Sometimes I just feel sick to my stomach

Oh my gentle Jesus! Who would do something so disgusting?




I just don't know what else to say............

The Evil Has Landed!

And he is already telling lies!

No, not that the Holocaust never happened, not that he just wants nuclear power for peaceful uses.

Worse than that, he is lying about the size of his penis! Bastard. We all know that Iranians have little dicks, but Mr. Evil just can't resist using the public stage to spread more lies.

See the picture below for proof.



There is no telling what kind of lies and vitriol he will try to spread from the august stage that Columbia has afforded him.

TWO SONGS FOR HEDLI ANDERSON

Once again, under the category of “If I don’t make you read it you never will” here is something by W.H. Auden

Part 1 is also known as “Funereal Blues”

OK read these and place your analyst in the comment section.

TWO SONGS FOR HEDLI ANDERSON

Selected Poems of W.H. Auden
by W. H. Auden

I

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

II
O the valley in the summer where I and my John
Beside the deep river would walk on and on
While the flowers at our feet and the birds up above
Argued so sweetly on reciprocal love,
And I leaned on his shoulder; 'O Johnny, let's play':
But he frowned like thunder and he went away.

O that Friday near Christmas as I well recall
When we went to the Charity Matinee Ball,
The floor was so smooth and the band was so loud
And Johnny so handsome I felt so proud;
'Squeeze me tighter, dear Johnny, let's dance till it's day':
But he frowned like thunder and he went away.

Shall I ever forget at the Grand Opera
When music poured out of each wonderful star?
Diamonds and pearls they hung dazzling down
Over each silver and golden silk gown;
'O John I'm in heaven,' I whispered to say:
But he frowned like thunder and he went away.

O but he was fair as a garden in flower,
As slender and tall as the great Eiffel Tower,
When the waltz throbbed out on the long promenade
O his eyes and his smile they went straight to my heart;
'O marry me, Johnny, I'll love and obey':
But he frowned like thunder and he went away.

O last night I dreamed of you, Johnny, my lover,
You'd the sun on one arm and the moon on the other,
The sea it was blue and the grass it was green,
Every star rattled a round tambourine;
Ten thousand miles deep in a pit there I lay:
But you frowned like thunder and you went away.

The Wild Hunt

It's time that you all learned a little Mythology, I know you are going to say "NO, it's all so hard and confusing, everything is, like, in a foreign language. Can't I have some Greek mythos with easy to read English names?" Sorry no, but I will help you all through this. Now learn about the Wild Hunt.

The Norse God, Odin in his many forms, astride his eight-legged steed Sleipnir, came to be deeply associated with the Wild Hunt in Scandinavia because of his aspect of berserking.

Odin and his followers would mount upon their spectral steeds and ride threw the sky, or threw the woods, hunting, boar, hart, and young maidens. The Wild Hunt was to be respect and feared.

The passage of this hunt was also referred to as Odin's Hunt. People who saw the passing hunt and mocked it were cursed and would mysteriously vanish along with the host; those that joined in sincerity were rewarded with gold. In the wake of the passing storm (which the Hunt was often identified with), a black dog would be found upon a neighboring hearth. To remove it, it would need to be exorcised similar to the custom for removing changelings. However, if it could not be removed by trickery, it must be kept for a whole year and carefully tended. Much like Paris Hilton.

What is most fascinating about the Wild Hunt is how man perceived it.......

And since I am the most fascinating man that I know, I will tell you how I perceive the Wild Hunt.

Odin and a group of his close friends are setting around the Mead Hall and getting trashed. And heavens to Betsy they run out of Mead. So Odin and the Drunk Dozen load up on their horses and take off on a Mead run. As soon as they departed the Mead Store they decide that it would be fun to ride around all night, blowing upon their horns and raising hell. The hell raising mostly consist of trampling peoples yards and busting their mail boxes with baseball bats. Followed by picking up women and carrying them off to the Mead Hall for some post hunt partying.

After the Wild Hunt

Odin: "Man I was sooooo fucked up. Hey Thor who was that skank you picked up last night?"

Thor: "Your sister!" hahahhaha

Boys will be boys, and some things will never change.

Odin as a young boy.

For all of you New England Fans