Itinerant reader Nathaniel tips us off to this smokin’ hot video of a Bush lobbyist shaking down representatives of Kyrgyzstan’s exiled ex-president for “a couple hundred thousand dollars” in Bush library contributions in exchange for a visit with Dubya.
And that’s legal?? The
UK Times says this is a real “row,” which I assume means one more in a series of soul-numbing lessons on the direct relationship between power and corruption. Thanks
Lord Acton!
Or perhaps it’s just that Presidential libraries are the ultimate shakedown.
Calling all teachers! Are you feeling an uncontrollable impulse to text your 13-year old student/s and let them know the ways in which you are in love with them? Stop! It will backfire, as the above video illustrates.
In other sexy-texting-related news, embattled Detroit Mayor and Sexy-Texter
Kwame Kilpatrick will apparantly attempt to argue in court that no one can prove that someone didn’t hack into his phone and send multiple sexy-texts to his chief-of-staff/lover. Good luck, Kwame!
Tomorrow I’ll be either a) lounging around the house in my underpants, b) attending one of several cookouts, or c) staying home and watching The Trouble With Girls, the most American movie ever made. (Seriously–it has Elvis, fireworks, Cindy Brady, and a bluegrass trio.)
Actually, I’m going to do my best to do all of those things, and hopefully get some beer in the mix as well, which means I figured I’d do my obligatory Fourth of July post a day early.
After the jump, four songs about the ol’ US of A, sung by the people who know it best: British men.
For some ungodly reason I woke up at four this morning, which means that I had hours and hours to dwell on the fact that one of the biggest festivals in the city this year is trying to pass off Tiffany as an exciting musical option. And, being the way I am, I started thinking about other gay-ish bands that I’d actually like to see performing downtown today. Like, for instance, bands who may have actually been culturally relevant in this no-longer-new millennium. Here’s eleven suggestions for a homo music festival that people might actually enjoy. To the Youtube-mobile!
So, yesterday Beth and I were talking about this weekend’s invasion by Gamera Tiffany, and that led to a discussion of Lene Lovich, who covered “I Think We’re Alone Now” (in both English and Japanese!) eight years before Tiffzilla.
Lovich, a Michigander with a voice one might call “kooky,” got a cult following in the late 1970s, and achieved a #3 UK hit with “Lucky Number,” a song that was originally written as a b-side to the “I Think We’re Alone Now” single. (I’m sure this makes no difference to anyone else, but Beth didn’t remember “I Think We’re Alone Now” from her album and I did, but I just learned it’s only because I have the CD re-issue that stuck that song on at the end. So we were both right!)
Anyhoo, here’s “Lucky Number”, and then some versions of “I Think We’re Alone Now” after the jump:
Miller, who
famously testified on behalf of the textbook he wrote after Georgia tried to slap an “Evolution is a Theory” bumper sticker on all of their biology primers, and in the
landmark Dover, PA case, is a
big macher on College Hill.
In legal news, velvet-tongued hook-master R Kelly was
acquitted on 14 counts of child sex crimes by a jury in his native Chicago after 6 years of courtroom drama. While a grainy video tape did show a man giving a young girl a golden shower, spawning the Dave Chappelle spoof
“Piss on You (Remix)”, jurors were unable to conclude beyond a reasonable doubt that this man was Mr. Kelly.
Big ups to the legal system on this one. In celebration, let’s all watch
this video from Jay-Z and R Kelly, released before all this brouhaha started, in which Kells croons: “You can’t touch me, no you can’t touch me/ Jigga, Kelly, not guilty.” Or, if you want to relive the classics, peep this:
What You Don’t Know might hurt you, so Let Me Be The One to invite you to the Local 121 tonight, where Tim O’Keefe and I will be taking you to the Point of No Return (ah, ah, ah) at his weekly Listening Party. It will be delightful.
Yup, that’s an alien all right! No doubt about it! I mean, it sure looks like what an alien is supposed to look like. Thank god these
nutbags from Colorado were able to capture it on film and then try to make money off it!
The Denver man who is pushing a ballot measure to have the city form an “ET Commission” showed video of what he says is an alien Friday morning at a news conference. Reporters were allowed to view the video, but only a still image of it was released to the media.
Jeff Peckman said aliens visit his friend Stan Romanke all the time.
Romanke, who lives in Colorado Springs, allegedly recorded the alien video while living in Nebraska.
The pair has a deal with a documentary company for the rights to the video.
Because nothing says “holiday weekend” like “Scottish people ranting with lots of balloons.” The sound is pretty awful but it was the best I could find:
So either David Cook or David Archuleta is going to be the next American Idol, who really, who cares when Eurovision is happening the same week?!
Dustin The Turkey didn’t make it to the finals, which is total bullshit. Neither did those cute Belgian folksingers or that jokey Estonian song about cake and onions. Crappy Polish Isis Gee and that glittery Azerbaijani angel-wing nonsense made it through, though.
After the jump, a preview of today’s semi-final, which I may or may not liveblog depending on my work schedule and whether or not I can figure out when it actually starts. The first batch of songs were definitely better, so be warned, especially when it comes to clicking on the Lithuanian entry.
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