Cat Burglar

A couple from Itzstedt, Germany came home to discover a cat burglar had broken in and wrecked the place.
But this was no ordinary cat burglar…

The “cat burglar” had somehow crawled into the ground-floor of the apartment, broken window blinds, torn down drapes and trashed furniture.
Police also found fish and fish remains from a broken aquarium scattered around the apartment, said Julika Reinhardt, spokesman for the police in the town north of Hamburg.
Two officers finally found the offender, a cat, hiding under a kitchen cabinet but the heavyweight male resisted arrest, biting one officer in the thumb before they both managed to overpower it.
Reinhardt said the cat, wearing a name tag, was returned to its owner who would have to pay for the damage.

I think Cadet Happy may be on to something… Anti-Cat Cat Burglar Security Systems!
If only Spacemonkey weren’t missing in the storm, he could start building these things. Then Frank could market them, Sarah could model them, and we could demonstrate them on Nar-
Um… stuffed animal toys. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

Not Without Our Spacemonkey

Haven’t heard from spacemonkey since the hurricane; I hope he and his family are doing all right in Mobile.
Keep praying for everyone caught in the hurricane, and do what you can to help.

A Day in the Life: 08/30/05

Hi, it’s Frank J. Now, when blogs started, most people just used them as online diaries. I’ve never done that, but I thought I might give it a shot. It could be instructive to some people to know what a day in the life of a Republican is like. So, here’s my day so far:
I woke up this morning hating poor people – as always. Soon, I had my coffee and was reading the paper, dismayed once again that not enough brown-people in foreign countries are being killed. Doesn’t anyone understand how important oil interests are for my portfolio and that blood must be spilled for it? I get so mad sometimes that I think the only way I could cheer up would be to kick an orphan.
I tried to take my mind off all that and ended up contemplating the contention that we Republicans have never worked an honest day in our lives. That is just so untrue. I mean, I count my money (I’d never let someone else do it), and that’s honest work. Sure, the money was earned dishonestly and usually at the cost of the downtrodden, but I count it honestly as I would not lie about my financial situation to myself.
I decided that was enough philosophizing for one day and talked to SarahK about a good Republican hobby we could share together. My idea was we walk at night in the worst parts of town and kill whoever tries to mug us ala Death Wish. We’d get fresh air, some exercise from walking on foot, and some practical shooting experience. The only problem is we have to wait until October for the new Florida gun laws to come into effect which would make that activity perfectly legal.
To rest, I watched some news (FOX News, of course). It was nearly all hurricane coverage, but it was all about the plight of people and not about how this hurricane could affect my stocks. For a supposedly right-wing network, it could do better to cater to its audience.
Eventually, they broke from the hurricane coverage to some other news stories about an escaped monkey and Cindy Sheehan (not quite related). Cindy Sheehan has been a big concern for us neocons. I, like most neocons, am secretly Jewish and am trying to divert all of the U.S. government’s funds to helping Israel and its Zionism. The entire Bush administration is actually Jewish too, except for the gullible born-again Christian Dubya himself. He’s simply our dupe to have our bidding done. But, if Cindy Sheehan successfully gets another audience with Bush, she could tell him all about how the war in Iraq is all about Israel. We’ll lose our dupe! Something has to be done about Cindy Sheehan, and I hear there are plans to steal her gardening hat which we have theorized to be the source of her power.
That’s enough stress for one day; I could literally kill for a martini right now. Literally. Killing hardly ever leads to a martini, though.
Where’s my butler? I need to send him to the store to get more vermouth. Can’t go to the store myself as I might have to interact with commoners. Someone should really make special convenience store for rich Republicans like me where we can go shop on emergency occasions when we can’t find our butler and not have to worry about running into common folk.
Where is that butler? He’s never there when I need him.
I bet he’s a Democrat.

Lesser-known Jewish Holidays

As a part of the new IMAO Diversity Program started by Spacemonkey (or was it Right Wing Duck cribbing it up using Spacemonkey’s letterhead again?), I’ve been asked to provide a list of lesser-known Jewish holdiays.
So, here’s the slate of lesser-known Jewish holdiays that shaped a young Laurence Simon into the wise and strong adult Laurence Simon you see here today (in addition to many boxes of Hostess Cupcakes, countless sixpacks of Miller Lite, and more prescriptions for Allegra than you can count on a millipede’s feet).

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Today’s Haiku

Let’s start the day off with a haiku!
The hurricane winds
Dost blow the hurricane rain.
Newsman tied to tree.

