Christmas time is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all that Children call
Their favorite time of year
Snowflakes in the air
Caroles everywhere
Olden times and ancient rhymes
Of loving dreams to shares
Sleigh bells in the air
Beauty everywhere
Yuletide by the fireside
And joyful memories there

Christmas time is here
We'll be drawing near
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year...

Basic introduction. I’m an American expat working and living in London. I’ve actually lived in Europe for three years now and am going to start telling people that I left when Bush was re-elected because of a promise I made on the Conan O’Brien Show a la Alec Baldwin (the actor, not the douchebag who runs this site). Anyway, that’s a lie (about leaving because of Bush’s re-election, not about Alec being a douche) and I’ve actually seen some interesting things in my years abroad. This particular incident is not necessarily that interesting, but what the hell this is a blog. I was in Istanbul with my fiancee last weekend and recounted this anecdote about the Turkish Capital to a half-Turkish half-American friend of ours who gave us some tips on what to do there. The conversation is as follows:
12:42 PM Alhan: looks like i dont have access to that photo  maybe i need to be “friends” with kristine12:43 PM maybe you could email the photos?12:44 PM me: just befriend kristine  but i’ll email said photos  okay  here’s the first story  our first full day we go to the blue mosque and it’s really beautiful of course12:46 PM we start to go through the first entrance and this little middle-aged turkish dude in a like old, grey 90s style suit comes up to us and starts trying to chat us up  and he’s like, “you’re supposed to go this way my friend, I’ll show you exactly where to go”  hold12:48 PM back on  anyway, he’s like “I’ll show you where to go and afterwards I’ll show you my carpet store”12:49 PM and we’re like, “no, no, thank you, thank you, that’s very nice but we just want to do it ourselves.”  and he says, “no, no, you don’t understand, i show you where to go, you do it yourselves, and then we talk on other side!”12:50 PM and he just starts following us as we head through the main entranceway up to the actual mosque  and both my fiancee and i are too big pussies to tell him to go away  so i stupidly start answering his questions, because i don’t want to be rude, and talking to him  and he’s like “so where are you from?”12:51 PM and i tell him “kristine’s swedish, but my mother’s french and my father’s american and i’m from the states”  and he’s like, “oh, i’ve been to the states before it’s very nice, I love seattle and my daughter goes to school in america”12:52 PM and to be polite i’m like, “where does she go to school?”  and he’s like emory university  and that’s where I went to school, so i was kind of surprised, because there are only really like 6,000 undergraduate students there, so the odds are incredibly small, so i tell him i went to emory and try to make that a mutual point of conversation12:53 PM and he does not seem impressed, and starts going off on a typical schpeel about how, “people are people, and we’re all the same, and it doesn’t matter where your from, etc.etc.”12:54 PM and in my head i’m thinking, well we actually have something in common and you’re trying to sell me a carpet by giving me the same idiotic speech you give everybody? how bad of a salesman are you? but I ask him what his daughter is studying, to try to get back on topic12:57 PM and he’s like, “middle eastern studies” and i’m like, “it’s a very nice school and a good department” and he’s like “yeah, yeah,” and goes right back to the speech! and starts advising us on how we have to take our shoes off when we get into the mosque, because we would not have figured that out from the signs in english, the security guards and the fact that everybody else around us was doing the same, and he continues to give us these very pertinent pieces of advice, like “go in through there” and “i’ll meet you on the other side” and i know kristine’s looking at me like, “oh fuck, what have you done.”12:59 PM so we go in, and it’s incredibly beautiful and we’re both very impressed, but i know kristine’s nervous about that guy, cuz we’ve had a bad history of being followed around in foreign (generally muslim) countries by people we don’t know who want to “befriend” us and show us around, etc. and i’m looking at her, like, “what kind of a retard do you think i am if you think i’m going to follow this guy around for god knows how long when we have other things to do.” Anyway, we leave the mosque and the guy is of course there waiting for us1:00 PM and while we put our shoes on i’m trying to steer his rants back to the idea that we actually do have things in common by talking about emory, but he just sort of shrugs me off and says that it’s incredibly expensive (which of course it is)  and we’re ready to go  and he’s like “come with me, this way, we’re going to see my carpet store now”1:01 PM and i’m all sort of quiet and not very agressive, but telling him, no actually, we have a friend of a friend we have to meet at the grand bazaar who owns a carpet store already and we are meant to go there  and he’s like, “no, no, no you don’t understand” like we were confused about something and he was going to make everything clear1:02 PM “you don’t need to buy the carpets, you just need to come to the store and look at them! Now come with me.”  and we’re like sorry dude, thanks anyway and we kind of slink off1:03 PM and he looks at us all indignant and pathetic and what not, and i can’t help but feel sorry for the poor bastard, because i know that yearly tuition at emory with room and board is $35,000 plus and that was five years ago, so it’s probably like $40,000 by now, but for fuck’s sake did he really think we were going to go with him?  fin1:04 PM Alhan: yeah they do that  its true  you couldnt feel too sorry for him  they play on that  so is that the tragic one?1:07 PM me: yah  that’s the “tragic” one  i thought it was kind of funny though Alhan: did he say his name at any point? me: but the second one is actually funny, funny  oh shit  let me call kristine1:09 PM he didn’t introduce himself properly kristine said  and if he did i missed it Alhan: what did he look like me: oh, the other thing is he kept calling us “brothers and sisters”1:10 PM kristine: “short, bald,big eyes, he looked sort of like a small version of those big monsters in lord of the rings number three, the big ogre things with one eye”1:11 PM i’m terrible at describing people   BLUE MOSQUE ENTRYWAY  INSIDE THE BLUE MOSQUE  

