Christian Socialist Kevin Rudd offers Australians a new angle

The best part of Kevin Rudd getting kicked out of a NYC strip club is that Mr. Milquetoast is always prattling on about his saintliness:

THE political danger for Kevin Rudd as he contemplates his moment of madness is that it gives the lie to the persona he has so far successfully sold to voters.

We are talking here, not only of Rudd’s deliberate projection as a bookish, Mandarin speaking intellect. But more of his claims to being a church going family man who counts as his hero Dietrich Bonhoeffer, the Lutheran pastor martyred by Adolf Hitler. The aspiration to high principle by association is obvious.

Just last week Rudd addressed the Australian Christian Lobby. He was a prominent member of the Federal Parliamentary prayer group. He has previously declared the Christian faith, along with a commitment to social justice, to be one of the guiding principles of his life.

And this: “For me, my family is the most important thing in my life. It is the backbone of my life.”

Of course, it doesn't help that he was travelling as an Australian representative to the United Nations where high living is a way of life. However, the real question is, considering what normally goes on at the strip bar in question, what could Mr. Milquetoast have possibly done to get kicked out?

Australian PM candiate Kevin Rudd is really a party animal!

You wouldn't guess it to look at him, but Kevin Rudd, Australian Labor Party Leader and PM hopeful in the upcoming election, turns out to be a real party animal after he gets a snootful:

Kevin Rudd's hopes of becoming Prime Minister have been rocked by a visit to a New York strip club where he was warned against inappropriate behaviour during a drunken night while representing Australia at the United Nations.

Mr Rudd yesterday issued a statement to The Sunday Telegraph, confirming he went to the club. But he said he could not recall what happened at the night spot because he had "had too much to drink''.

"If my behaviour caused any offence to anybody whatsoever that evening, I of course wholeheartedly apologise'' he said.

Mr Rudd went to the Manhattan "gentlemen's club'' Scores in September, 2003, when he was Shadow foreign affairs minister.

He was in New York at taxpayers' expense as a bipartisan observer at the UN. Mr Rudd went to the club, which is a well-known haunt of UN diplomats and journalists, with New York Post editor Col Allan and Northern Territory Labor MP Warren Snowdon.

Ole Kev sure got right into the United Nations thing, but a lot of the folks back home probably don't really understand what goes on there so they may be a trifle miffed. Not to mention his wife.

That's OK, Kevin - being a lefty means you'll be forgiven, but if you need some tips just put in a call to Ted Kennedy. The weekend is a bad time, of course, but whenever Ted sobers up I'm sure he'll give you a jingle with some good advice.

This is via Tim Blair who observes that "Haven’t been to the club in question, but things have to get pretty lively at these joints before you’re shown the door." Indeed. The article referenced explains what goes on at Scores, which is pretty much what goes on at any strip club but with higher prices, but here's the nut:

One customer review on the NY City Search site notes: "Scores has the best bouncers among all gentleman clubs in NY City. "They do not interfere unless you really cross the limit."

I wonder what ole Kevin was trying to stuff in her g-string? Kevin says he was too drunk to remember, but there must have been plenty of witnesses. C'mon folks, drop a dime.

Today's Hoot!

Fun with that sleazy hack, Ken Layne:

Hey, Ken? How's that media career goin' for ya, buddy? Remember when you thought you'd soon have a gig with a real MSM outfit? And now you're working in Ana Marie Cox's old internet pretend-job, working for her old crappy salary (if that-- did you manage to get the big Cox salary or did you agree to a cut?), while she, many, many years your junior, is now at Time.

Click through for more hijinks, but watch out for the picture of ole Ken since it's rather hard to take on a full stomach.

Hey, Tipper! Empty out the bottom dresser drawer!

Click the (lightly edited) picture for ... er, enlargement

The Register reveals a new program in the UK that will surely warm the cockles of Al Gore's heart - a recycling program for old, worn out vibrators. Here's the pitch (some vibrator photos likely NSFW):

New recycling regulations mean that all electrical equipment - including sex toys! - must be disposed of at a designated electrical waste collection centre. This means that you shouldn’t just chuck your dead vibrator in the kitchen bin!

More than 1,000 electrical waste centres have been set up at recycling sites around the UK. But who wants the hassle and embarrassment of taking your dog-eared defunct sex toy down to the tip? Nobody! That's where the LoveHoney Rabbit Amnesty can help.

