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My esteemed coperfidian Buckethead recently reprinted a couple of the most tasteless Norwegian slanderings of the Prophet that have the least hingeful elements of the Muslim world feeling all smashy and burny of late. While the images in question are terribly offensive - a fact which ought to be obvious to anyone who wasn't raised by wolves - I feel I must point out that smashing and burning are not the solution. This goes double if your grievance is partly that Islam is frequently depicted as a violent and xenophobic belief system.
However. If you must burn our embassy in redress for our crimes against your (curiously delicate) way of life (if cartoons are a dire threat and all), our embassy is conveniently located at 161st Street and River Avenue, Bronx, NY, just steps from the 4, B, or D subway lines.
[wik] Link changed and made less funny because Google Maps is teh suck.
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This would work even better
This would work even better in satellite view, rather than the relatively obscure map view.
Unless one's a newyawker, in which case they know what's at that address.
Funny, the link was supposed
Funny, the link was supposed to be to satellite view and everything, and I just can't get it to work. So, nixed. Move along people. Nothing more to see here.
Yeah! Smashing and burning
Yeah! Smashing and burning should be reserved for celebrations, like winning the NBA championship or the World Series.
Exactly! I remember a time in
Exactly! I remember a time in the '70s when you couldn't walk a block in Cleveland after a Browns victory over the Steelers without getting your head chopped off!
Luckily, no one got their
Luckily, no one got their heads chopped off because the Browns never beat the Steelere in the seventies.
That comment offends me and
That comment offends me and my religion!!
Hail Jim Brown!
Hail Ernest Byner's touchdowns!
Push Art Modell deep underground!
I'm totally burning down your embassy.
My embassy is located at 1100
My embassy is located at 1100 Vermont Ave NW, Washington DC.
Actually your religion is my religion, you are just forgetting the pain and suffering side of it. The Browns lost every game at Pittsburgh from 1970 through 1985. We've only had one winning season in the last decade, and have not had a championship win since 1964, five years before I was born.
But hey, we won the first ever Monday Night Football Game!
Sorry, lads, but if your
Sorry, lads, but if your experience as Browns fans is anything like mine, the fact that they couldn't win the big one went past a sense of pain long ago. Part of that might be my advanced age, and the fact that I'd already been a long-time sufferer by the time you got with the program.
Even though they were likely to lose any given game we really wanted them to win, sitting in the Pound freezing one's ass off and throwing dog bones into the end-zone was still a lot of fun.
"Brown Fandom" can be cured, however - I proved it during a Monday Night game between Cleveland and San Francisco. It was 1993, if I recall. I had seats in the Pound, it was a warm night, and I spent the evening instead down in the Flats, drinking in comfort and watching on TV. Cleveland won, which was also a unique event.
I was at the last game before
I was at the last game before they announced the move - we beat Kansas City. That was the last real game. After the fiasco, football was gone, and I moved before it came back. It was never the same after that. I've had a hard time being interested in football ever since.
Now, I'm all about baseball. And biathlon.