A nice tasteful advertisement – deemed relevant to the content (an Associated News report about Obama moving to shut down Guantanamo Bay) – slapped on top of the You Tube box by a Googlebot:
Funny (sad) how utterly YESTERDAY Gordon Brown feels after Obama’s inauguration. The whoop-it-up love-in that’s happening for Obama throws into relief how distinctly unloveable Brown is. And unfanciable. Ludicrously so. This is a serious question: should you vote for anyone you can’t imagine having sex with? (One of my lesser problems with Jacqui Smith). I know this is an awful thing to say, but Brown is such a distressingly ugly individual, with an ugliness rooted in his profound charmlessness, his shuddering sexlessness, and his detachment from reality. Anyway – to celebrate the hollow rubbishness that is Gordon Brown – here are two images: the second by me; the first very kindly submitted by Friend of Radio Kenneth (not a euphemism) Graham Bowers: an adaptation of some terrifying artwork made by a friend of his, John Smith:
You can find more of John Smith’s artwork on monkeey.com. Some of it looks like Baxter’s Fish reimagined by Clive Barker — in a good way.
An airstrike that flattened a three-story house killed Said Siyam, a senior Hamas leader responsible for the group’s security forces. Viewed as a hard-line figure in the Hamas leadership, Siyam set up the Hamas security force in Gaza in a challenge to Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas, whose forces were routed in a brief factional war in June 2007. Killed with Siyam were his son, his brother and his wife, an aide described as the chief of interior security and four members of a family living nearby, according to reports.
So there you go. You think Bin Laden might be in Pakistan? KILL EVERYONE IN PAKISTAN. It’s simple. It’s how they could have caught the Suffolk Strangler way earlier. Arrest everyone in Suffolk and charge them with murder.
I’m so fucking sick of this that if I actually met someone who tried to defend the Israeli attacks on Gaza I think I’d simply bomb them, their family, their neighbours and a nearby hospital. Fucking psychopaths. [SPITS TO SIDE].
as in, I moop, you are mooped, we got the moops.
I gotta go finish my lentils.
One of the more pictorially ambitious sequences to date.
Deft, confident, in many ways reminiscent of Van Eyck.
A new, never to often be repeated strand on Radio Kenneth: it’s called One Minute Forty-Five Seconds – and how it works is you have a look at what’s happening at 1:45 in a video clip and that’s how it works. It’s quite simple. So:
And how about this one:
Pretty cool. So that’s basically it.
Ok, ok, one more then.
Lisa ‘Shotgun’ Bonet has called her new child: Nakoa-Wolf Manakauapo Namakaeha Momoa. Which is Hawaiian for “Red Lorry, Yellow Lorry”.
The reason we broke it off? I forget now. I think we both knew it was just physical, and when the passion dies down (which in our case, it never did actually) where are you left? So we tore away from each other while the fire still roared. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Apart from the time I had to kill that swan.
I know it’s hard to keep your Old Testament steady when you’re trying to fire your M16 into a schoolhouse, but I don’t know – you’d think that for such an ideologically charged conflict there would be SOME sense of… oh, you know what, forget about it.
It’s just fucking ridiculous.