Silflay Hraka

Saudi Arabia is teetering on the brink of collapse.

Letting a faction allied with Al-Qaeda take over the government that controls the access to Mecca is a truly excellent way to force moderate muslims to take sides. It’ll also knock Europe and Japan off the fence, since the chaos of a Saudi civil war will put a real crimp in their oil supplies. They’ll beg us to restore order, since they don’t possess the means to do so. And we can waltz in nice and and easy, using the troops we’ve put in place for ostensible use against Saddam. Letting your enemy take our their main source of support is jujitsu of the highest order. Do I think this administration is smart enough to do that? Hell no. They might be smart enough to take advantage of it, though.

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NZ bear is El-ahrairrah in 2014.

There’s a Ziggy 9/11 memorial poster. “suitable for framing.”

If not buying this means the terrorists have won……The hell with it, they can have this round.

This is what happens when you sing “Lollipop Guild” off-tempo and in the wrong key

Boogiety boogiety, fastest thing on two feet.

Turns out Ozzy is really a classical composer.

Dig, my little brethren, dig!

Anthrax in Antarctica

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Ch-ching!

Thanks to whomever gave us $2.50 this morning. It?ll go towards the Beach house. Once we get it, everyone is invited. Only $400K to go.

It also gave birth to the Money Dance. Its got a conga line beat, and a chant that goes

?Somebody gave me mo-NEY! Somebody gave me mo-NEY!?
?Somebody gave me mo-NEY! Somebody gave me mo-NEY!?

The basic money dance move is a spastic version of the Twist. I performed it shirtless. It was singularly unattractive, especially since the gym shorts I had on when I got up this morning were a tad large, and prone to slippage. I also had bed head. Yes, the first thing I do in the morning is check the blog. What do you do?

So, as I said, unattractive. Unless you happen to be a toddler, then it?s irresistible. Ngnat had been sitting at her table in the corner, intent on ruining her Miss Weather Color-forms, until she saw the magic that is the money dance.

Since in her life all things must be done correctly, she insisted I remove her pajama top before she joined in, staggering about the room like a two-foot, half-naked drunk.

?Sommama gay me mah-NEE! Sommama gay me mah-NEE!?
?Sommama gay me mah-NEE! Sommama gay me mah-NEE!?

Stop. Yank at pajama bottoms. After all, that?s what dad was doing.

A few seconds of this were enough attract outside attention, and the sainted wife and mother viewed us from the door rather bemusedly until we reached the stop and yank portion of the presentation.

?What are you doing??

?The Money dance!?

?Mahnee Nance!?, echoed from the floor.

?And why are you doing the Money Dance??

?Somebody tipped the blog! Somebody gave me mon-NEY! Somebody gave me mon-NEY!?

?Sommama gay me mah-NEE! Daddy?Stop!? Ngnat had observed a flaw in the proceedings. There were three people present, yet only two were doing the money dance. She waved a finger in her mother?s direction.

?Mommy, take off shirt!?

?Yea! Mommy take off shirt! Mommy take off shi-RT! Mommy take off shi-RT! I?ll give you some mo-NEY! I?ll give you some mo-NEY!?

Ngnat liked the new dance. ?I gib you so-MOMMY! I gib you so-MOMMY!?

And so Mommy took off shirt!

Well, no. Mommy did not take off shirt. I put that in there to make her family gasp in horror. While Ngnat and daddy were very amusing, we were not at all convincing. You?re more likely to see Margaret Thatcher prancing around with her boobs in the wind. Momma was not about to descend to our animal level.

At least, not for $2.50.