NEW! Sarah K’s “Blonded Me With Science” audio

As promised in the show notes of our latest IMAudiO production, Scott has produced and posted Sarah K’s very funny “Blonded Me With Science” skit.
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A Story, Bit-by-Bit
Superego: Part 19 – Sprees, Spending and Otherwise

BEGINNING OF STORY
PREVIOUS (PART 18)
I adjusted the mini-blasters under my jacket from being deeply concealed to being a quicker draw. They weren’t as powerful as my normal guns, but they’d burn a nice little hole right through my targets. I then put a smile on my face and strolled into the store.
The clerk, a female human, eyed me suspiciously. There were three others – two human males and one alien male – in the store pretending to shop (I’ve pretended to shop before, and I know the difference between doing it well and doing it poorly) also eying me suspiciously. The way they gestured and positioned their hands, it was obvious all four were armed. It would be hard killing these four amateurs and making it any fun, but, at least, there was a basement full of terrorists most likely armed with fully-automatics to look forward to. That could be a challenge.
I walked up to the clerk. “Hello. I am interested in purchasing a Koran.”
“We have it available in many different data formats,” she said, making it obvious she was annoyed by my presence.
“Actually, I like something more tangible. Can I get it in book form?” The three others slowly moved a bit closer to me. I kept facing the clerk in an angle such that none were in my blind spot.
“The complete integrated Koran comes in a twelve volume set. It is quite expensive.”
I chuckled. “Well, money shouldn’t be an object when you’re trying to be submissive to Allah.”
“Do you have business here?” demanded one of the men in the store, no longer pretending to be a consumer.
I gave an expression of hurt feelings. “I’m a newly converted Muslim. Why, I just started to grow a beard – I’ve made half a day’s progress so far.”
“Get out of here!” the man commanded.
“Fine. Can I at least get a gift for my nephew? Do you have a little electronic Mecha-Allah that walks around and its eyes light up?”
“We have nothing to do with that!” the clerk yelled, “Now get out!”
“Oh yeah, you’re not supposed to depict Mecha-Allah, are you?” I noticed a small red spot on the ground. “Hey! Is that pigs’ blood? Was my friend Mohammed through here spitting pigs’ blood? He’s so crazy!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the clerk asserted, “Get out of here right now.”
I looked to the door at the back of the shop. “He’s probably back there; can I go check for him?”
The four stood in front of me and blocked my way, the males to my left and the clerk to my right. “Employees only!” the clerk yelled.
“GET OUT!” one man shouted, all of them looking ready to kill – ready, but not yet trying to kill.
I acted like I had a sudden revelation. “I know what’s going on here! You have a terrorist cell down in the basement! I’m going to go out right now and telling everybody!”
One man finally went for his gun. I let him fully draw before I quickly drew my left hand gun and put a hole through his chest. That way, the gun clattered to his side as he fell and Tommy would know that I let them make the first move. Immediately following the first shot, I drew the right gun, shot the clerk through the head as my hand swept past her (she was about 1/16 as fast as she needed to be to outdraw me) and then fired one shot from each gun killing the last two, only one of whom had successfully drew his gun though he was still unable to get off a shot.
“We need some alive, Rico!” Tommy gritted through her teeth as she burst in, gun drawn.
Shooting people so that they live afterwards is not my specialty.
I was about to reach for the door to the basement, but Tommy grabbed me and threw me against the wall next to it. The door then burst open, and the terrorist was zapped by Zippy who hovered over head. There were a number of thuds as he fell down the stairs. I could then hear many voices, and something about “blowing up the building.”
“No time to wait for backup, Blondie,” I said as I leapt head-first down into the basement.
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New Orleans

What’s the worst thing about Hurricane Katrina and the possibility of New Orleans being flooded under dozens of feet of water?

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Always Bet on Black

Did you know that coffee is the number one source of antioxidants? I don’t know what an antioxidant is, but apparently it’s good (and thus an oxidant is bad). So, all this time I’ve been drinking coffee, I’ve been extra super-smart.
I bet it’s even better for you when you drink it black like I do. Cream and sugar I bet take away the antioxidant power, or, in the least, make your coffee gay.
So, as an informal survey, what do you drink in the morning? Is it coffee (if so, how do you take it?), Mountain Dew, some other beverage, or are you a “I don’t need caffeine” weenie? Put your preference in the comments.

IMAO Podcast #14 8-29-05

Reference link: Pat Robertson calls for assassination of Hugo Chavez
Reference link: Crazy Turkmenistan President

  1. IMAO goes to Turkmenistan (Part 1)
  2. Introduction & sponsors
  3. “World of Knowledge” w/ host Frank J: History of Tobacco
  4. Laurence Simon’s corrupting influence
  5. Harvey: Fun Facts About Indiana Part 1
  6. Right Wing Duck: IMAO News Moment (Part 1)
  7. Harvey: Fun Facts About Indiana Part 2
  8. Frank J’s corrupting influence
  9. Public Service Announcement: Smoking
  10. SarahK’s corrupting influence
  11. Right Wing Duck: IMAO News Moment (Part 2)
  12. Harvey’s corrupting influence
  13. Laurence Simon’s Crappy Bedtime Stories: Little Red Riding Hood
  14. SarahK reviews “Sin City”
  15. IMAO goes to Turkmenistan (Part 2)
  16. Conclusion

New IMAudiO: The Corrupting Influence

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Fun Facts About Illinois: The Director’s Cut

(NOTE: I mistakenly had this posted last week for about a day. If you missed Idaho, go here)
The version on the IMAO podcast (#13) was cut here & there for time & quality reasons.
My unsullied and divinely inspired artistic vision appears in the extended entry…

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Kaboom

The Palestinians are just bursting and exploding with joy over the Gaza Disengagement.