Dancing Puppets

The purpose of this blog is to create a forum of meaningless and irrelevant rants for people with nothing better to do at that moment other than provide entertainment to others...

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Why Dancing Puppets? It seems customary to begin your blog with an explanation as to why you chose the name you did. In this case - "Dancing Puppets" - there is a simple reason. As mentioned above in the description of this blog, the purpose is to provide a forum for nonsensical and senseless rantings or perhaps the occassional profound and logical argument. However, this is not to promote the marketplace of ideas, or the exercise of free speech. No, no, no... Rather this blog exists simply to provide a continuing source of entertainment to its readers, and more importantly, to me. As the great Stewie likes to say... "Dance Puppets, Dance!"

Friday, September 21, 2007

Elevator Games

You guys ever play elevator roulette?

It's when you get in the elevator on a high floor alone, pass wind and hope to get down to the lobby level without someone getting in and absolutely knowing that you were responsible.

I lost yesterday...

Thursday, September 20, 2007

BLACK SEPTEMBER REVISITED

We haven't had any seriousness here in a while. Perhaps it is time.
Here is a piece sent to me from a friend in Israel:



By, J.W.

Unable to hold back the tears much longer, I left the plane, slowly descending the ladder from the door of the plane, onto a jeep, and then onto the desert floor. I had a feeling of emptiness--I was being taken away from my family to a place that I didn’t know anything about. I had no one to console me except nine other men who felt the same as I did.


So begins the newly released Terror in Black September published by Palgrave Macmillan, the first eyewitness account of the September 1970 hijackings. It is authored by David Raab, who was held hostage for three weeks amidst a Jordanian civil war and a torrent of high level international diplomacy aimed as securing his and his fellow captives’ release. Raab, who has gone on to become a management consultant and a prominent pro-Israel activist, experienced the events as a seventeen year old high school student returning from a summer vacation in Israel with his mother and four siblings. The flight originating from Tel Aviv that he and his family were aboard was seized along with three other airplanes by the radical Palestinian group, the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP), who intended to use their captives to gain the release of Palestinian terrorists in Israeli and European prisons.



Through this book, released on September 6th to mark the 37th anniversary of the hijacking, Raab returns readers to an unprecedented drama of turmoil and uncertainty that united the global Jewish community with much of the Western world and opened up a more virulent and deeply troubling era of terrorism. The terror group formed and named after the calamity that befell the Palestinians during Black September’s fighting went on to perpetrate the 1972 Munich Olympics massacre. And, while international terrorism has since taken innumerable dark twists and turns, September 1970 still stands as a watershed event in the development of modern terrorism, with its quadruple hijackings mimicked by Al-Qaeda 31 years later on September 11.



The book intertwines excerpts from a diary the author recorded shortly after his release with a thoroughly researched history of the surrounding events. Through this unique lens of storytelling, which allows a historical record to read more like a suspense novel, Raab combines the personal perspectives of an innocent teenager swept up in one of the most tumultuous events of the time with the informed understanding of that period as viewed through the benefit of hindsight and newly-uncovered information.



Accessing thousands of previously classified documents and conversations, the book provides several never-before-published historical findings and describes a saga which, taking place amidst the already tense fabric of the Cold War, originated in the deserts of Jordan but carried over into halls of power from Washington to Moscow, London, and Jerusalem. In so doing, Raab offers a glimpse into the fascinatingly cutthroat yet typically hidden arena of the international diplomacy that kept his life and that of his fellow hostages in the balance as politicians and military leaders debated what measures to take, offensive, defensive, and punitive. For example, he writes:



In addition to hard diplomacy, [U.S. President Richard] Nixon also wanted [Henry] Kissinger to plan “some punishment…because we said we would hold them responsible. And we’ve got to keep our pledge in that respect…I want to have something we can do - not just a big statement. We just go in with a merciless air strike on somebody – even the Syrians.”…


At 7:00PM the Washington Special Actions Group met in the White House Situation Room to develop a final recommendation for the president on whether and how the United States or Israel should intervene, if asked. Within twenty minutes, the group concluded that it would be preferable for Israel to act, with U.S. forces “holding the ring” against Soviet intervention.


As the first book-length offering from Raab, who has previously authored several essays published by Israel-based think tanks as well as numerous editorial pieces featured in North American Jewish weeklies, Terror in Black September is a historical work that will be of benefit to the academic world but is also, at its core, a moving personal drama. Today, a father of three and grandfather of six who splits his time between New Jersey and Raanana, Israel, Raab concludes that his book is not just the story of an individual’s survival but rather is symbolic of a far more consequential triumph.