ME (BEARDO) AND CARPET DEALER (BATTLE TROLL OF MORDOR)

1:12 PM Alhan: haha  thats good enough  poor guy  so next story… me: hold1:13 PM okay  next story, and i’m sure i’m going to have to talk to kristine to fill in the gaps1:14 PM and his is more of a shuttle driver story than a carpet store story but it’s related to a carpet guy  so our last day we book this shuttle service to go to the airport, because it’s the far airport way outside the city that easyjet passengers take and it’s kind of a long way, so this is the cheapest way to do it1:15 PM so we get in and kristine already starts to complain, because on the way into the city we had an entire shuttle to ourselves because we arrived late at night, and now on the way back to the airport all three rows had people in them1:16 PM and i’m like, it’s not that bad, we have a row to ourselves, please calm down, etc.  doesn’t stop her, but whatever  we start driving, and there’s a driver and then his friend in the passenger seat who seems to be there for no reason at all other than to speak with the driver in turkish and keep him company1:17 PM anyways, we head off and are taking a very long convoluted path and i realize we’re not actually leaving just yet  we have to pick up more people along the way  and i’m just praying they don’t fill this stupid van,for kristine’s sake, and the sake of my ears1:18 PM anyway, they do start to fill the van  drive five minutes  stop  pick someone up  drive ten minutes  stop  pick two people up  drive ten more minutes  etc., etc.  till’ the van is basically full1:19 PM then we go and stop right outside a side street next to this carpet store1:20 PM and during this entire trip the driver has occassionally been shouting back at people making chatty comments in very borat-style english ‘how you are back there ‘ma’” (he knew one of the passengers previously and called her ma and chatted with her the most - this old english lady who was on holiday with her husband) “is okay, we almost done” etc. etc.  so we stop outside this carpet store  and his friend leaves the car  and we wait and wait  like ten minutes1:21 PM and the driver leans back to comment  “this is my uncle’s carpet store”  “he is crook”  “he only likes to use people for their money”  “don’t go here”  like complete non-sequitor  and kristine and i are just cracking up in the back seat1:22 PM like uncontrollably  but finally, we get going, but without his friend  and we’re like “what was the point of that stop, to tell us how crooked his uncle is?”  but we keep going1:23 PM and the van is basically full at this point  the front row is stuffed with baggage  the second-fourth rows have pretty much every seat filled save for maybe a couple  so we figure finally, we’re on our way  wrong  wrong1:24 PM we stop again after 10 more minutes of driving through istanbul traffic (we’re really lucky we left the city four hours in advance of our flight) at a train station to pick up more people, and fill every last seat1:25 PM but the people aren’t there  so we wait for 15 more minutes  and while we wait, ma’s husband needs to use the toilet, so he goes into the train station1:26 PM and then the people arrive, take ma’s husband’s seat, fill the van entirely and were waiting for mr. ma at the end  and he shows up, as does the driver’s friend  before this the driver had said to ma ‘is okay, we leave your husband now’1:27 PM soooo borat  then when the husband comes back and has to sit somewhere else ,he says ‘okay, your husband has to go away, it’s okay?’  or something to that effect, and ma’s like, yeah i think i’ll survive1:28 PM so we finally head off for the airport, an hour-plus after we had left the hostel and maybe a mile or so away from our hotel1:29 PM and i forgot to mention the most important part, the driver and the friend always burst into random turkish chatter after every bizarre-half english comment the guy makes  like borat does with his kazakh friend in the borat movie (i can’t emphasize this borat analogy enough)1:30 PM so during one of these parking stops, he interrupts his heated turkish conversation with his friend  leans back to everyone in the car  and says in english1:32 PM (pointing to his friend) “he has bad smell!”  and turns back to his friend and starts jabbering away in turkish again and laughing1:33 PM and everyone in the car is obviously laughing, and kristine and i are practically rolling on the floor, because we realize we have come as close as we ever will to meeting borat  fin

INSIDE BORAT’S VAN FROM HEL

  

This is the super deluxe anal version of the blog round-up!

