Through The Mist Darkly

Outstanding music. Outstandingly bad music. Hear for yourself.

How often have you said to yourself “If I only had my own cruise missle, the world would take me more seriously”? That annoying dog that barks in the middle of the night, that neighbouring country that really pisses you off. You’d make them pay.

Well Bruce Simpson is the man you want to meet. Bruce is a little teed off that the New Zealand government would let him build one there so he’s offering his services.

As Bruce himself puts it:
Whether you’re a very small nation looking to extend its military capabilities while perhaps creating a highly profitable export industry, or an entrepreneur seeking to enter the massive market low-cost UAVs, RPVs and other pilotless vehicles, or whether you just want a single missile to mount on your SUV as a roof ornament — I’m your man.

Act now, a man of his singular talents won’t last long in today’s hot WMD job market.

Haven’t you always wanted a cuckoo clock that syncs with the atomic clocks? C’mon now, you know you have.

I’ve scoured the planet and I’ve found one.

You’re welcome.

It seems that the people didn’t like Whoopi Goldberg’s off-color rant about the President the other day and have decided to ditch her as a spokesperson.

The New York Post described her performance at Radio City Music Hall last Thursday thusly: “Waving a bottle of wine, she fired off a stream of vulgar sexual wordplays on Bush’s name in a riff about female genitalia.” Yep, that sort of thing will get corporate shills squirming all right.

I resisted the urge to headline this “Slimfast sheds 200 pounds of ugly fat”. I used to like Ms. Goldberg when she was edgy but now she’s just sad. I guess TV does that to you.