I think about my experiences in Jordan almost every day. My family and I celebrate a day of thanksgiving every anniversary of my miraculous release from captivity. It bothered me that no book had ever been written fully documenting Black September. I have now written that history. It is said that history is written by the victors.

Duke - UNC



I can't wait for college basketball to start. So anything I can find is getting posted.

This is a prank that was pulled on Cav's GM and former Duke player, Danny Ferry in his new office.

Here is the story...

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

College Kid Tasered - Wimpy College Kids React... sort of

This video has been on the news. Instant classic. Great question by the kid with great delivery. Definitely humorous. Gotta love the political nuts making their point.

Best thing is - Good ole John Kerry doesn't even flinch. He's answering the freakin question while this kid is on the floor in the back screaming and getting shot by the cops with a taser gun.




Ahhh... now for the reaction from the college kids who are still young enough to be gung ho anti-government. Modern-day pussy protesters. In the old days 4000 college kids would have shut down 3 Universities for 2 weeks protesting. A bunch of them would have wound up in jail, beaten and soaked by police power water hoses and batons. Today??? They put up a video blog expressing disappointment in everyone else for not acting up and protesting.

Get off your fat ass and go break some laws to protest. Stop telling other people to do it for you...

Here is the ditzy girl:



The scary white guy who later shoots up his class:



The uninformed half-white, half-minority, half-gay student who pretends he knows the rules:



The drama queen:



The whiny "I don't want to be a part of this country any more" fag:



The black dude:



God pipes in:



What an idiot...


Finally, I leave with the most important opinion. The scrawny white kid with acne problems who doesn't truly understand that issues at hand, but feels the need to pipe in and be heard because someone told him posting on youtube is cool:



Tell me if I'm wrong, but unless that kid (who appears to be sitting in the video) is a 6'10 basketball player from Croatia who is heading to the NBA next year, he is going to die a virgin. I'm not trying to be mean - ok maybe I am - but that is one ugly little man.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Yankee Fans Are Creative



Same thing to a Met fan and more clear:



This one is beautiful:


The always famous:


And they do road shows too:

The Kevin Durant Era

This guy makes me laugh...





Football Stadium Prank

Nothing like the faggy kid who couldn't make an athletic team using his brain to take out his frustrations on the football program...



Here is an explanation of what you just saw in case you didn't figure it out:

Getting out of hand here

OK, so the Brittney one is hilarious. The Belichick one is even funnier...

But now I think we might be getting out of hand...




OK, I'm not going to lie - this one is pretty funny... Brittney responds -

Monday, September 17, 2007

Shelley Duncan gets cooler and cooler

What could be cooler than making a whiny little Red Sox fax cry?


WAA...WAA...WAA...


Answer: making his parents bitch to the media about something so ridiculous (and so funny) that it becomes clear they have no sense of humor whatsoever.

Funny for a minute or two

You know how some things start off with a great concept and strong potential... but then plummet unexpectedly...

like... this clip for example.

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I just wish someone who could develop the idea had the time and resources to do it properly. It's a pretty good idea that could have been much funnier.

Immovable fat guy? A rare site. Usually the immovable fat guy is part of "I got skillz's" posse. "I got skillz" of course wasn't in the video, because they screwed up. I got skillz is the guy who comes to play who takes 75% of the shots and turns the ball over the rest of the time trying to make something happen. He's the guy that everyone on the court can't stand, but yet walks away as if he is god's gift to ball. Of course he NEVER gets convinced otherwise because when he leaves the court, his only friend, immovable fat guy, is there to tell him how good he is and how bad his team was.

Rule Book guy? I never saw a guy quote the 24 second shot clock in a pickup game. I do however appreciate that it was simply an over-exaggeration purposely set up to make a point and be humorous. I chuckled at the 3 second call. Didn't laugh at the backcourt call, and was ready to click 'x' after the 24 second call.

What about "football player playing basketball"? This guy should have replaced "Mr. Skins". the football guy always plays skins whether his team does or not. Loves to show off the upper body as he barrels to the basket hurting everyone in his way. His excuse??? Always the same - "I'm a football player, not really a basketball player." As if that somehow excuses his lack of athletic ability and excuses the imminent danger he provides to others on the court.

Whatever...

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