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Cut Obama some slack. The NFL playoffs were on!

Cut Obama some slack. The NFL playoffs were on!

It is a slow news day here at the Worldwide Headquarters of Manhattan Infidel™.  And by slow news day I have decided to spend my time sending photos of my penis on Snapchat rather than look at the papers.

But it seems I cannot ignore the outside world. Try as I may my voyeuristic self-pleasuring keeps getting interrupted by breaking news text alerts.  And so, since the pen is mightier than the Snapchat penis selfie I now comment on two breaking news issues.

Obama Snubs French Unity March

Apparently there was some sort of “Unity March” in Paris because of the man-caused workplace violence incident last week. French President Francois Hollande, German Chancellor Angela Merkel, British Prime Minister David Cameron and dozens of other world leaders marched.  But not President Obama.  Not Vice President Biden. Many people are outraged that our President was not there. But before we condemn President Obama I think we should hear from him.  So I called him.  Our conversation was brief but informative.

BO: Hello?

MI: President Obama, It’s me, Manhattan Infidel.  May I ask you why you didn’t attend the unity march?

BO: Of course.  The explanation was a simple one.  It was Sunday.  The NFL playoffs were on.  I rarely get a chance to watch football. Michelle doesn’t like the game. But she’s away shopping somewhere so I decided to take advantage of the situation.  Besides all this hysteria is an overreaction.  Islam after all is the religion of peace and I didn’t want to contribute to the climate of hate. If I had a son he would have looked like one of the two brothers gunned down by the French.

MI: Well that makes perfect sense.  I think.  

BO:  Say what did you say your name was?

MI: Manhattan Infidel.

BO: Did you just send me a photo on Snapchat?

MI: Yeah, sorry about that.  It was only supposed to go to a few people on my contact list.

BO: No need to apologize.  So……….have you ever been in a Turkish prison?

MI: Oh look I’m getting another call.

BO: Don’t be a stranger.  I haven’t known the touch of another human since Michelle threw me out of bed after the selfie incident with the Danish Prime Minister at Mandela’s funeral.

Five People Shot at Chris Brown Concert

Popular rapper Chris Brown was giving a concert at a San Jose nightclub when gunfire broke out and five people were shot.  None of the injuries are life threatening. Brown has released the following statement to the press:

While performing at a nightclub five of my fans were shot.  Unfortunately none of the people shot was that bitch Rihanna.  I want everyone to know that I am okay.  One hundred percent okay. And that is the important thing.

I also want to apologize to my fans for having only five people shot at one of my concerts.  I realize that this is a very low number.  I have asked my entourage to try to shoot more people at my concerts in the future.  I don’t have to tell you that in the rap industry an artist is judged by how many people are shot at his concerts.  It’s very competitive.  I mean sometimes I ask myself, “Why?  Why am I doing this? Shouldn’t we all live in peace and harmony?”

That last part was a joke.  Fuck peace and harmony. I want more people shot at my concerts! And if the shootings don’t get into the double digits I’ll have my entourage shoot each other.

Chris Brown.

And so having done my duty to Al Gore’s beautiful creation, the internet, I shall now get back to my Snapchatting.  And stay away from any Chris Brown concerts.  I only have three regular readers and I’d hate to lose any.

What?  What do you mean Jim from Asylum Watch was shot at a Chris Brown concert?

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Manhattan Infidel Future Apologizes

I'm sorry for everything

I’m sorry for everything

Lately apologies have been all the rage.  From scientists having to apologize over t shirts to Kaley Cuoco-Sweeting having to apologize for offending feminists it seems everyone wants to apologize.  Here at the Worldwide Headquarters of Manhattan Infidel™ we wish to join the bandwagon.

However since at the moment we have nothing to apologize for (If neighbors didn’t want to see my penis they shouldn’t answer their door when I knock) I have compiled a list of things in the future that I can apologize for.

The winter of 2018-2019

I want to apologize for this winter. Sixty straight days of sub-zero temperatures are enough to try anyone’s patience.  It won’t happen again. But on the bright side, Al Gore will freeze to death during this winter.

