Bible stories #1

Here's some more from the man who brought you the George Washington song. Brad Neely takes on the old testament and retells the story of Soddom and Gomorrah:

Great stuff, though definitely not very safe for work.

- Mr. Ed

Meanwhile, back at the Daily Planet

Another setback* in the war on drugs. Still you have to admit, if Clark Kent lived in Hove, he'd certainly perch his mild mannered buttocks in the offices of the Argus by day....
"Oh, gee-whilikers, that's headline-writing, Lois..."
"I know Clark, but your swoop-away PonyClub's spotted it before!"

-Bluecupboard, Beigey, and Peggysus


*Of course it is entirely possible that this could refer to actual, real cracking in brickwork, concrete, or even, dare I say it, masonry. Still, an easy and salacious story is what your gallop-about P-Club has always been about. Even as I type this, I'm trying to think of ways to get exotic dancers, the mayor, and a gold-plated elephant bought with taxpayers money, oh the shame of it all into one world exclusive shokka...

Counting: old vs. new

Via Matt Yglesias, here's Feist on Sesame Street:



Not bad, but it's not a patch on the classic:




- Mr. Ed

Quatorze Julliet!

Otherwise known as Bastille Day, to you and me, my pony friends, and in keeping with the P-Club's recent National Holidays Series (see 4th of July- free binder with Part 1) it seems appropriate to roll out that movie moment that can even make us horses wish they were French (and between you and me, that's not without its complications)...



Yes indeed, Rick's bar in ol' Casablanca, and one of the finest moments cinema has to offer...

-l'armoire bleu...

wrong, wrong, wrong,

I think we've all had that experience when the contents of pre-packaged food fail to live up to the golden images presented on the outside of the box, can or carton in the shimmering "serving suggestion". Oh yes, many's the time that your dear correspondant has literally kicked the stable walls with rage after finding that the prepackaged food I had been duped into purchasing failed utterly to come up to the standard of that which was promised on the tin. But no more my dear ponies- now a German website has provided the joy of direct comparison- and frankly my dears many of these things don't look like what they claim... A few things come off all right, but frankly, this ain't right, which ever way you slice it.*

by way of The Guardian

-Bluecupboard

*This may well be the first documented examle of the "Herring Cup", which was something I thought I'd invented, but apparently someone has give the Salmon Cup an even more nautical angle. As I've said before, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong with vinegar on it...

The Fourth!

Looking back through the archives, I see that the 4th went unremarked at the P Club last year. While the double post the previous year (here and here) goes some way to filling our PPQ (Patriotic Post Quotient) it seems apropos to seize this opportunity to celebrate the good old US of A. To that end, why not read the Declaration of Independence - surely one of the most eloquently written invitations to have a war you'll ever read - or at the very least consider the irony of this little snippet:

"A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people."

My first 4th of July in the US (that I remember, anyway) was wayback in 1998. I went to the Esplanade in on the banks of the Charles River to see the Boston Pops. It was a little like the video below, except we were half a mile away from the stage, and they have definitely upped the fireworks/confetti budget since then.



Today, I'm off to West Trashley to grill out ('have a barbie' to all you Limeys) by the pool. So, to wrap up this post, here are some some suitably All-American photos I took at Liberty State Park, during my recent visit to Jersey City/NYC.







DONT TREAD ON ME,

- Mr. Ed