[Donald Lee] Leger -- awaiting death for murdering a stranger in St. Mary Parish while chasing his girlfriend, who escaped his kidnapping attempt -- will now have viewings of Catholic Mass and have private confessions with a priest.
Oh yeah. I keep forgetting that Louisiana isn't an electric chair state, like Florida.
Nevertheless, we'll proceed with a "lightning round" between Megadeth vs. Metallica
=== And just for the hell of it a link to dead horse, a quasi-death metal band I often quote. How to put this? dead horse is so incredibly under-appreciated and underrated and several other underthings... it's difficult to fathom. They were so, so good. You had to be there, I guess. And for those of you who were there (and who understand what we're after, and where the pope is, and why we eat alpo and drink beer) this hourlong clip of dead horse in concert at the Liberty Lunch might be the best thing you ever see on youtube this month. Like I said, if you weren't into the horsecore in the early nineties, the vid will seem inaccessible (except for around the 28 minute mark where there are AC/DC and a B-52's covers, back to back). So you can either go pick up a copy of Peaceful Death and Pretty Flowers and feel like an epigone, or you can go back to your bars, your temples, your massage parlors...
--- Sunday evening returning home from church masses of people their lives summarized in a paragraph-- not much different than mine! We're after the same thing, we're after the same peaceful death
-- from "Peaceful Death" by dead horse (music samples here)
Attentive YRHT readers may recognize the name Audra Shay. Most notably, Shay was the chairperson of the Greater New Orleans Republicans in 2006 when they endorsed Ray Nagin for re-election. You could say Shay has multifarious connections to those extremely intelligent GNOR luminaries who thought Nagin was the best choice for mayor in 2006.
Also, a few years ago I had the pleasure of seeing Audra get absolutely torched in a televised political debate against my friend Brian.
Well, guess what? Thirty-eight year old Audra Shay is now running to become President of the Young Republicans! Yay! And she received the endorsement of Governor Jindal! Double Yay!! And then she encouraged a racist commenter on her Facebook page! Triple yay for Shay!!
Whoopsy poopers. That last one was a no no. Shay got caught, and tried to delete her racist error and de-friend the people who were offended. Then she went into lockdown mode for a while and then ended up claiming (implausibly) that she hadn't noticed the racist slur when she typed her affirming reply. Then she apologized.
Now (presumably) her chances of being elected President of the Young Republicans have diminished. Poor Audra.
The National Review has anotherhilariouscover 'toon. How do they do it? This one's funny because it shows President Obama planning to reach in your ass with his hand, which is funny because it involves another man's hand in your ass. Har har! It's like that "Moon River" scene in Fletch: you don't want another person's hand in your ass, but circumstances compel you to play along until the unnecessary anal probe inevitably occurs.
Heh. Heh. What a rip snorter.
Greg has a new cartoon, too. But it doesn't involve strange anal intrusions, and is therefore not as funny.
But Air Supply at the Hard Rock only seems inappropriate until you learn that the duo has a new thrash version of "All Out of Love", and it rocks the haus. (Kind of like that Seether cover of "Careless Whisper" which happens to be the answer to several hundred questions no one ever asked.)
Several years ago, Lovely and I drove to Gulfport on Independence day to see Quintron play. It went something like this. Outside, in the parking, lot there was a drunk punk who was trying to burn an American flag. He lit the end with a lighter and then blew on it to spread the flames, but the alcohol in his breath made it flare up beyond expectation and he burnt his face and beard, and screamed in pain.
Speaking of pain, I'd been worried that the 2000's wouldn't have a widespread pop song-induced dance-craze like the Macarena. Luckily, a band called 3Oh!3 has apparently prepared the way, musically, for the ... Helen Keller.
