Monday, March 2, 2009

LOL: A Even Modest-er Proposal

What made us suddenly think of Jonathan Swift's essay A Modest Proposal"? Because people still use the expression all the time. Like, today's TNR.com had "A Modest Proposal to Solve the Burris Problem." (There's no link 'cause it's a dull story.) Swift's idea that Irish poverty could be alleviated by eating Irish babies retains it's power to make us laugh. Uncomfortably. Very. Which is what we did when we saw this pic on Holy Taco.


Seriously, how bored do you have to be?



The guy in the picture is Ryan McKee. His website says that this was from Modest Proposal Magazine, "an independent comedy publication that was equal parts National Lampoon, The Onion A.V. Club, McSweeny’s and boundless, ignorant hope." Sadly, we don't think the publication survived, but the cover sure was an attention-grabber.



Okay, well... That's just plain funny. Hope the cops where you live think so, too.


But this last image doesn't amuse us one bit. It's racist. How day they suggest there is something wrong with babies with color!




Okay. We had better stop now. At this point, we are giving ourselves the creeps, and that's not easy to do.

Music Box: The Artist Formerly Known as the Artist Formerly Known as Prince

Prince is coming to a Target near you. March 29, the pop funk superstar is releasing a three-disc set exclusively though Target. The set will include two all-new albums by his royal funkiness, "LOtUSFLOW3R and "MPLSoUND." The third is a collection by his new protégée, Bria Valente. Get this; the entire three-disc set will retail for a mere $11.98.


This is the master of Minneapolis live in Las Vegas, performing an odd and
screechy, but perversely compelling cover of Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love." Yeah, you read that right. Prince does Robert Plant.



Here, the Wellington International Ukulele Orchestra gets busy on "I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man," from the Sign o' the Times album. If you don't smile watching this clip, up your Zoloft. Anyone who can't appreciate a good ukulele jam, just doesn't know music.

THE DAILY GRIND: Why Islamic Law Is Even Worse Than the "Rock of Love" Tour Bus

Do you have things that infuriate you, but no one else seems to care?

Everyone has at least one friend who is forever outraged that Star Wars didn't win for Best Picture. Everyone has a friend who's convinced that U2 is the worst band of all time and rants about it if anyone says otherwise. Our pet peeve isn't as momentous as those two. We are pissed off about Shaira; the savage form of Islamic justice that was just declared law in Somalia. And in a big chunk of Pakistan. That's in addition to existing systems in Afghanistan, Libya and Sudan, parts of Nigeria and, sort of, Great Britain. In fact, the only place in the Muslim world where Sharia doesn't seem to be on the rise is Iraq.

Is it some twisted form of multiculturalism that keeps Americans from being more outraged this? Are we just too busy with our domestic problems and taking a little break from what goes on in the rest of the world? Let's take a look, shall we at the Top Five Reason Why Sharia Sucks.

Sisters aren't doing it for themselves.
The way some Islamic societies treat women is simply appalling. Forget voting, how about not being allowed to drive a car? Forget driving, how about not being allowed to choose who you marry? Or legally wear pants? And there is also that whole "honor killing" thing, where wives and daughters are killed by their own family members for the crime of not being a virgin.

By the way, the oppression of women has terrible economic consequences. Think about it. You make laws that say half your population can't get an education, can't even work outside the home, and you pretty much ensure that your economy will be half of what it is in Western nations.

Otis, the Town Drunk, would be publicly whipped.
What kind of people still use the lash? People who do not like alcohol. In 2003, a Sharia court in Nigeria ordered a man be caned 80 times for being intoxicated. And, sadly, "getting caned" doesn't have anything to do with doing coke. It means getting whipped, and not in a "Halle Berry as Catwoman /sexy dominatrix" way, either.

This is a far cry, of course, from how we treat alcoholics in the United States. Our society prefers the infinitely more humane, and much more entertaining method of putting drunks on Reality TV shows so they can mud-wrestle for the chance to have sex with a celebrity.

"Milk" would not have won the Oscar.
Under Sharia, being gay is punishable by death. Death! Yet, you don't hear the gay community, so outraged about Prop 8, get mad about gay rights in the Muslim world. That would require a "strange bedfellows" alliance with neo-cons and Christian conservatives. Still, it would be nice to see the gay and lesbian communities advocate not just for their own right to marry, but for the right of gay people in Muslim lands to, like, not be thrown in jail or killed.

They cut off thieves' hands.
In what has to be the least subtle symbolism ever, Sharia courts sentence thieves to have their hands cut off. In 2002, Amnesty International said they knew of at least 39 amputations for theft in Saudi Arabia alone. It brings a whole new meaning to the phrase one armed-bandit.

Please, no wagering.
In 2005, in the Indonesian province of Aceh, fifteen men were publicly caned in front of a mosque for gambling. And you thought the NBA was rough on Tim Donaghy. Seriously, can you imagine anyone trying to impose Sharia on the US; where not betting in your office's March Madness pool is considered a little bit rude.

Getting stoned for adultery.
True, this might sound like a lot of fun, especially if you like good weed and are unhappy in your marriage. But this is a differnt kind of stoning and it's much, much less fun. Did you ever read Shirley Jackson's "The Lottery"?

SportsGrinder

Deadspin today blesses us with the gift of Steven Russo. Russo, 36, has a son who attends Freedom High School in Bethlehem, PA. The pair decided to host a house party that included booze and a stripper pole in the basement. Yes, the guy has a stripper pole in his basement.

In attendance were several Freedom High cheerleaders, all under 21, who got hammered and participated in various shenanigans, like flashing and twirling on the pole. Want to take a wild guess who officials say supplied the booze? Yup. Steve. At the party, Russo served alcohol to his son's teenage friends and encouraged the girls present to take a turn on the pole. Allegedly.

Shockingly, photos of the party ended up online. Hard to believe, but true. Then someone, probably pissed offed because they weren't invited, told a school official. Now Russo is in just a wee, little bit of trouble.

But the Grinder salutes you, Steven Russo, even though you did something phenomenally dumb. We salute you on behalf of your son, for hosting the most kick-ass house party in Pennsylvania history. Hope it was worth it.

There is, incidentally, absolutely not truth to the rumor Steven Russo is an alias for Digger Phelps.



Obama has a beer at the Wizards game. The team won, too. We are taking this to be a very, very good sign. If the President can have a positive effect on that miserable squad, surely he can handle something as simple as the global economy.

Finally, Peter King takes enormous delight in the NFL's first big weekend of free agency. We can't get quite as excited about Bart Scott moving to the Jets. And, really don't we all think the Albert Haynesworth hype is a little much? He is going to Washington, after all, where big free agent contracts go to die. But King does have a solid explanation of the Matt Cassel trade that puts asunder all the nonsense about the Pats and Chiefs being in "collusion." The Grinder thinks Jay Mariotti should stop the collusion between his head and his ass.

Booklist Monday

If you haven't read J.R. Moehringer's memior "The Tender Bar" you should. Right now. Click here, order it, wait by the door until it comes and then read it all in a single sitting. There is no work of literature in American letters that better captures the glory and heartbreak of a really good neighborhood bar. Really. We could tell you that Moehringer has won all kinds of writing awards, and use lots of plumy, book critic talk to describe his prose. But we'd only be wasting time that you could spend reading.