American Idol!

For those who like American Idol, SarahK is semi-liveblogging it at Snark Raving Mad.
And who doesn’t like it; it’s American!

Sptizer Hooker Proclaims: I’m Ready On Day One!

Although Governor Eliot Spitzer has not been heard from all day, (aides say he’s formulating a plan on fighting crime and corruption in NY), a new candidate has emerged as a potential replacement should he resign.
Wanting to be known only as Candidate 9, Governor Spitzer’s favorite Lady of the Evening proclaims, “I have intimate experience sleeping with the governor. I don’t see how that CAN’T qualify me for this very important office.” Governor Spitzer recently was tied to a very high end prostitution ring.
Speaking to reporters via conference call she emphasized that although she would be doing to the public exactly what she had been doing to the governo,r that she wanted to emphasize her record in making the rich pay their fair share. The conference enthralled reporters. Even though the prepared statement took two minutes to read, she spent 20 minutes talking dirty.
Should Candidate 9 not be elected to office, she is also considering her own perfume series — potentially called Love Potion.

A Story, Bit by Bit
Hellbender: Chapter 1 – Creating Opportunity

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“We’re going to steal arms from the military.”
Bryce Worthington said it as if it was some genius idea, but Doug didn’t quite see the appeal. He looked to Lulu Lui, but she seemed okay with the concept. Then again, she was wearing a military officer’s uniform for some reason. He turned back to Bryce. “Isn’t that treason?”
Bryce scoffed. “Come on; everyone does it. It’s like the jaywalking of treason. You ever jaywalked, Doug?”
“Yeah, but I got yelled at.”
“Well… if that’s the worse that happens, then I think we’ll have come out pretty well.”
“Would an officer wear this much eye shadow?” Lulu checked out her face and uniform in a mirror. She wore it quite well, but pigtails wasn’t the most authoritative of hair styles. “Eh, what do I care what other officers do; I’m my own person.”
“Where did you get that uniform?” Doug asked. Bryce was in a new suit, but Doug knew there was no point in asking him about it.
“I decided to join the military, and they thought I was so cute they went ahead and made me a Major.”
“So why does your nametag say ‘Chen’?”
“When they made me a Major, they decided to give me a name more officiery.”
Doug looked around the room. It had a very nice view of the city. “And whose apartment is this?”
“Doug, what’s with all the questions?” Bryce took on an angry tone. “You’re unemployed, so it’s not like you have anything better to do than help us rob this military base. Didn’t you just get replaced at your factory job by a monkey again?”
“Isn’t that like the fourth time you’ve been replaced by a highly trained monkey?” Lulu asked Doug.
“Third,” Bryce corrected. “The monkey that replaced him in his packing job was only marginally trained.”
“I hate monkeys!” Doug shouted. “I’m always getting replaced by monkeys or robots! They keep taking the jobs of honest humans like me and it’s not right!”
“I wonder what would happen if they made a robot monkey.” Lulu said.
“Then he’d totally be screwed,” Bryce said.
The thought horrified Doug. “That would be the worst thing ever!”
“Well, Doug my boy, it’s time to show the world you can do what monkeys and robots can’t.” Bryce tossed Doug some clothes. “Namely commit treason.”
Doug looked at the black uniform. “Isn’t this like the uniform for one of Asmod’s Protectors?” They were the government’s elite soldiers and very scary.
“Just put it on,” Bryce said. “No more time for questions.”
Doug really didn’t want to become an enemy of the state, but peer pressure was hard to resist. He headed off to the bedroom for a bit of privacy, but then he noticed something odd. “Why is there a half-naked woman tied up in here?”
“I don’t know,” Lulu answered, “but one thing is for sure: Her name isn’t Chen.”
She wasn’t moving. “Is she alive?”
Bryce looked slightly worried. “None of us have the medical experience to make a pronouncement on that matter.”
“Bryce was supposed to drug her drink,” Lulu explained, “but he screwed that up so I had to bash her over the head with a chair. It was a very sturdy chair.”
Bryce shrugged. “We’re kinda new to this espionage thing, so it’s well chalk this up as a learning experience.”
Doug figured they were already in pretty deep, so he might as well go along and put on the uniform. “Was this the woman you were dating, Bryce?”
“One of them.”
Doug shook his head. “You’re really horrible to women. You gotta work on that.”
“At least I get some,” Bryce answered. “The point is we needed her credentials for this mission and I’m not really going to weep much over the fate of one of Asmod’s stooges. You ready?”
Doug’s new uniform smelled funny. “I guess.”
