goes to Jeff Goldstein. This one is definitely worth a link.

The twisted imaginations of a lot of Photoshop users go to work on the above image.

The Anchoress has some colorful experiences at her local Costco, leading to a bold new theory.

Godzilla (aka Gojira) performs the Numa Numa (in Portuguese!).

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From goodbye_natalie

(Sung to the tune of Van Morrison’s Brown Eyed Girl)

Hey where did he go,
Days when the bombs came
Laughing so hard I can’t swallow,
Man, Al-Queda is so frickin’ lame,
Laughing and a running hey, hey
They’re tripping and a humping
In the late evening smog when
Zark’s hearts quit thumpin’ and you
My hadji girl,
You’re my hadji girl.

Whatever happened
When Zark was laid so low
Going down one last time
Blew his ass to the patio
Crouching in the sunlight laughing,
Hiding behind a concrete wall,
Tripping and hiding
As the two bombs fall, and you
My hadji girl,
You’re my hadji girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing,
Allah allah la la la la la la la la la te da

Old Zark had his day,
But now he is all alone.
I saw him just the other day,
As he laid there and groaned,
Cast my memory back there, Lord
Sometime I’m overcome thinking ’bout
When they killed Zark’s sorry ass
With those two Mk 82
My hadji girl
You’re my hadji girl

Do you remember when we used to sing,
Allah allah la la la la la la la la la te da

Read by Michelle Malkin.

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From Mr. Right:

Ms. American Spy
(Sung to the tune of Don McLean’s American Pie)

A short, short time ago
I can still remember
How the “Plame Game” used to make me smile
And as I read those D-Kos rants
I got a big bulge in my pants
And thought maybe we’d get “Chimpy” for awhile

But then June 12th made me shiver
Fate became an “Indian Giver”
Bad news on the Internet
Precisely what I had fret!

Oh, I remember how I cried
When I thought of Wilson’s “outed” bride
Something deep within me fried
The day that Fitzmas died

So don’t cry, Ms. American Spy
We’ll get Libby for his fibby
And then Cheney will fry
And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye
Singin’, this’ll be the day donkeys fly
This’ll be the day donkeys fly.

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from Russ Vaughn:

Libs think Hillary’s smart as a whip,
I think she’s just a fraud.
She couldn’t hold Ann Coulter’s slip;
Ann’s America’s sharpest broad.
She chews up liberal talking heads,
With wit so quick and cunning,
Rips Alan Colmes to bloody shreds,
And sends Matt Lauer running.

But now she’s really gone too far,
All the liberal lambs are bleating;
Is there nothing sacred she won’t tar?
My word, she’s widow-beating!
“Can you believe it?” reporters gasp,
“Those are victims that she’s dissing;
How dare that vicious rightwing asp
Threaten widows with her hissing?”

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Hadji Girl

I was out in the sands of Iraq
And we were under attack
And I, well, I didn’t know where to go.

And the first thing that I could see was
Everybody’s favorite Burger King
So I threw open the door and I hit the floor.

Then suddenly to my surprise
I looked up and I saw her eyes
And I knew it was love at first sight.

And she said…
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
Hadji girl, I can’t understand what you’re saying.

And she said…
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
Hadji girl, I love you anyway.

Then she said that she wanted me to see.
She wanted me to go meet her family
But I, well, I couldn’t figure out how to say no.

Cause I don’t speak Arabic.

So, she took me down an old dirt trail.
And she pulled up to a side shanty
And she threw open the door and I hit the floor.

Cause her brother and her father shouted…
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
They pulled out their AKs so I could see

And they said…
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
(with humorous emphasis:)
So I grabbed her little sister, and pulled her in front of me.

As the bullets began to fly
The blood sprayed from between her eyes
And then I laughed maniacally

Then I hid behind the TV
And I locked and loaded my M-16
And I blew those little f*ckers to eternity.

And I said…
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
They should have known they were f*ckin’ with a Marine.

Thanks to Raya, who tells us here that the chorus comes from Team America.

LGF

LGF is linking a terrific unmelted USMC song and video, called Hadji Girl, in which the dumb marine who understands no Arabic falls for the beautiful Hadji Girl, whose chorus goes (something like) “Dirka, dirka, Mohammed Jihad…,” clearly amounting to “Kill, kill, Mohammed! Jihad!…”

She lures the love-struck gyrene home to her family’s hooch, where her brother and father are waiting in ambush. The love-struck marine can’t decline her invitation, because he doesn’t speak Arabic. But when she opens the door, the marine hits the floor (he’s not that stupid), because her father and brother shout, “Dirka, dirka, Mohammed, Jihad..,” and open up with their AK-47s. The marine then “grabbed her little sister and put her in front of me.”

“As the bullets began to fly, the blood sprayed from between her eyes, and then I laughed maniacally,” and he leaps behind the TV.

As he shoots the whole gang, sending them “to Eternity,” he is singing at this point himself: “Dirka, dirka, Mohammed, Jihad…” ” Observing, as the moral, that “they should have known they were f**king with a Marine.”

This video has been around for quite a few months, but the gossipy old ladies of the MSM are throwing a hissy fit right now, because CAIR (the Council on America Islamic Relations) is making an issue over the Marine’s song’s political incorrectness.

Go kiss a camel, I’d suggest.

Can you imagine the German-American Bund, or the (Japanese) Black Dragon Society successfully making a public scandal over satirical Marine Corps songs composed during the struggle for Guadalcanal?

Note how the USMC audience recognizes with delight the words of the chorus, and breaks up.

(Song text corrected.)

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UPDATE

CAIR took down the video of the song, but Michelle Malkin produced a video defending Corporal Belile and his song, which includes an improved version of the video, complete with scrolling text of the lyrics 15 June 2006.

Marc Coffey identifies the top ten “Progressive” reactions.

Scrappleface

‘Twas the Night Before Fitzmas.

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Pretty girl casting admiring glance at good old Karl is identified at Wonkette.

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* I know, I know, having to annotate this kind of thing is an open admission of just how out-of-it some my college contemporaries, and readers, really are, but I discovered today that it has to be done. “Fitzmas” is the Blogospheric term for what all the lefties want for Christmas: the indictment on any old day of the year of Karl Rove by Plamegame Special Prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald.

The Blogospheric Left was recently partying down at Las Vegas at the annual YearlyKos Convention of Commie Bloggers.

The usual subhuman troglodytes of the Blogospheric Left (Digby, Eschaton, Fire Dog Lake – Sorry, I will not link them) flung obscenities (their only known form of articulate speech) at poor little Ana Marie Cox, formerly Wonkette, having become inspired with Envy at the lady’s new position at Time magazine, and incensed at her fraternizing with Glenn Reynolds.

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One of the Kos kids claims this year’s convention saved his life, as a car ran into his office while he was partying with the pinks.

But our own Harry Hutton can top that, by Jove:

Kos once saved my life too. I was reading a post about Senator Joseph Lieberman, and it was so dull that I got up to run my head under a cold tap. Just then this assagai comes flying through the window. Zulus! Fuck! If it hadn’t been for Kos, I could have wound up in a cooking pot. I’ll always be grateful to him for that.

Anyway, so we formed a laager, called for reinforcements and went all Rorke’s Drift on their arses, and it all ended happily with a glorious slaughter of tribesmen. That was the day Boris Johnsons won the Victoria Cross.