Something somebody said to someone else

On June 23, 2017 someone will say something to someone else. The other person, without the benefit of a trigger warning, is caught off guard.  Permanently emotionally scarred this person will get a job with the Federal government.

Bono

Straight off I want to apologize for everything Bono will do for the rest of his life, including being caught in bed with President Elizabeth Warren and comparing her to Geronimo.  “They are both warriors of color” he will say.  May he one day choke on his sunglasses.

Latvia

Still refusing to be Croatia or Lithuania.  For that I apologize.

The temporal anomaly of 2022

Sometime in 2022 the world will experience a temporal anomaly.  George Burns will emerge from a black hole and regale us with tales of his wife Gracie.  For this I apologize.

The patriarchy of 2019

2019 will be a year filled with patriarchy.  Men will watch sports, drink beer and have sex with women.  While normally I favor the patriarchy I realize that someone in the future might be offended.  I apologize.

The temporal anomaly of 2024

George Burns will once again emerge from a black hole.  He will refuse to go back until he can appear on Johnny Carson and make a movie with John Denver.  When informed that both are dead Burns will exclaim “Well f*ck it then” and join ISIS.

Manhattan Infidel’s post of January 24th, 2016

In this post I will call for the extermination of all dogs, cats, Welshman, Canadians and Australians.  I will also post nude selfies.  What can I say.  I will be drunk when I write the post.

The temporal anomaly of 2025

A bruised and bloody George Burns will again emerge from a black hole.  “Those ISIS fellows don’t like Jews. Just like Lou Costello!”

The temporal anomaly of 2026

Al Gore will emerge from a black hole. “My god, it’s full of stars and I don’t mean Leonardo DiCaprio” he will say. Shortly after this, crazed with hunger he will break into a meat locker. His frozen body will be found two days later.

Latvia

Once again sometime in 2020 I will apologize for Latvia refusing to be Lithuania or Croatia.  I mean the nerve of these people!

The temporal anomaly of 2027

Bing Crosby and Bob Hope will emerge from a black hole to promote their new movie: “The Road to Patriarchy”.  I wish to apologize to any feminists who might be offended.  In the future Crosby and Hope promise to have trigger warnings in all their road movies.

Manhattan Infidel’s post of April 27, 2021

In this post I will come out in favor of skinning alive all children under the age of seven and using their flesh to make handbags.  I apologize for this and promise to lay off the meth.

And there you have it.  The list of things I plan to apologize for in the future.

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Manhattan Infidel Presents the Man-Caused Workplace Violence by a Specific Subset of People We Aren’t Supposed to Mention Template™

These people, probably  former employees with a workplace grudge, are considered suspects

These people, probably former employees with a workplace grudge, are considered suspects

With the tragic news coming out of Paris that a newspaper had been attacked and dozens killed the Worldwide Headquarters of Manhattan Infidel™ sprang into action to cover the story.

Doing my duty as a member of the mainstream media I now present this handy template so readers can make sense of these events.

Three men shot and killed 12 people at a newspaper in Paris because

  • They were disaffected former employees
  • It was a right-wing newspaper and they deserved what they got
  • The motives of the shooters will probably remain a mystery
  • Don’t you dare blame this on Islam you racist!

What phrase did the attackers shout as they performed their workplace violence?

  • We love Jesus!
  • Sarah Palin for President
  • What they said exactly couldn’t be made out with any degree of certainty. Most likely as right wingers they were shouting something about lowering taxes
  • Allah?  Allah who?

Reports indicate that the attackers were very religious

  • Well that figures.  Christians have been killing people for two thousand years
  • Organized religion equals hate
  • Thank god Francis is Pope.  He’ll put a stop to violence by favoring abortion rights and gay marriage
  • If they said something that sounded like Allah they were probably talking about Muhammad Ali. He was the greatest boxer ever and a convert to the Religion of Peace™

The newspaper attacked was a satirical newspaper that often poked fun at sacred cows

  • Satire is bullying.  #banbullying
  • Free speech is not an absolute.  The “satires” offend people and are in poor taste
  • They should at least place a trigger warning on the magazine’s cover or something
  • As long as they stick to insulting Christians that’s okay with me. Crucifix covered in feces?  Cutting edge baby!

