Jeez, it appears that every organization established for honoring actual achievement has become what George C. Scott referred to the Oscars™ as: “a meat parade.”
Yep. Fucking Al Gore. For that Global Warming
Scam that he’s made beaucoup bank off of.
Exhibit # 2:
Some current nominees for the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame:
Yes, Deep Purple, and Link Wray (the inventor of the fuckin’ POWER CHORD, the cornerstone of rock guitar), which means these artists are currently NOT in the Hall of Fame.
Some past inductees:
Ahmet Ertegun (Founder of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. Ohhh, I get it.)
Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five (I yield to no one in my enjoyment of “The Message,” GF&TFF’s seminal rap hit. But …, they are a rap group. Rap. Should Led Zeppelin be nominated for a Rap Industry Award? In 2007, Rolling Stone publisher Jann Wenner used a technicality on the vote dating procedure to deny induction to The Dave Clark Five, because he felt the Hall couldn’t go another year without inducting a rap act. Starting to see how things work here?)
Madonna (Oh for fuck’s sake.)
Bill Monroe (I loves me some Bill Monroe, but he was a bluegrass player, not a rock n’ roller, despite being called an “Early Influence”™ by the Hall of Fame panjandrums.)
Jelly Roll Morton (Seriously? The self-proclaimed inventor of jazz?)
Notables who are NOT in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame:
Chicago (A rock band with a horn section, with a guitarist – Terry Kath – that Jimi Hendrix considered way better than himself. Think about that for a moment.)
Grand Funk Railroad (WTF? Can you say The Red Album, people? The group that sold out Shea Stadium quicker than the Beatles did? You’re killing me here.)
Iron Butterfly (In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, baby. Who didn’t get stoned in the 70′s listening to this?)
Robin Trower (Too Rolling Stoned, Bridge of Sighs, and on and on … .)
I’m done with all this. Any organization that would give me an award is not one I respect enough to accept an award from.
The Sex Pistols refused to attend when inducted, calling the museum “a piss stain.” That’s the rock n’ roll attitude, my friends.
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Who is John Galt?
As of yesterday, it is Karl Denninger, also known as Tickerguy over at market-ticker.org.
He pulled the plug on his involvement in the economy of the United States so long as our country is being run by kleptocrats.
He was a must-read daily stop of mine in the blogosphere. He will be missed, but more people like him need to act the way he did.
Good luck and Godspeed, Karl.
“Obamacare will question your sex life” says the New York Post.
‘Are you sexually active? If so, with one partner, multiple partners or same-sex partners?”
Be ready to answer those questions and more the next time you go to the doctor, whether it’s the dermatologist or the cardiologist and no matter if the questions are unrelated to why you’re seeking medical help. And you can thank the Obama health law.
Ummm … yeah, right.
Gotta go to the local Doc In The Box UrgentCare for a sprained ankle? Be prepared to tell them all about your junk-bumping escapades. Or, answer as your Wiccapundit plans to:
Sam-I-Am, oh Sam-I-Am
I love sex, old Sam-I-Am
I sometimes do it here and there
I often do it anywhere
Frequently it’s on the beach
With a daiquiri in reach
Once I did it in the car
On the way to another bar
I’ve often kept it up for hours
Viagra gives me super-powers
Swinging from the rafters wrecks
The house when you have hot monkey-sex
Once it was ménage à trois
(But nothing rhymes with ménage à trois)
The Mile High Club is in a plane
But it is never on a train
Once I tried it on a boat
But NEVER did it with a goat
Not with a goat, but on a boat
A Mile-High plane and on a train
Ménage à trois, well Ooh-La-La!
Hot-monkey sex the rafters wrecks
Up for hours with super-powers
In the car between the bars
On the beach with booze in reach
Here and there, and EVERYWHERE
Sex all day, wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am
THAT’s what I’m talkin’ about, Sam-I-Am.
Doctor: How often do you have sex?
Me: All the time, Doc. In fact, I’m having sex right now.
Doctor: How many partners have you slept with?
Me: 57,691 in my 47 years. Do the math.
Doctor: Have you ever had sex with more than one woman at the same time?
Me: Is there a French word for ménage à twenty-three?
Doctor: Do you use sexual toys?
Me: We have so many “marital aids” we could open an adult novelty store.
Doctor: Have you ever had any physical relations that you would consider unusual?
Me: Does scorching sex with that green-skinned alien woman from the original Star Trek™ count?
Doctor: Do you have anything else to tell me?
Me: Yeah, Doc. If my erection lasts for more than four hours, I ain’t callin’ you, I’m callin’ the Guinness Book of World Records.
Your Wiccapundit lurves him some classical music, particularly piano music of the Romantic period. Franz Liszt was possibly the first rockstar musician, what with women screaming and fainting at his concerts and throwing their hankies at him. (Pace Tom Jones, they probably would have thrown their underwear, but corsets are a bit much… .) Furthermore, Roger Daltrey played Liszt in Lisztomania, the 1973 Ken Russell-directed psychedelic biopic of the man, with Rick Wakeman appearing in the film as Thor, the Nordic god of thunder. How cool is that? To give you an idea of what the film is like, it makes Tommy look normal.
Perhaps Liszt’s most famous composition is the Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2, which I can attest is a beast to play. I now have a new favorite interpretation of this masterpiece. Here is the performance by the superb Russian pianist Valentina Lisitsa. She has immaculate technique, but it is ever in the service of the musicality. Her dynamic control is extraordinary. As you watch this, mind you that there was no video trickery used to make her fingers appear to move faster, and that this live performance was the encore.
Take that, Miley Cyrus.
Hollywood has run out of original ideas. Maybe someone should make a movie about Witold Pilecki. Ah, it’ll never happen. His exploits are so immense, no producer in Tinseltown would touch it; they’d think it too improbable.
Improbable or not, they’re certainly true. Rather than try to summarize, I suggest you follow this link to the article at This Ain’t Hell for the full story of a man with balls so large, they produced gravity.