While it may be possible for once famous actors to disappear into regrettable roles in B-movies, the same can’t be said for escaped fugitives.
That’s what Jason Stange, a man wanted by authorities for allegedly violating his parole in 2014, learned after appearing in a low-budget horror film. U.S. Marshals identified Stange from a picture in a Olympia, Washington newspaper feature on the film, Marla Mae, in which he plays an evil doctor.
We’re guessing this is exactly what Laurence Olivier felt like during Clash of the Titans.
The Food and Drug Administration delayed rolling out part of the Affordable Care Act due to ongoing haggling with food manufacturers over what a menu is, what’s considered a serving and what happens when someone “has it their way,” changing the calorie count. Basically, restaurants — and grocery stores that serve prepared food — would rather we believe that they don’t know what they’re serving us than admit what they’re serving us: surplus calories through added sugar and fat.
Restaurants of America: have some pride. You’ve convinced an entire nation that cooking is too hard to do at home, yet pay minimum wage to those who cook for you. You set up play areas that you don’t have to clean by making your best child customers too obese and sedentary to play in them. And the chains (20 locations or more) that are targeted by this legislation run test kitchens to make food addictive, yet you don’t know how to count and post the calories in it? This is why we pass laws.
Deep down, we all know that we’re supposed to like poetry. The problem is that, unless it’s assigned and will be on the final, we’re not going to read it. And we won’t be able to quote it unless it’s been in a movie — just don’t ask us what poem “O, captain, my captain!” comes from or who wrote it.
But, because poetry is Important, we know that we should celebrate it, regardless of not knowing a lick of it. And that’s how the U.S. Postal Service screwed up Maya Angelou’s stamp with a quote that wasn’t hers: because it references a caged bird singing. That’s an Angelou poem, right?
(It isn’t. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings is her autobiography. And the title comes from a poem by Paul Lawrence Dunbar. Titled “Sympathy.”)
Republican lawmakers in Indiana are finalizing amendments to the controversial Religious Freedom Restoration Act, which is, in itself, odd because at no point has the First Amendment been repealed, and the free exercise of religion remains tax-free. The new language will include the first protections based on sexual and gender identity in Indiana state law history.
So, to recap: a law enacted mostly by and on behalf of homophobic “pro-family” organizations to protect their perceived right to deny goods and services to LGBT folks — under the guise of “restoring” an over 200-year-old nationally-protected right — will soon be protecting the very people that the bill’s backers wanted to hurt.
And, holy underwear, are the fundies pissed now that their bill, as a winking nod to Jim Crow, is as meaningless as its dumb name:
‘At this very moment, the Indiana Senate is considering ‘water-down’ language to the recently passed and pro-religious-liberty bill, Religious Freedom Restoration Act,’ [the American Family Association’s Micah Clark said in an update email to followers]. ‘Homosexual activists are demanding Christian business owners in Indiana be forced to compromise their faith.’
News like this can only remind of us Kurt Vonnegut, who advised us all to occasionally notice, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”
An all natural, organic kitty litter brand is behind one of the most high-profile nuclear contamination releases in recent history, according to a report by the Department of Energy.
It’s a standard practice to absorb nuclear waste with kitty litter. However, in February 2014, a barrel of waste exploded at a federal waste facility, and it’s because some organic freak at Los Alamos National Laboratory switched out the normal clay stuff for the wheat-based Swheat Scoop, which was incompatible with the contents of the barrel.
So, remember: organic is good for you, except when it isn’t.
No, they haven’t hit the bottle again while watching Blazing Saddles, foiling terrorists by sending them to a fake White House. The Secret Service just thinks it would make more sense to train in a facility that actually resembles the place they defend every day. This would be a substantial upgrade over
‘… a parking lot, basically,’ said Joseph Clancy, director of the Secret Service. ‘We put up a makeshift fence and walk off the distance between the fence at the White House and the actual house itself. We don’t have the bushes, we don’t have the fountains, we don’t get a realistic look at the White House.’
We fully support this idea and believe construction should begin immediately. But, no Irish!
As the world celebrates St. Patrick’s Day, The Guys would like to take a moment to reflect on race for a moment. So, put your drinks down for a moment, you Irish bugs, because enlightenment is on its way.
Starbucks CEO Howard Schultz has a dream: that one day, people of all races, will be judged by the content of their overpriced coffee and not by the color of their skin. Or, at the very least, by the phrase scrawled on the surface of said cup.
Two U.S. Secret Service agents reportedly collided their car into a White House barrier Wednesday night. According to House Oversight Committee Chairman Jason Chaffetz (R-UT), the agents were partying in Georgetown to celebrate a Secret Service spokesman’s retirement (too soon, apparently) until called back to respond to an incident at the White House.
Alcohol is suspected as a factor, which isn’t much of a secret considering that these are the same barriers that the Secret Service set up in the first place. At this point, the only secret that the Secret Service has kept protected is that they graduated from the police academy back when Commandant Lassard was in charge of it.
In other news:The Guys are definitely becoming U.S. Secret Service agents.
If there’s one night in everyone’s life that can quickly inflate to accusations of terrorism, it’s their 21st birthday party. (Unless you’re one of those free-wheeling, anything-goes, God-Save-the-Queen countries that allows drinking at 18.)
… but, from the street, looked like a call to join the “IS.”
There’s only one problem with this logic: any terrorism cell that uses balloons to combat western decadence and promote a new, violent caliphate is probably not much of a threat. Or the most adorable one, yet.
Two girls prep school basketball teams from Murfreesboro, Tenn. — Riverdale, a state champion in 2013, and Smyrna — were caught deliberately trying to out-tank each other for an easier playoff opponent. As each team tried harder and harder to lose, the play got so embarrassing that refs stopped the game after a Smyrna player tried to shoot at her own hoop.
Both teams have been fined $1500 each, which is a lot of car washes and candy bar sales, and placed on probation for one year.
The winners, as always, are the parents and spectators, who will now have one less round of high school basketball to pretend to enjoy.
[Special thanks to Patrick H. for bounce-passing this our way.]