Thursday, October 04, 2007

Papers, Please

And you thought we were all a bunch of conspiracy theory whackjobs:

The TSA wants commercial airlines to submit passenger information through a single DHS portal for both the Secure Flight and APIS programs. This would result in one DHS system responsible for watch list matching for all aviation passengers. Naturally, the entire process - for both domestic and international travel - will occur in total secrecy. If you're denied permission to travel, you won't be able to appeal the decision to any court. Your only recourse will be through the TSA bureaucracy. Essentially, you'll be reduced to pleading with the TSA to say something like, "pretty please, give me a boarding pass."
So, who wants to be the first to hear "I fucking told you so?" Anyone? Anyone? The Great Depression...

Breaking Johnny Fairplay

Three words: Go Danny Go...


Discuss on Fark Here. That's gotta sting...

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Stark Reality

Suck it, Churchies.

Congressman Pete Stark (D-CA) is one of us.

And according to the article, there might be 20 more in Congress as well.

Where is your God now?

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Bomb Iran, Bomb-Bomb, Bomb-Bomb Iran

With appologies due to Brian Wilson... Yeah, King George the Simple wants to bomb Iran. He's got his legion of brainwashed neo-cons drumming up any reason they can find to bomb Iran before we're finally rid of what is arguably the worst single president in US history. The Telegraph has the article Here, and the obligatory Fark thread is Here.

Yeah, great. Go and create yet another mess for us to clean up when you're gone. While you sit in Crawford and laugh (at least until you're brought to the Hague to answer for your crimes, Mr. Bush), we'll have to deal with the consequences of your rash, selfish, and stupid decision. It's bad enough that we have to clean up your mess in Iraq, the clusterfuck that is the "War on Terror" (how can you declare war on an adjective?), and your piss-poor economic decisions that doom our financial futures. You know what?

FUCK YOU, MR. PRESIDENT. DIAF.