What can we do to ensure that workplace violence like this never happens again?

  • Universal healthcare would help reduce violence
  • Raising taxes to provide for social programs would help reduce violence
  • Gun control!  I’ll say it again!  Gun control!
  • Submit to Sharia law!

What if in the unlikely event the shooters turn out to be Muslim?

  • This would be tragic and lead to violence against Muslims all across Europe
  • This is a highly unlikely scenario and I won’t discuss hypotheticals
  • Can you blame them?  They have had to deal with being blamed for 9/11 for 13 years.  #Fueldoesnotmeltsteel
  • Sarah Palin’s son stepped on a dog!

I hope this template will help my readers interpret correctly the still-unfolding tragic events.

Oh and Sarah Palin’s son stepped on a dog!

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Jets Fire Gandalf!

You shall not pass!  The ground game is the key to victory!

You shall not pass! The ground game is the key to victory!

One week after firing head coach Rex Ryan and GM John Idzik after a disappointing 4-12 season the axe fell on the Jets offensive coordinator, Gandalf.

“We had high hopes for Gandalf when he hired him” said the Jets owner, Woody Johnson.  “It just didn’t work out.”

Before being hired by the Jets Gandalf was best known as a wizard who helped destroy the ring of all power.  Said Johnson:

Even though he had no previous experience in professional football, or any experience at any level of football, in fact I don’t know if Middle Earth has even heard of football, we still hired him because we liked his philosophy.  He kept saying things like ‘You shall not pass” and “run!” during the job interview.  I was very impressed with this.  The Jets needed new a offensive philosophy to compete and he seemed to be the one who could do it. I told him we had to defeat the Ravens and that’s when he jumped up and shouted “I defeated a Balrog and I can defeat a damn raven!’ So we hired him on the spot.

Things did not work out as planned for the Jets.  Said one source who wishes to remain anonymous:

We’d go to meetings and instead of showing us game films he would just pound his staff into the floor and say “You shall not pass.” He kept saying this over and over.  Look I know the Jets wanted us to run more but sometimes you have to mix up the plays a little bit.

There were also reports of racial tension in the locker room.

“Lots of the brothers didn’t like him” said one player.

He insisted on being called “Gandalf the White” like he was stressing he was superior to us because he was white.  Who the f*ck does this guy think he is?  I almost got into a fight with him once when he pulled that “call me Gandalf the White” shit on me.  So a lot of us just started calling him “whitey” behind his back.  Cracka muthaf*cker.

The lack of respect the players felt for Gandalf got so bad that they started ignoring his play calling.

We just did what we thought would help us score.  We didn’t even look at him.  Occasionally after throwing a pass we’d hear him screaming “I told you that you shall not pass!”  We’d just laugh at him when we were in the huddle.

As for what the Jets plan to do next, inside information suggests that they are close to hiring Air Force general Curtis Lemay (pictured here)

Air power is the key!

Air power is the key!

as their next offensive coordinator.

“We know he likes air power and will pass a lot” Johnson told reporters.

Gandalf meanwhile is in talks with Fox about developing a TV series depicting the struggle for Middle Earth.  Nick Nolte is

You shall not pass. What's my characters motivation for saying this?

You shall not pass. What’s my characters motivation for saying this?

currently the favorite to take the role of Gandalf.

If green-lighted the show will begin production in the fall.

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Mayor Warren Wilhelm Jr., (Stage Name Bill de Blasio) Hospitalized with Butt Hurt!

My butt hurts!

My butt hurts!

Embattled New York City Mayor Warren Wilhelm Jr., (stage name Bill de Blasio) was hospitalized today with an unknown ailment.

“He came in on a stretcher” said a nurse.

He was on his stomach and he had his butt up in the air.  He kept screaming, “It hurts.  It hurts.  God it hurts!”  The nurses gave him some sedation while the doctors took turns looking at his butt.

Sources say that Mayor Wilhelm Jr., started to feel a discomfort in his butt while attending the funeral of slain NYPD officer Wenjian Liu.

“As he was speaking he noticed that all the cops were turning their backs to him” said a high-ranking NYPD official.

