CatsThatLookLikeHitler.com compiles pictures of felines, above, who, by virtue of their natural coloration and markings, resemble the infamous leader of the Third Reich.
Featuring thousands of “kitlers” from around the world, plus an online store full of “kitlerware” festooned with their glorious logo, right, CatsThatLookLikeHitler.com should leave ailurophilic Germanophobes clenched with debilitating uncertainty and shock, but all others in stitches. Robert Morales (Truth: Red, White & Black) calls it the “best web site ever.” Apparently, even Bob is prone to occasional understatement.
It may be the most iconic moment in all of sports history. Forty years ago, this week, U.S. athletes Tommie Smith and John Carlos, center and right, above, having placed gold and bronze medals, respectively, in the 200m dash at the 1968 Olympics in Mexico City, went to the center of the field to accept their honors.
They stepped onto the podium, shoeless, wearing black socks, and, as “The Star-Spangled Banner” sounded forth, lowered their heads, and raised gloved, Black power fist salutes to the heavens. (LIFE magazine photographer John Dominis snapped the powerful image.)
The reaction was immediate and passionate. The stadium audience hotly booed the duo as they walked away, and the International Olympic Committee, which governs the games, expelled the athletes, as their protest made headlines around the globe.
Dr. Amy Bass is the guest, today, on my WBAI-NY / 99.5 FM radio show, NONFICTION, this afternoon, Friday, October 17, 2 pm ET.
If you’re outside of the New York tri-state, you can check out our stream on the web. If you miss the live show, check out our archive for up to two weeks after broadcast.
I believe you have really great business sense. However, if you immediately follow my Seven Tips for Plumbing the Depths of Success, you are going to truly G-off….
Gentlemen: If the gauzy melodies of Steve Arrington’s Hall of Fame’s classic 1983 hit plays in the back of your mind while you gaze at Sarah Palin’s seemingly endless tresses, above (in a photo taken not ten days ago, yet!), you’ve fallen to the cursed infirmity that undoes all men!
Have you noticed not a single media outlet has yet raised a question about John McCain’s characterization of segregation as “the worst chapter in American history”?
The Huffington Post’sMichael Seitzman wrote about last night’s debate, but by avoiding its specific proposals or content, and, instead, focusing on the manner by which it was conducted, he created something near poetry.
When is the last time we had a leader that we wanted to emulate? Continue reading →
I mean, in seems like every three years somebody comes out with some “ghetto” board game, designed to sell solely based on offensiveness, as the makers have no marketing budget. (“The Craziest Board Game Ever Made!”, P&H’s cover art boasts. Really? Crazier than, say, Go?)
I couldn’t even mount outrage. I was going to send it to Racialicious, and even checked to see if they’d covered it, though I hadn’t even really looked exhaustively, when I said, “Ah, Carmen’s got better stuff to cover than this.”
One of the reasons my wife, Zakiya, and I can’t watch television together has to do with my refusal to stop talking to the TV. I’m always critiquing inconsistencies in the storyline, yakking about subtext, or adding stupid voices.
Z usually yells at me or leaves the room, but, in fact, I love trying to crash the fourth wall, and adore media that’s self-referential in that way, whether it’s Mystery Science Theater 3000, or rudely scribbled penises and word balloons on subway ads.
So, you knew I was gonna dig this: DustoMcNeato’s “Take On Me: Literal Video Version.” Here, the original lyrics, vocals, and even the tracks on Norwegian power trio a-ha’s 1985 hit have been scrapped for a hilarious, subtitled imitation that blasts the once vanguard video’s now cheesy “plot.” Oh, it’s funnier than that sounds.
Nothing like an artist disappearing over the horizon, only to return with both jets dripping nitro. That oppressive fuel smell is Q-Tip’s “Move,” from his upcoming album, The Renaissance.
I don’t know if I’m most jolted by the public access grittiness of director Rik Cordero’s aggressively underproduced visuals, above; the brisk, stringy timbre of Q-Tip’s inimitable vocals; or the Michael Jackson-getting-stuffed-in-a-bag disassembly of the Jackson 5’s “Dancing Machine”—fashioned by the late, great Jay Dilla. I just know Q-dog’s bringin’ fire, and my eyebrows just got singed.
Hey, kids: See if you can guess the identity of the fashion-forward, trendsetting celebrity who recently attended the opening of a film she directed, apparently without first opening a container of depilatory cream. (That ain’t no milk mustache!) Answer, below, after the jump!
Featuring thousands of “kitlers” from around the world, plus an online store full of “kitlerware” festooned with their glorious logo, right, CatsThatLookLikeHitler.com should leave ailurophilic Germanophobes clenched with debilitating uncertainty and shock, but all others in stitches. Robert Morales (Truth: Red, White & Black) calls it the “best web site ever.” Apparently, even Bob is prone to occasional understatement.
