I watched Election last night - a poignant political flick about candidate Flick. Thanks to Mike for the suggestion. You know, Witherspoon was not grating in the slightest. Perhaps my ignorant aversion to the actress stems from having sat through Legally Blonde all those years ago.
Men's Health bought into it. Now the LA Times has jumped on the "Cool like Sam" bandwagon. Perusing their photo gallery led to the following shit look-a-like:
World renowned thespian Samuel Jackson vs. French footballer Djibril Cissé.
Previously: Shit Look-a-likes
Like BAM-skip-a-tap young Eli shouts down the line and oh me oh my it's a beautiful thing to behold out in rusty Arizona twilight where American ghosts have come to die and be born again in a land of ten thousandzilliontrillion dry summers nursing the prickles on a cactus's back. Don't sing to me about patriots, old man, because iftheretrulyis agoddamnflagatall it was wrought from what we did not what we said and young Eli knows it without knowing and says it without speaking down on that dusky field all brown and bright green with blueclad muscled lineboys gone berserk and fierce A-FWOP-youaintseennothinyetoldman-CRACK-POP.
Watch while those hard-raised salt-of-this-or-any-other-earth calloused hands uphold what became more than a youngman's idea. Watch them put down those others, oh America, those slinkingshirking fallen boys who for sixty true minutes (may the Blue God bless you one and all) are no kind of patriot I'd ever dream.
Would a man be baptized in all that?
You're goddamn right.
Prediction: Giants35 and a dance in goldendusk
As you've probably noticed I don't write about politics as much as I once did. Frankly, Operation Enduring Hegemony and Clusterfuck 2008 have bored me as of late. What little political commentary I am still able to churn out now gets featured at the Guys from Area 51. Plus, I've enjoyed taking the Pime in a more personal direction this year. That said, I can't completely eliminate the skullfuckers from this blog, so here's some politics for ya...
MSNBC: Clemens turns out to be just another cheat
...and it couldn't have happened to a better team. Actually, I could give a shit, 'cos stickball bores me. I prefer sports with bigger balls.
Some people wonder why I like Shakira. No, it's not because her hips are infallible - ok, that's not the only reason. I admit her English-language material is pretty bad - it's pure pop crap submitted to the Billboard charts for approval. And that shite is probably all you've been exposed to. Plus, her accent when singing in English is nasily and atrocious. Just imagine your favorite artist singing his or her songs in a foreign language - it wouldn't sound that great.
That said, some tracks on Fijacion Oral, vol. 1 - her Spanish-language release from 2005 - are heavenly. Ok, enough drooling over the works of this half-Lebanese, half-Colombian chanteuse...
P.S. ... umm, Glenn?... Doritos are not Spanish...and antipasto is Italian!
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