming concubines for aeons, although many prefer a properly lethal ointment.



The business end of a poleaxe has a continuity of blade that celebrates simple ergonomic truths.

The 120cm reach of this poleaxe provides sufficient leverage and momentum to require bolstering the handle.




Clockwise from left: Gris-gris candle; machette; Insipid Pop Culture; Maha Deva Kali Maa (colour'd wrong, a choking hazard); 12 gauge shotgun, .38 and .50 calibre shells; Stealth Bomber; and golf ball.
The most lethal? The orange Molitor no.1.
Golf kills.

PopcultureVultures may want to take note that the oversize Marciano spread is from the 2004 rollout by Guess?, 24 pages of Paris at her GildedGutterSnipe best, shot by Ellen Von Unwerth (whose name really says it all), and is for sale.

Anbar, Oil, & Us

Got a coupla new playlists f'r allz'y'all.

Iraq: Mixing Blood & Oil

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Ghosts of Anbar

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I just want to note that if Greenspan is coming out of retirement just to poke strawmen and soundbite about the Iraq Adventure revolving around oil, he's got more free time and less grasp of American industrial economics than i had thought.

Look at the grouse.