A strangely contemporary page from Dizzy Dames, a short lived 1940s comic featuring the misadventures of various goofy gals, the most delightful of which was Owen Fitzgerald’s unfortunately named Moronica.
British Crackdown On Water Fights?
As soon as maggots like David Cameron made it clear that the London riots would be used to take England closer and closer to something that will make certain comic books look like a history of the future rather than fiction, you knew shit like this was going to happen.
A young man ( they’re always the most troublesome, hence have to be stomped extra hard) in Essex has been arrested for planning a water fight on Facebook and the BlackBerry Messenger service!
We all know what English weather is like, and maybe the authorities are just a bunch of nice, avuncular types who are dreadfully afraid that someone will catch a nasty cold. Or maybe, just maybe, this is a way of sending a loud and clear message that no matter how trivial the act of disobedience you will be hunted down and locked up. And if you can’t get away with a water fight, you had better not even think of staging a political riot or we will send some blokes round and you will never be seen again. Not there yet? Maybe not, but authoritarianism by stealth is the preferred method in the developed world.
The English PM actually admits that he wants to investigate whether or not” it would be right to stop people communicating via these websites and services when we know they are plotting violence, disorder and criminality”.
Or for that matter, a revolution against a dirtbag government that treats everyone except the rich like shit.
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The Pigman Cometh
Bachmann Flees Fairy
Michele Bachmann – the fundamentalist, homophobic, sausage-sucking meathead who wants to park her keister in the Oval Office – doesn’t seem to have much mettle, something which makes one wonder if she won’t hit the dreaded red button at the first sign of indigestion.
Feeling unprotected after leaving her tinfoil hat at home, Little Ms Bonkers freaked out when a young gay man heckled her for being a bigoted cow…
“I’m a second class citizen because of you, Michele! Second class citizen! What about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness for every American, Michele?”
At which point the courageous gal and her retinue made a beeline for the exit doors, shoving aside spectators and making what I can only presume was a rather slow getaway in a golf cart! Their destination remains unknown, but if the light is anything to go by it’s probably lunch time at Arkham Asylum…
Still, her reaction could have been worse. She could have run away on foot, arms waving wildly in the air, screaming “Save me, oh Great Easter Bunny in the Sky! I’m being heckled by a homo from hell!”
The Pigman Cometh – London Burning