He seemed to be in some discomfort during the eulogy.  Then afterwards he wouldn’t sit down.  He told me that his butt hurt.  He also told me that he felt disrespected by the cops when they turned their backs to him.

After the funeral the mayor left in his limo.

“He was all antsy-pants” in the back seat said his driver.

He kept moving around trying to get comfortable.  He was clearly in distress. Then he shouted, “Goddammit my butt hurts!”  That’s when I dropped him off at Gracie Mansion.

After arriving at Gracie Mansion the mayor attempted to eat dinner but was unable to finish it.

“He tried to sit down for dinner” said one of the butlers.

Then he stood up and said “F*ck it.  I’ll eat my caviar standing up.”  He tried eating that way for awhile but eventually he just couldn’t take it any longer.  That’s when the ambulance was called.

Loaded into the ambulance he was driven to Roosevelt Hospital for examination. Doctors were at a loss as to his diagnosis.

“He wasn’t very specific” said one doctor.

All he could tell us was that his butt really hurt.  A lot.  And he also complained about the NYPD turning their backs to him.  We tried injecting a needle with pain killers into his butt but that’s when he started screaming from the pain.

After consulting with specialists, the ER doctors diagnosed the mayor with an acute case of “Assinus Butt Hurtias”, a rare affliction once thought confined solely to feminists.

Apparently every time he mentions the NYPD the pain in his butt increases. We’ve tried to get him to concentrate on other things to try to lower his pain.

Mayor Wilhelm was held overnight and given liquids and a copy of New Yorker magazine to read.

“We think he’ll be better” said his doctor.  “The real test of his butt hurt will be the next time the NYPD turns his back on him.”

And on a related note, two more NYPD officers were shot Monday night.  Fortunately both survived.

Two NYPD officers shot

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My Exclusive Interview With 2016 Republican Presidential Nominee Jeb Bush

I will not pander to the Republican base!

I will not pander to the Republican base!

With the 2016 election only a year away many contenders are crowding the field.  Today it is my honor to have the Republican Party’s presidential nominee for 2016, Jeb Bush sit down with me to answer my questions.

MI: Good afternoon Mr, Bush.

JB: Good afternoon Manhattan Infidel.  It is a pleasure to be here to answer your questions.

MI: Let’s start out with the obvious:  Why are you running for President?

JB: Because America deserves a man of my social station to lead them.

MI: Um, what?

JB: Precisely.  Far too often America chooses leaders of a low social station.  This is wrong.  This is a republic and a republic can only survive if its elite upper class families lead the serfs.

MI: Are you sure you want to be quoted as saying this?

JB: Why not?  I am not afraid. I will not pander to the Republican base. I will only pander to the Democratic base.

MI: Okay.  Why is that?

JB: The Republican base is very low class while the Democratic base is of a higher social station. This means they are better people.

MI: But the Republican base are the ones whose vote you will be needing in the primaries.  Do you think it’s a good – 

JB: I won’t be running in the primaries.  They are a waste of time.  I have already arranged to be nominated by acclamation next year.  This is how our system works.

MI: Yea, maybe in 1840.  Now let’s talk about your opponent in the 2016 election, Hillary Clinton.

JB: I’ve known Hillary for a long time. I have the utmost respect for her.  We share many of the same values.

MI:  Such as?

JB: Big government, deficit spending, foreign wars, open borders and sex with women.

MI: Okay so since the two of you share the same political philosophy why should I vote for you?

JB: I am from a higher social station than Hillary. Haven’t you been paying attention to anything I’ve said?

MI: Yes I have.  I guess I just wanted to believe that maybe you were having a stroke.  So let’s say you are elected.  What’s your first order of business?

JB: Rounding up all the Irish and rendering them infertile.

MI: For Christ’s sake man, why?

JB: The Irish come from lower social stations.  They breed too easily. Soon they will be everywhere.  A man of my superior breeding cannot allow that.

MI: You’re insane. I am out of here.

JB: Wait. Don’t you want to know what I’ll do second?

MI: No. Bye.

JB: I’m going to genetically breed a superior human and send them out into space to colonize the galaxy.

