Jackson West’s Obsessive Compulsion

…but only because I want to. It certainly wouldn’t surprise me.

Via Hank.

Sorry for the explicit language, but I swear to God that will be his nickname if this email bears witness:

Hi all!

I caught this also on the radio today. I at first thought this was actual progressive protesters turning up at a soldier’s funeral. But it was Fred Phelps and Sean never seems to let a fact get in the way of his Fascist Jihad!

Sean Hannity calls GodHatesFags.com’s Founder ultra-leftwing liberal.

All on the heels of a ‘military crackdown on bloggers,’ apparently.

Damn freedom of speech.

Thanks, Chad.

A little more chest-thumping on behalf of the ‘Fist. Eve went and scored us a sponsorship of SF IndieFest’s “Mighty Ruckus at Islais Creek.” So hott. Peep our fellow sponsors.

Of course, I’ve been working with the cats at WebZine. Peep them fellow sponsors, too (and note what we’re sponsoring — last but not least, I’d say).

Oh, and go pick up a copy of The Skinny. You’ll be pleasantly surprised.

Here you go, folks. If this isn’t a crock of shit, I don’t know what is.

Best part is the incredibly bigoted sentiments ‘expressed’ by a ‘local guide’ — if I could look verify the existence Andreas Behmueller, I would:

Local guide Andreas Behmueller said it was only the British that had a fixation with F—ing.

“The Germans all want to see the Mozart house in Salzburg,” he explained.

“Every American seems to care only about ‘The Sound of Music’ (the 1965 film shot around Salzburg). The occasional Japanese wants to see Hitler’s birthplace in Braunau.

“But for the British, it’s all about F—ing.”

Or how about this gem:

But the local authorities are hitting back and with the signs now set in concrete, police chief Kommandant Schmidtberger is on the lookout.

“We will not stand for the F—ing signs being removed,” the officer told the broadsheet.

“It may be very amusing for you British, but F—ing is simply F—ing to us. What is this big F—ing joke? It is puerile.”

Yay for fabricated quotes! Yay for the rampant bigotry of Fleet Street! Yay for Agence France Presse’s salacious editorial policy!

Apparently the town does exist, according to Wikipedia and Snopes (where Barbara nails the “Bitte, nicht so schnell!” punchline). But to think that these quotes were spoken verbatim by Austrians is patently absurd. Some drunk git probably wrote them in a London pub. Though I have to admit, I had a chuckle at Mapquest’s expense when I looked up the driving directions from Salzburg and got the suggested “Online Offers.” Heh.

In a side note, Americans would miss the joke if they only heard it, but Brits would catch on, since in German the word is pronounced more like “Fookin.”

Sitting as I am as a rather busy crossroads for all things naughty (kids ditching school) and nice (tranny junkies hooking), I do overhear some choice phrases from time to time. I thought this one wasn’t going to make the cut, but it did. I love your column, Leah, but I’ll be keeping my overheards right here on the internets.

JW

South Park Republicans better beware — seems like a lot of people without any concept of irony have been invited into your Big Tent.

Granted, there are more than a few old lefties who have a similar problem, but I’ve never heard of the Billionaires for Bush, for instance, being heckled and kicked out of a rally.

Okay, so somebody just stole my heart with this:

So my blog roll is fed automagically from all the blogs I have in my Bloglines RSS feeds (yes, there’s some LA bloggers in my local folder that need to be moved to ‘Guilty Pleasures’). Needless to say, somebody hacked it to catch my attention. I haven’t even seen it yet. Update shortly, natch.

Update: It’s none other than our RSS-hacker-tastic friend Berkeleyist! I owe you a beer. That’s awesome.

…but does anybody have a recipe for ‘pickle(d) pork’ or ’souse’ from Louisiana? It sounds kind of like corned beef, but for a nice piece of hog. Has to be older than frickin’ history.

This recipe seems simple enough to be timeless and universal (actually, it seems to be from Jeff “Frugal Gourmet” Smith’s recipe). Salt and acid brined, seasoned pork butts; alkalid reactions with protein and bacteria creating ’scum;’ and a delicious addition to N’Awlins red beans and rice — now that’s what makes for a great story.

If those decadent, swine-loving Romans didn’t do this, I think they missed out.

Pie in the sky is okay, but dude, a beer volcano! [via lawyer by day, pimp by night Jason Schultz]

So I’m here at BarCamp in Palo Alto. There’s probably sixty or so folks here, and the plan is to camp out in SocialText’s offices (and by camp, I mean camp — I brought a tent!). I’m already a little overwhelmed, and have a feeling that I’m going to be a bit lost all weekend, but hey, this feels kinda historic.

By the way, if you don’t know, BarCamp is the open alternative to FooCamp, O’Reilly’s confab up in Sebastopol.