The Morning After
August 11th, 2006 by Justin
And so it begins. The best part about a foiled terrorist attack is that we can skip all the touching tributes and grief-y bullshit and move right into identifying the culprits and insinuating they fuck animals.
We have the list of names. We have how an idea of how they got busted. We have ludicrous columns about how we really aren’t safer since 9/11, ignoring the fact that this time, well, you know, it didn’t happen. But our favorite revelation is this little nugget from The Sun.
It seems as if former MP George Galloway (who fills his schedule glad handing Islamofacists when he isn’t embarrassing himself on British reality television) “allegedly” met one of the would-be bombers. I need not remind readers of this shitty blog that Galloway is the mortal enemy of MBF hero Christopher Hitchens. In fact, last summer Hitch penned a particularly brutal dismemberment right before debating him in NYC. The duo then took their show on the road to Bill Maher’s HBO show where their awkward hatred derailed even the glib Maher.
The countdown is on, I imagine Hitch already three glasses deep rattling his keyboard with the kind of venom that will melt computer screens. Also, Waseem Kayani fucks mackerel through a hole he makes with his own finger. His ring finger.
• Here’s a quick guide to liquid explosives [Poynter]
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