Friday, November 28 (Updated)

I think we need to spread the word that islamofascists killed in the war on terror or in "suspected terror attacks" be buried with a nice hunk of pork in their mouths? And then do it video tape it and send it to every hostile mosque in the world.

Posted by GM Roper at November 28, 2008 5:45 AM

The Jordanian Kingdom killed 40,000 Palistinians in 1970 to re-establish conrol within Jordan. Some Palistinian factions stated they would rather die than surrender, and they were obliged.

Posted by james wilson at November 28, 2008 7:54 AM

Unlike the apocalypse porn from 4 years ago you recycled in the post down below a bit, the real mess is going to still happen in the middle east, and likely eminate from Pakistan in some form or another. Just wait till a container ship with a nuke on it detonates in an Indian port.

The current attack in India may still spark a war.

Posted by Eric Blair at November 28, 2008 11:04 AM

For those unfamiliar with the "healing waters" of Soap Lake and the town's recent aquisition of the "World's Largest Lava Lamp", from the 1920's onward it was one of those places that seemed to attract every misfit and oddball in the state. "Smokium" was the name given these mysterious waters, aledgedly by the original native population, although this suspiciously sounds like one of those terms like "heap big" or "how" that I have a hard time imagining being spoken by any native tribal member other than of the Tonto variety. Call me a cynic.

For a time in the early 90's, myself and a few drinking buddies found ourselves drawn to this cosmic center of the Soviet of Washington. The town resembled a weird version of David Lynch's Twin Peaks community....only much weirder. On our first trip we were befriended by a local and were afforded the exclusive ($7.00 and befriendment by a local) opportunity of membership in the Soap Lake Businessman's Club. Upon entering the club through a subterrainian passage via the "World Famous Notares Lodge", we found a seat at the five foot wide Douglas Fir log bar and within the first hour were witness to an ex rodeo clown named Tomcat emptying his pistol into the ceiling of the club (and into the guest rooms of the lodge above), the entertainment for the evening (and every evening) the ancient Miss Bonnie Guitar body blocking our local friend off the stage when his harmonica solo went a bit long, and the amorous attention of the gay town florist who took an interest in one of our traveling companions because he had "arms like a wheat farmer". It immediately for obvious reasons became our favored destination for alcohol fueled road trips and my long suffering significant other at the time grew used to the 4:00AM phone call saying "I'm in Soap Lake, I'm calling from the side car of a Vespa, not sure when I'll be back".

The place had such a bizzare vibe then that the aquisition and construction of the "Worlds Largest Lava Lamp" in the town square only serves to demonstrate how mainstream and conventional the population has become since then.

Posted by anybodyinpoulsbo at November 28, 2008 11:42 AM

Personally, I'd rather have a Larva Lamp.

Posted by Gray at November 28, 2008 8:40 PM

You, Gray, in a just world you'd be taken out and shot for that.

Posted by vanderleun at November 28, 2008 9:03 PM

um. Is that "VERSA" across his shirt photoshopped?
Looks like the V is resting on the rifle doesn't it?

Posted by dT at November 29, 2008 7:28 PM

Never mind

Posted by dT at November 29, 2008 7:30 PM