Send your old rabbit vibrator to LoveHoney Rabbit Amnesty and we will:

• Carefully dispose of your old vibrator
• Donate £1 to a green charity
• Ensure as much of it is recycled as possible
• Send you a new rabbit vibrator for half price!

Such a deal! Al and Tipper should really get on top of this one! I also think "ecogasms" is a nice turn of phrase - maybe they'll send a truckload of their product to the Democrat convention next year?

The best thing about the Internet...

The best thing about the Internet is that it allows third world ankle biters to practice their English while trying to scam us. As evidence I offer this email missive:

Womens always whooped at me and even fellows did in the not private water closet!
Well, now I sriek at them, because I took M E _G_A_D_ IK for 6 months and now my penis is badly more than federal.
shop for (Website deleted)

Of course it could always be Harry Reid.

Palestinian terrorists do children's TV

It's always interesting to see what uncivilized savages do with modern technology and the thugs of Hamas don't disappoint with their attempt at a children's TV show:



Too bad the lion cage wasn't unlocked. On the other hand, I can't wait for the episode where Nahool shows the kids what not to do with dad's AK-47 and RPG.

Easily the worst piece of crap I've ever seen

I've seen a lot of bizarre stuff (e.g. Jimmy Carter, Nancy Pelosi, John Kerry, John Edwards, and Cindy Sheehan) but this Kanye West Hillbilly Hymn thing takes the cake. It's not funny, it's not country, it's not music, it is a load of horse manure:

The song is West's latest single, "Can't Tell Me Nothing," and the hillbilly in pajamas is comedian Zach Galifianakis.

How? Why? Apparently, West was taken with Galifianakis's lip-syncing in Michael Blieden's video for Fiona Apple's "Not About Love." West decided to give Blieden and Galifianakis carte blanche to create a rural rap odyssey on a North Carolina farm.

As he romps through fields, strikes a Jesus pose in a pond and says that he "ain't one of the Cosbys / I ain't go to Hillman," Galifianakis is joined by a group of gingham-wearing clog dancers and hairy-faced indie folkster Will Oldham, a.k.a. Bonnie "Prince" Billy.

If folks around here spotted these perverts prancing in the meadow, they'd be breaking out the 12 gauge and rescuing the clog dancing kids.

This is hardly a dorm-room camcorder parody of a pop song. It's an officially sanctioned Kanye West video. (So, yes, it is about getting Kanye's money right.) And while the clip's goofiness beguiles, it raises questions about racial humor: Isn't the "white guys enjoying hip-hop while spoofing its excesses" thing way past its expiration date?

Hip-hop jumped the shark a couple of years ago and we're just watching its death throes. Nice to see, but not soon enough.

Today's Hoot!

Looks like ole Cindy Sheehan's Smoothie Fast has gone off the rails:

Clinton Humor!

Letterman:

"Hairspray" opened today. In the movie, John Travolta plays a fat housewife named Edna Turnblad. They say John Travolta is so convincing as a fat woman, earlier today, he got a call from President Clinton.

Conan O'Brien:

Last night the Senate held an all night session. Sen. Hillary Clinton gave a speech at 4 a.m. It was the first time Hillary gave a speech at 4 in the morning that didn’t begin with, "Where the hell have you been?”

Via NewsMax.

Who would have guessed this?

The One Laptop Per Child (OLPC) program is typical Silicon Valley goofiness. The sponsors figure they can solve a bunch of Third World problems by giving every kid a laptop computer, or more accurately, a laptop shaped gadget. However, it's close enough to a real computer that the tykes have been getting themselves in trouble:

Nigerian schoolchildren who received laptops from a U.S. aid organization have used them to explore pornographic sites on the Internet, the official News Agency of Nigeria (NAN) reported Thursday.
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"Efforts to promote learning with laptops in a primary school in Abuja have gone awry as the pupils freely browse adult sites with explicit sexual materials," NAN said.

Now those naughty kids will be getting filters so they can get back to writing the next PC operating system (snort). My guess is that if every computer disappeared from every grade school classroom in the world, the students' reading, writing, and math abilities would jump. Well, maybe not in the USA given the way the educational establishment has managed to screw those subjects up and fill the curriculum with outrageous piffle.