MI: You are batshit crazy.

JB: Yes, but batshit crazy from refined, superior breeding.  And the third thing I’m going to do as President is drain the Irish of all their blood and ship it to Mars where it will crash onto the surface, never to bother us again.

MI: Goodbye.

JB: Wait, don’t you want to know who my Vice President will be?

MI: Okay, who?

JB: My brother George.

MI: I’m out of here.  

I urge all my readers to vote in 2016.  Jeb Bush must be defeated.  I don’t want my blood on Mars!

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2015: The Year in Review

Events may not happed as specified.  Do not take 2015 if you are taking nitrates for chest pain.

Events may not happed as specified. Do not take 2015 if you are taking nitrates for chest pain.

Like most bloggers I have the ability to travel through space and time.  This has many advantages, one of which is I get to report on events that have not yet happened. (Why wait until next December to find out what the year brings?)  Because time travel is like bacon.  Mm.  Bacon.  Bacon bacon bacon bacon. Sorry. I lost my train of thought.

So sit back while I give you a review of the year that was 2015:

January

New York City mayor Warren Wilhelm Jr., (stage name Bill de Blasio), while addressing a group of visiting Nicaraguan dignitaries is surprised when en masse they turn their back to him.  Nonplussed, Wilhelm Jr., promised to repair fences between himself and the Nicaraguan community.  “They used to love me back in the Sandinista days” he tells MSNBC.

February

A crisis erupts on the NYU campus after a coed discovers the word “rape” in a dictionary.  The campus is locked down and trigger warning are emailed to the student body. The NYU president promises in the future to only stock the campus with non-patriarchal dictionaries. New York mayor Warren Wilhelm Jr., visits the campus in an attempt to calm fears.  The student body, en masse, turn their backs on him.  “Oh come on!  I’m not even a member of the patriarchy!’ protests Wilhelm Jr.

March

The New York Yankees report to spring training and promise to suck even more than last year.  Alex Rodriguez spontaneously combusts from years of HGH use.

April

The New York Mets announce they are broke and sell the team to a Dubai prince who moves them to his kingdom, making it the first Major League franchise located in the Middle East.  But, since it is the Mets, no one notices or cares.

May

While addressing a group of preschoolers, New York City mayor Warren Wilhelm Jr. is shocked when, en masse, the preschoolers turn their backs to him.  Wilhelm Jr. promises to work harder to build bridges with the preschool community.  “They aren’t turning their backs on me.  It’s rape they are turning their backs on” he tells reporters.

June

Al Sharpton says something stupid. Race riots ensue. President Obama calls Sharpton his “point man” on race relations and blames Fox News for the rioting.

July

As race riots continue into their second month, New York City mayor Warren Wilhelm Jr., visits Harlem in hopes of ending the violence.  He is shocked as rioters turn their backs on him.  “Oh come on!  I married one of you people!” he tells them.

August

True to their pre-season boast, the Yankee enter the dog days of August sucking and sucking badly.  As attendance plummets Yankee management raises ticket prices as an inducement to get fans back into the seats.  As for the Mets, who really gives a shit.  Last anyone heard or cared they had moved out of Queens to some unknown location.

September

While feeding his dog in Gracie Mansion, Mayor Warren Wilhelm Jr. is shocked when his dog turns his back on him.  Wilhelm Jr., promises to do all his can to rebuild shattered trust between himself and the canine community.  “Some of my best friends are dogs” he tells the press.

October

Temperatures begin to drop across the United States.  President Obama, blaming climate change, enacts a law banning all internal combustion engines.  Civilians are prohibited from traveling more than ten miles from their residence or using flush toilets.  From Air Force One the President calls his legislation his “signature achievement.”  He then uses the flush toilet onboard Air Force One. The waste is dumped out of the plane, landing on civilians as they build their new outhouses.

November

While attempting to pardon a turkey for Thanksgiving, New York City mayor Warren Wilhelm Jr., is shocked when the turkey turns his back on him.  Wilhelm Jr., recalls how he often tells his mixed race children to be wary of turkeys. “If my children were white I would not have to do this, unfortunately” he says.