Bryce handed him the helmet with skull-like facemask that went with the Protector uniform. “Put this on, and as long as you don’t say anything you might actually look slightly intimidating.”
He put the helmet and almost scared himself when he looked in the mirror. “We’re going to get like executed for this, aren’t we?”
“No, the government’s hasn’t been in much of an execution kick lately,” Bryce said. “More like reeducation… or for you, I guess just a plain education.”
“They’ll make us admit two plus two equals five,” Lulu said, “which won’t be too bad except for how it will screw up the multiplication tables.”
“I don’t want to learn math.” A thought struck Doug and he became quite concerned beyond just potentially being hunted by a government armed with arithmetic. “Will Charlene be a part of this?”
“Of course,” Lulu said. “It wouldn’t be team Hellbender without stick in the mud Charlene.”
“Okay. Good.” He was trying to get himself mentally prepared for this step into the abyss, but then another thought struck him. “Does she know she is going to be a part of this?”
Bryce laughed. “Of course not.”
There was an explosion nearby and then sirens started going off throughout the city. “That’s our cue.” Bryce ushered them to exit the apartment.
Doug could hear gunfire. “What’s going on?”
“Got inside info that Serpine’s forces are attacking today,” Bryce explained while they headed to the stairway. “That’s what we had to schedule around.”
“Who?”
Bryce led them towards the roof. “Transcendent who rules the areas north of us. Vowed to destroy this city recently and has been amassing forces to do just that.”
Doug shrugged. “I really don’t follow politics. So we’re being invading?”
“Since they’re going to leave after they raze this place,” Lulu said, “I don’t think it’s technically an invasion.”
Bryce stopped and turned towards Lulu. “Actually, I think as long as they just come in mass, it’s an invasion. I don’t think the term requires them to stay.”
“So are we being invaded?” Doug asked again.
Lulu shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe.”
Bryce led them to the roof, and Doug could see fighting in the air between jet planes and flying creatures. “They got dragons!”
Bryce sighed. “Superstitious talk like that is what give us Last a bad name. There are no such things as dragons, Doug. Are they breathing fire?”
“No… they’re firing missiles I think.”
“Not a dragon, then. Probably something much more ordinary like some sort of giant, flying, cyborg reptile.”
There was a crack of thunder and the sky turned purple. The clouds swirled until they formed the face of a woman that looked down upon them all with scorn. “Followers of Asmod, this city is doomed. Asmod has been an obstacle to our progress for too long, and now this city shall burn until nothing is left. You can see your defense is already falling to my superior forces, and soon my ally Loch will be here… and I think you know that means you should be gone. If any of you survive, you should rethink your loyalties.” The face faded away, and the sky was clear again.
“I’d so hit that.” Bryce turned away from the sky and walked towards a nearby military VTOL transport parked on the roof.
“Is Loch really coming?” Doug was more than a little frightened having heard all the stories of Loch, a being of immense power who used his infinite knowledge to inflict pain. If even a fraction of the stories about Loch were true, Doug was ready to flee immediately.
“Yes, and he’s going to eat our souls! Woooo!” Lulu laughed and got in the passenger seat.
Bryce got in the driver’s side. “The Trans have their silly rules of engagement which means Loch can’t do anything until Asmod’s forces are bested through traditional methods… something that should leave us enough time to steal from the military base in the midst of the chaos. We can’t start a new life without some capital.”
Doug didn’t share Bryce confidence, but he was now quite convinced they needed to get Charlene before they fled so she didn’t get left to the mercies of Loch. He got in the back of the vehicle and sat down while doing his best not to freak out at the continued sound of fighting nearby.
Bryce took the vehicle into the air. “Now, we have to fool them that Tri-Lu is an officer, I’m a government official, and you’re an elite soldier… but we only have to fool them for a couple of minutes if we’re quick.”
Lulu smiled and giggled. “I think is going to be neat. I’m glad we’re finally doing this criminal thing because my secretary job was really getting on my nerves.”
“I thought you were a stripper,” Doug said.
“I am… but it’s not my job.”
“One more thing,” Bryce said. “If I do this…” he made a motion with his arm. “Our cover is blown and we shoot our way out. Anyway just keep calm, and this should go off without a hitch.”
“And most of all, have fun,” Lulu added.
Doug didn’t quite see the shoot everyone signal and though of asking Bryce to repeat it, but then he realized he didn’t have a gun anyway.
NEXT

