September 25, 2007

O'Reilly surprised "there was no difference" between Harlem restaurant and other New York restaurants "There wasn't one person in Sylvia's who was screaming, 'M-Fer, I want more iced tea.' "
  • and in other news, Generalissimo Francisco Franco is still dead.
  • O'Lielly is a piece of shit.
  • Actually I think he is a giant douchebag. What is the proper, accepted descriptive term for this buffoon?
  • Hmmm... "piece of shit," "douchebag," both good choices. "Asshole" seems kind of puny in this case. Basically, anything you call him is an insult to whatever you call him; like, I'm sure if the actual pieces of shit floating around in the sewer had a say in it, they wouldn't want to be associated with O'Reilly. O'Reilly = Piece of doucheass Sylvia's = Superb food, if the packaged line is anything to go by.
  • What about 'asstunnel'? This seems to be a new term without strict connotations which can be aptly applied to the lightbulb-headed one.
  • How are you supposed to order tea? Oh, and next up. Black people put their pants on one leg at a time.
  • Nice one es el Queso
  • in my house, it's "Bitch, fix me some tea!" and we are as white as wonder bread.
  • Devil's Advocate here: is it possible that his fans are rightwing white types who will benefit from this report from Deepest Darkest Harlem? Yes, it's assholish, but there are lots of assholish folks out there, no?
  • What a fucking moron. To hear this guy laud ANYBODY for "thinking for themselves" is an irony among ironies. But yes, as fish tick points out, good could come out of this kind of report for a certain audience. Also, it's good to hear Sylvia's is still delicious. Went a number of Sundays in the late 80s to eat outstanding soul food (first place I ever had collard greens and black eyed peas) and watch the afternoon crowd in their post-church finery.
  • Anybody who listens to him....deserves him. He's not even a good devil's advocate. Stupid punkassbitch.
  • Cynic's Advocate here: Perhaps O'Reilly's patronizing screed is part of a desperate effort by the right to endear themselves with the ever-increasing number of outraged citizens (and voters) some of whom are, surprisingly, not white, rich or ignorant. If so, they're fucking that up too. I doubt it will have much beneficial effect on his core audience. And although it is usually used in reference to Rush Limbaugh, I've always liked the term "bloated gasbag".
  • I once went to an Irish eatery and was amazed that, even though their knuckles dragged on the ground, they were polite and weren't too drunk to piss on my leg.
  • I went to New Zealand once and found that, while the locals can't stop shagging sheep, they always have a smile on their face. How nice.
  • I went to the internet once and was amazed it was full of porn. I never left.
  • I went to O'Reilly's house once and was amazed to find that while his wife was incredibly good at oral sex she refused to blow a douchebag.
  • Apropos of something... If Bill O'Reilly Was A Rapper.
  • I went to London and all I got was this lousy T-shirt.
  • There was this one black kid at my school in Vermont, and he didn't even sing! He was good at math, though- even better than some of the white kids.
  • Could he dance?
  • Did you know that it's really hard to buy a black person these days? I don't know what happened, there doesn't seem to be any shortage.
  • No, stirfry, he couldn't- this was a let down for a lot of us. A few years later, when I was in high school, another black kid moved to VT. He could sing AND dance! It was incredible- none of us had ever seen anything like it. He was the most popular kid in school with all his singing and dancing- He was the most sought after boy in the state when Boyz 2 Men was hip, I tell you what.
  • That boy was Wayne Brady. And the rest is pure white history.
  • Wayne Brady's from Vermont? Wicked pissah!
  • Wayne Brady is black?
  • Wayne Brady is gonna have to choke a bitch?
  • He's Wayne Brady, bitch!
  • I went to Niece and the Isle of Greece and I've sipped champagne on a yacht I went as Harlow to Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't supposed to see I went to paradise, but I never went to me
  • I once went to a Chinese eatery and was surprised that the owner had a pet cat. His name was Stir-fry. Seriously. No, SERIOUSLY. The guy had a pet cat. Named Stir-Fry. And a Chinese restaurant. And a really weird sense of humor.
  • meeeeouuuaw!
  • I went number two and was amazed that my shit didn't stink!
  • How do I get some mothafuckin' tea on this mothafuckin' plane?
  • Find the line with the Arab guy on the x-ray machine. Speaking of which, I went into a grocery store owned by a couple of Middle Eastern dudes the other day, and not only did they have the same (American!) products on the shelf as the place on the next block, but the guy behind the register gave me the correct change. Now I'm watching them especially carefully; they're trying a little too hard to fit in, no?
  • Certainly suspicious, HW. Are you sure that cash register didn't have blinkin lights and wires?