1. Why We Should Boycott the Olympics Over Tibet (by the way, I said we should boycott the Olympics over Darfur about a year ago, but no one listened)

2. This is Greg. Greg blogs at PBH. Greg found himself on Drunken Step Father recently. Greg is now a minor internet celebrity:

3. If you’ve been brave enough to keep your eyes open while the financial world squirts its various toxic semens directly into your toxins, well, you’re god damn braver than me. Point is, you shouldn’t be listening to anybody: keep your money in a big potato sack at home, and if anyone ever questions you about your love for delicious potatoes, just tell them you got a sweet stock tip that their future market is rising in relation to the oncoming apocalypse. But anyway, check out these helpful tips on our crumbling financial world: Common misconceptions about the Federal Reserve, Congress Passes New Budget, Hold Onto Your Wallets, and Memo to Voters: None of the Candidates Will Lower Your Gas Prices; A Glance At Clinton’s “Plan”.

4. Double Dousies from the Seminal! First off, props for mental images of elderly abuse in ‘When Obama faces off against John McCain, one on one, he will smack the old man down.’ I was personally thinking of Barack Obama as Pedro Martinez and John Walnut-Face McCain as Don Equally Fucked Up Face Zimmer a la 2004 AL Championship Series:

And secondly, Veteran FBI interrogator Jack Cloonan: “If you want to recruit young jihadis….torture them.:

“If you want to recruit young jihadis….torture them; admit that you tortured them because when they’re ultimately convicted and whatever their ultimate fate is, there will be poems, songs and their images are going to be emblazoned all over that world.”

By the way, if any of you Seminal guys are reading this (which I’m assuming you do, since trackbacks tend to make us BLOGGERS wet like school girls at a David Hasselhoff convention), we should get together… you know, maybe post some pictures… do some blog roll exchanges… maybe do a collaborative expose on the nefarious effects of Chinese imports and the recent prevalence of restless anus syndrome?

5. White People:

Though many would have you believe that white people come of age at Summer Camp, it’s simply not the truth. Immediately following graduation but prior to renovating a house, white people take their first step from childhood to maturity by hosting a successful dinner party.

It is imperative that white people know how to host a good dinner party as they will be expected to do it well into retirement.

At the most basic level, these simple gatherings involve 3-6 couples getting together at a single house or apartment and having dinner and talking for 5-6 hours. Though it might seem basic, these events are some of the most stressful situations in all of white culture.

Hosts are expected to deliver a magical evening. The food must be home made with fresh, organic ingredients, the music must be just right (ambient, new, but not too loud), and the decorations inside the house should be subtle but elegant. The ultimate goal is to do a better job than the couple at the last dinner party, and attempt to make everyone jealous and sort of dislike you.

6. Racist sentiments should be condemned, even when Jesse Jackson makes them.

7. 3,987 dead and no one knows from Ablogistan:

The drop in awareness comes as press attention to the war has waned. According to the News Content Index conducted by the Project for Excellence in Journalism, the percentage of news stories devoted to the war has sharply declined since last year, dropping from an average of 15% of the newshole in July to just 3% in February.

As news coverage of the war has diminished, so too has public interest in news about Iraq. According to Pew’s News Interest Index survey, Iraq was the public’s most closely followed news story in all but five weeks during the first half of 2007; however, it was a much less dominant story between July 2007 and February 2008. Notably, the Iraq war has not been the public’s top weekly story since mid-October.

8. A Lesbian Cheating Girlfriend With A Clown Fetish. Possibly the greatest video in history:

9. Other Shizzee: Government uses the logic of the rapist: Struggling only makes it harder for you, What if I told you that 10 months before 9/11, Saddam Hussein did something very big, and pissed off the US Administration?, There’s No Such Thing as a Free Trade?, President Bush Is A Liar And A Coward, Getting High on a Can of Coke, and Are our suburbs going to turn into slums?

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I will make this brief. This week was the fifth anniversary of one of the most disastrous endeavors in American history. The invasion of Iraq has cost America thousands of lives, billions of dollars, and devastated any future prospects of a normalized state in Iraq for the foreseeable future (not to mention the untold diplomatic damage such unilateral action has caused). It’s fitting that on the fifth anniversary of the invasion of Iraq, Bush would declare “a major strategic victory in the broader war on terror” was achieved by the five years spent in Iraq. It appears the Chief Executive is either delusional or myopic: the Iraq war neither combatted terrorism (and in fact stoked more of it) and has yet to be a victory in any sense of the word. On the same day, poll numbers showed that Bush has also achieved the lowest approval rating of his Presidency — 31 percent — which is also among the lowest among modern presidency’s (lower then Clinton during impeachment, lower then Carter during the Tehran hostage crisis, and even lower than Nixon after Watergate).

Sources: CNN: Poll: Bush’s popularity hits new low and BBCNews: Bush speech hails Iraq ‘victory’.

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See Also: Conservatives sure were smart about Iraq — in the early ’90s, Jeffrey Goldberg On Iraq, What does “win” mean?, Five Years of the War in Iraq: Where’s the Media Coverage?, Five years ago, Cheney on Two-Thirds of Americans’ Opposition to Iraq Occupation: ‘So?”, Comparing The Sacrifice, and OIF Anniversary Interview.

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