It’s Time to Get the U.S. Out of the Democratic Party
An Editorial by Frank J.

 My father taught me a lesson that sometimes you just have to cut your losses. Having tried for the umpteenth time to teach me to clean up my room after playing with Legos, he decided it was a losing, pointless battle and drove me out to the woods and abandoned me. Eventually, by making my way to the road and hitchhiking (most people aren’t too wary of six-year-old hitchhikers) I made it home and was much more diligent about picking up my Legos. Of course, I could have never made it home, and my father knew that. The point was, that wasn’t his problem anymore. He washed his hands of it and it was up to me now to sink or swim. It’s time to apply that perspective to the Democratic Party.

“We even tried introducing them to democracy, but they came up with idea of superdelegates to subvert that.”

 The Democratic Party is on the verge of civil war. Two charismatic leaders are pulling it apart, setting the factions of black people and elite white women against each other. There will be blood, and I don’t see any reason why America should be in the middle of it when it happens. We’ve interfered enough, trying to prop up one of this leaders we think will be friendlier to us, but there is nothing but disaster on the horizon. We need to cut our losses and abandon the Democratic Party.

 I know many of you will be resistant to the idea as we’ve invested so much time and money in it, but what have we gained? Democrats have always been a stumbling block for our country, and so much of our tax money goes to their aid. Do you ever see that changing, or do you see it getting worse? Be honest. And you can’t say we haven’t tried all we can to help the Democrats. We even tried introducing them to democracy, but they came up with idea of superdelegates to subvert that. As many argued, the culture of the Democrats just won’t allow them to ever accept democracy or other American ideals, so why do we keep banging our heads against the wall trying to change them?

 America should have no more involvement with the Democratic Party. No matter what we do, it is going to collapse into chaos. When that happens, we should not be anywhere near the Democrats. I know its harsh to say we should abandon them, but it should not be our problem anymore. Maybe one day they’ll find their way out of the woods and learn to pick up their Legos, but if they don’t, we should not lose any sleep over a fate of their own doing. I know my father wouldn’t.
Frank J. is a syndicated columnist whose columns appear worldwide on IMAO.us and is the author of numerous abandoned manuscripts.

lolterizt! Part 38

SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT (FINAL REMINDER) – To celebrate the 5th anniversary of the start of the Iraq War, Part 39 of lolterizt! will be posted on Wednesday, March 19th and will be a special lolprotstrz! version, featuring crass captioning of your favorite anti-war idiots in action. You can start submitting your hippies, Code Pinks, commies, Cindy Sheehans and other loudmouth street-polluting liberals immediately. The final deadline is 6pm CDT, Tuesday March 18.
Meanwhile, once again, pass ’em around, spread the love, and if you make your own, don’t be shy about dropping a link to your pics in the comments. The more, the merrier.
NOTE TO READERS: Hovering your mouse over the picture activates closed captioning for the l33t-speak/txtmsg impaired.


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PRODUCTION NOTES:
#1: When creating lolterizt! pictures, please caption with either black or white text, as colors like red and yellow tend to blur badly when I compress the images.
#2: Standard image size for these posts is 350px wide by whatever high. If you can have your images 350px wide before you caption them, I won’t end up shrinking your captions into illegibility when I re-size the images.
STYLE NOTE: Short captions are usually better. Your goal is 10 words or less, with humor value tending to increase exponentially as the number of words approaches 1.
SOURCE NOTE: Snapped Shot is still making peace with the AP law-talking-guys, so he’s off the radar as a source for a while. However, try Googling “AP photo” and your favorite MSM euphemism for “terrorist”. You’ll find plenty of material.
Send your submissions to lolterizt-at-gmail.com and – if they aren’t obscene (IMAO is a PG-13 site) and don’t suck too terribly bad – I’ll post them for you. Remember to include your name (and blog URL, if applicable) so I know who to thank.
Today’s edition is dedicated to those who lost their lives in the Madrid bombings. We remember 3-11.

Hmm…

I’ve tried and failed to come up with a joke about Eliot Spitzer. Should I just turn in my political humorist badge?
Well, put any good ones you’ve heard in the comments. Try and keep it relatively clean.

Help Get Frank J. a Job, Win a Free T-Shirt!

I like to keep my professional and blogging life separate, but I’m in a bit of a pickle. I don’t want to go into the details, but let’s just say I had personal reasons for moving to Boise immediately (other than that SarahK and I really wanted to live here) and am quite happy to be here. The problem is I have been unable to get employment yet. That combined with still having a house to sell in Florida is becoming a bit of a problem (and the water heater recently exploded there… but let’s not even go into that). Though I’ve gotten a few interviews and thought I did quite well, I think my problem has been I’m a bit too specialized (if someone had a job for implementing a cryptographic algorithm on an FPGA, I would so get that). Still, I have a degree from an actual accredited college (Carnegie Mellon) and six years experience in digital design and programming so I think I should be able to find some sort of tech job here. I have a lot of knowledge of C and C++, and can easily pick up any other programming language (actually, I usually find I can debug without even knowing the language). Ideally, I’d like to get a full time job in Boise, but I’d be happy for about anything involving design/debug and money. Like, if you don’t know any jobs in Idaho but know how to make money programming from home, that would be helpful too. Or maybe even some help on how to get some certified skill in C# or whatever shiny new programming languages people like these days.
I know what you’re thinking: “Bah! Why should I care of your fate? How does it affect me?” Well, for one, if I end up homeless in a box, blogging will be light. Something to keep in mind if you enjoy IMAO. But, more importantly, if you help me get a job, you will win a free t-shirt. That’s right: Absolutely free. And it doesn’t even have to be an IMAO t-shirt. You can just find some t-shirt anywhere on the internet, send me the link, and say, “I got you a job. Get me this t-shirt.” Just don’t make it some weird hundred dollar custom t-shirt — let’s keep this in reason. And think of the stories you can tell. People will see you brand new t-shirt and ask, “Where did you get that?” To which you’ll answer, “From getting Frank J. a job.” To which they’ll exclaim, “The Frank J.?! Can I touch it?” And you can answer accordingly on how comfortable you are with being touched.
See, if you help Frank J., everyone wins.
So, anyone out there of any help? You know you want a t-shirt.

Worse Than Frank’s Post

IMAO readers are all closet liberals who secretly yearn for a Hillary Clinton presidency because their weak inner children need the security of a nanny state.
[Note to Frank: THIS is a control post everyone will hate.]