Sense and Nonsense

Guacamole You'll Remember

I've previously posted some of the artful stop-action photo videos made by the good people at PES. Examples are here, here, and here.   This time, they apply their art to the task of making hand-grenade guacamole:

 

Clever Commercial for HP Printers

 

Ready to Name Book of the Year: Dog on the Roof!

YES!  The incredible true story of Mitt Romney strapping his dog to the roof of the car for a long roadtrip. Now available in book form.

Here's the book description, via Amazon:

Publication Date: June 19, 2012

They were the typical American family on a typical American road trip—Dad behind the wheel, Mom in the passenger seat, their five adorable kids piled in the back. And, of course, their beloved dog strapped to the roof.

Wait . . . what?

Now for the first time, here is the completely true—and only mildly embellished— shaggy-dog story of Seamus Romney, the famously fetching Irish setter whose master, future presidential candidate Mitt Romney, plopped him atop the family station wagon for that infamous 1983 car trip. From the majesty of Mount Rushmore to the fabulousness of San Francisco, from the sacred temple of Salt Lake City to the hallowed halls of Washington, D.C., here at last is Seamus’s rooftop account of that headline-grabbing journey . . . unleashed.

Doggedly chronicled by satirists Bruce Kluger and David Slavin (NPR’s All Things Considered), and cleverly illustrated by Colleen Clapp (The Chris Matthews Show, NBC News), this American tale is more than just the story of a dog on a hot tin roof. It is the inside (well . . . overhead) look at the Man Who Would Be President and the wild ride that’s sweeping—and bewildering—the nation.

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Poor Mitt.  He just can't shake this awful story.  Not only has he had New York Times columnist Gail Collins bringing it up repeatedly over many months and videos that ridicule him over the incident, but now his mistreatment of his dog will be memorialized between the hard covers of a certain bestseller.  I know I'll buy it. 

How to Know if Your Dog is a Republican

It can be hard to know, unless you're tuned-in to the signs that are there.  Washington Post Magazine humorist Gene Weingarten offers help to American dog owners, by outing his own dog Murphy (in photo), who, Weingarten says, seems awfully Republican.  Here are some of the tidbits in an article I advise you to check out:

Some of the evidence is unsubtle and unsurprising: Like other Republicans, Murphy shows inappropriate interest in the reproductive systems of women she does not know, shamelessly sticking her nose into their business. It can be a problem on walks. But other things are more nuanced.

. . .

Like other Republicans, Murphy demands less government; she makes this position abundantly clear anytime I attempt to govern her behavior in any way inconsistent with her immediate desires, such as horking up maggoty chicken from the gutter, which she will do with subversive glee while in a protective crouch. She’s for eliminating federal agencies, particularly the U.S. Postal Service, a position she shares with Ron Paul and reconfirms once a day, impolitely, through the mail slot.

Good lord.  It appears even man's best friend can fall prey to the lure of the GOP.

Every Sperm is Sacred

In light of the recent ascendance of reproductive and contraceptive issues in our political discourse, I figured that reprising this wonderful Monty Python item, which appeared in the early days of Sense and Nonsense, would not be out of order. Happy Good Friday. Happy Passover. Happy Nonsense.

 

How I Got My Killer Abs: Bookups

 

                        Go to The Ragbag for more information and documentation. 

 

Republican Nonsense

Source : Matt Bors

Mea Culpa

Be sure to see Paul Rudnick's highly entertaining imagining of yet another public "apology" by a politician, news of whose indiscretions has gone viral.  Here's the first paragraph of Rudnick's "Shouts and Murmurs" piece in this week's New Yorker magazine.  Be sure to read it all here. 

As the senior alderman of the East Chemply, Pennsylvania, Town Board of Overseers, I, Walter K. Heblinger, would like to apologize to my constituents, and most especially to my family and my beloved wife, Kirsten, for sexting a nude photograph of myself to various citizens, and I would particularly like to apologize for circling my genitals, in the photograph, with red lipstick and adding vibrating exclamation points, thunderbolts, and the word “Yowza!” I would also like to apologize to my mother, Sylvia Heblinger, of Tassament, New Hampshire, for allowing her full-length oil portrait to appear directly over my nude left shoulder, and for permitting an unknown hacker to Photo-shop horns onto her forehead, along with a dialogue balloon reading, “Give it to me now."

Read it all here.

Obviously

Brian McFadden's comic "The Strip" from last Sunday's New York Times:

(click cartoon to expand)

 

You're My Angel