Tag line should’ve been “Put Justin in your mouth”. (Taken with instagram)
Washing machines are pretty racist. (Taken with instagram)
Kony responds to his internet fame.
Written by me, Horatio Sanz (!) and Scott Little. Starring Jerry Minor (!). Lifelong dream realized: getting to voice Megatron.
Controversial TSA Pat-Down of the Day: This footage of a toddler in a body cast and wheelchair being frisked by a TSA agent was uploaded over the weekend by the boy’s father, Matt Dubiel.
Dubiel, co-owner of Chicago-based alternative radio station Q101, says in the description that he and his family were traveling to Disney World by way of O’Hare International Airport.
During the pat-down, three-year-old Rocco was “physically trembling with fear,” according to Dubiel. “I was told I could NOT touch him or come near him during this process,” he writes in one of the video’s captions. “Instead we had to pretend this was ‘ok’ so he didn’t panic.”
One can only hope that in the two years since this footage was recorded, the TSA has overhauled its “toddler pat-down” policy the exclude patting down toddlers. I am certain we will hear the official
excuseexplanation from The TSA Blog before long.[bi.]
Just another process we were all enraged with at first and then acquiesced to. I’m truly sad that I’m usually the only one that refuses the atom-smashing machines and opts for a pat down. I’m fine with it, and if we made TSA’s job nothing more than kneeling with their faces at crotch level, feeling strangers’ genitals all day, maybe they’d second guess what they’re even doing there in the first place.
Ever notice that if there’s enough people in line for the new screening device, they send you through the old-fashioned metal detector to move it along? Tells you just how important that thing really is. Imagine if everyone insisted on a pat down. They’d just send you through the regular metal detector. Because it’s all laughably the same thing, with glorified shopping mall security guards acting like they know what they’re looking for.
It’s not Occupy Wall Street. You don’t have to camp out in front of city hall all winter. Just opt for the pat-down instead of the screening. Make them realize how ridiculous and unnecessary the whole process is. Make them re-examine how they’re approaching this idea of security. That’s what everyone was going to do, remember? And then everyone folded. And now here’s a kid in a wheelchair being felt up by a grown man and I’m more fearful of my own government than any terrorist organization.
My solution: Go through the pat-down process while wearing a 12-inch plastic strap-on. Do not acknowledge it at all throughout the inspection.
The Avengers Trailer (Extended) that somehow missed the Super Bowl. Mr. Whedon, I am setting aside my skepticism. Do us proud. I am there.
Shit Shit Says
So what if I’m three weeks late to the whole “Shit ____ Say” trend. It takes a while to make a poop puppet. For one thing, you have to become the soul of the puppet. I had to become that poop. You also have to muster up the courage to walk into a Hobby Lobby.
Proud of all of it. I’m becoming that puppet guy. Pray for me.
From Michael Jackson’s Liberian Girl, also fear.