Some childish, stupid debate on John Terry:

Now John Terry is at it. Was at it. I dunno, he could be riding someone that’s not his wife right now. The night is still young after all. Tiger has probably already had a few in tonight already. Or morning. What time-zone is golf in again?

Now, there’s worse things then sex with people who are not yours to have sex with. For example, sex with animals or knot holes. Both would be more difficult to explain to your doctor or spouse.
Well, spouse I’m not sure. How violated would a spouse feel if you were secretly creeping out back every night, tub of butter in one hand and rodent repellent in the other as you make your merry way down to the local forest for a spot of Hi-Ho with the local skanky beech?
Would they feel more or less betrayed then if you had used your buttery spread with a female human? I imagine less.

But it would make for an altogether better front page picture in The Star.

Warning: Recycled joke from previous paragraph.

Anyway, I digress.

Sex with people who are not yours to have sex with. And the fact that we care. Those are our problems. Those are our two, topical problems that we all care about. For some reason.
I’ve talked about the fact that we care before. So I’ll talk about the other one now.

…Uh, don’t?

A Leader we can all Aspire to Mock

Berlusconi is fucking awesome.

[Background: Italian Prime Minister. Owns everything in Italy practically; Media, Football clubs, runs the God damn country. Also, he happens to be repeatedly involved in activities unbecoming of a Prime Minister. Oh, also? Idiot.]

Berlusconi: Pre or post-coitus? I’m thinking mid-.

Of course, I mean that he’s awesome in that “all that stuff is happening, like, elsewhere, man. Like, yeah,… crazy shit?” Where were that here I would be openly training monkeys to fling poo in his direction.

That’s all I could do really: direction. You don’t expect me to be able to train them to actually hit him do you? I am a man of little to no monkey training experience and I imagine that at best I could point them and hope that all overused Internet jokes involving animal stereotypes ring true.

Anyway, what neatly summed this man up for me today was, much like a nice package you might get from the ‘Internets’ (or, Santa, or whatever is the ‘in’ phrase) I came, nay, stumbled, across a little article on RTE today. I shall provide the link…..

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NOW.

[Lazy people link summary: Berlusconi is trying to bring in a law that will effectively make him above the law.]

You see, to sum it all up, much like the bear in autumn who gathers squirrels for their mid-hibernation snack (they do that, right?), Berlosconi here has been preparing. Getting himself ready. The fact that Mr. Silvio B owns everything in Italy, and runs the country, and is not Russell Crowe from Gladiator will soon even catch up with this old rocker. Berlo here has been trying to protect himself from the ramifications of really liking to have sex with hot, young ladies (You and me both buddy! High-cocaine snorting- five, baby!) by creating some laws, that could, you know, been seen as granting him a bit of a carte blanche. Assuming that the phrase ‘carte blanche’ means ‘I can do what the fucskio I want AND have my pizza too.’

Oh, before I forget, Warning, borderline racism and poor understanding of French can be found above.

Now, if Lethal Weapon 2 has thought us anything, it’s that this is a damn fine idea, and power to ya mate, go for it. Dip-lo-mat-ic I-mmun-ity, or ahem, a law that “shields him from criminal prosecution” worked for that whole film until Murtaugh shot him in the head at the end. And Danny Glover’s 63 years old these days, so, you know, just keep out of his way and you should be fine.

Anyway, Mr. Berlusconi. As a bit of a heads up to other possible avenues to explore, here’s some other Lethal Weapon plot angles you could try and throw into everyday life. For kicks and shit. Some of them don’t even need ‘Dip-lo-mat-ic I-mmun-ity’.

• See if any of your stripper friends can get their way out of a straight jacket.
• Every tried booby trapping someone’s toilet?
• Offer Patsy Kensit a secretarial job.
• Spend Christmas with a stranger’s family and endear yourself to them. Flirt with the daughter perhaps?
• Attempt to strangle Gary Busey, realize he’s not worth it man!, and then shoot him later anyway.
• Befriend Joe Pesci. Get him to act like exactly he did in Goodfellas to fit in around the home. Or Casino, it’s practically the same character.
• Get involved with…. I dunno, triads or something?

Whatever, the 4th film was shit.

Mel Gibson’s short hair + Chris Rock = You’re just taking the piss, Hollywood.