December

Aliens land in New York City, taking Gracie Mansion and holding Mayor Warren Wilhelm Jr. hostage. Wilhelm Jr. is shocked when the aliens not only turn their backs on him but refuse to probe him anally. “I’m the mayor!  Look at all I’ve done for this town.  If anyone deserves to be anally probed it’s me!” he tells the aliens.

And there you have it.  The year in advance review.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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A Very Special New Year’s Eve of Color With Al Sharpton

Welcome to my New Years' Eve of Color

Welcome to my New Years’ Eve of Color

Hoping to attract a younger, hipper demographic MSNBC announced that its New Year’s Eve special this year will be “A Very Special New Year’s Eve of Color With Al Sharpton.”

Announcer:  Live from New York City it’s Al Sharpton’s New Year’s Eve of Color.  And now your host Al Sharpton.

AS:  Thank you announcer.  Where’s the damn teleprompter?  Are we live? 

Director:  We’re live!

AS:  Welcome to my special New Year’s Eve of Color from Harlem where peoples of color can come together to celebrate their holiday away from the white man.  Why Harlem?  Because the man celebrates his New Year’s Eve in Times Square. Why Time’s Square and not Harlem?  Because the man hates black people! I’d like to introduce my cohost for tonight So-so-so-Fire Ver-ver – I can’t read the teleprompter.  What’s your name?

SV:  Sofia Vergara. 

This woman is not black

This woman is not black

SV:  I’m Sofia Vergara from ABC’s hit show Modern Family and it’s my pleasure to be here to celebrate a very special New Year’s Eve of Color.  You know being from Columbia I never dreamed that one day I’d be in New York hosting a special like this.

AS:  What the hell. You’re not black!

SV: Um, no.  I’m from South America.

AS:  Get the hell off my show!

[Sharpton pushes her off the set]

AS:  Isn’t that just like the white man. Trying to dilute what it means to be a person of color by bringing on Hispanics.  I bet Rudy Guiliani, that’s right, Rudy Jew-liani is behind this.  Our first guest is international singing sensation Enri-enya-Enri-kay Igloo-Ig.  I can’t read the teleprompter. What the hell is your name?

EI:  I’m Enrique Iglesias.

Also not a black man

Also not a black man

AS: What the hell. You’re not black either.  Another white person!

EI: Actually I was born and raised in Spain then moved to Miami when I was a teenager.

AS You’re still white.  Get off my set!

[Sharpton pushes him off the set]

AS:  Director I said this was a New Year’s Eve of Color.  Stop sending me Hispanics.  Send me a black man.

[Bill Cosby enters]

Your ass is finer than jello pudding

Possibly black

BC:   New Year’s Eve makes me feel like I have jello pudding inside me.

AS: Is this a conspiracy by white folk?

[Sharpton pushes Cosby off the set]

AS:  Well I see that it is almost time for the ball to drop.  Because this is a New Year’s Eve of Color the ball will be black. 

Director:  What the hell am I supposed to point the cameras at? I can’t see a black ball at night.

AS:  I apologize for my white director.  He is racist.  Just point the cameras honkey.  Now we did have some lights to illu-allum – I can’t read the teleprompter.  We had some lights to light up the ball but they were stolen.  Probably by teabaggers.  And now the countdown.  10-9-8-7-

[Shots ring out]

AS:  Who’s shooting?  They better be shooting at Hispanics. 

[The ball is hit by gunfire, falls off and starts rolling down 125th street]

Producer:  We’re not paying for that.

AS:  I’m Al Sharpton saying having a very happy New Year’s Eve of Color.  That is if the white man will let you. Where the hell is the teleprompter operator?  He must be white.  I can’t read that damn thing.  Goodnight.

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Wesley Crusher Raped!

The rape epidemic at Star Fleet Academy is scandalous!

The rape epidemic at Star Fleet Academy is scandalous!

Wesley Crusher, previously acting ensign onboard the Starship Enterprise-D and now a cadet at Star Fleet Academy may have been brutally raped during a fraternity initiation.

The story, entitled “A Rape at Star Fleet Academy” tells how cadet Crusher was thrown onto a table filled with broken glass and gang raped by several cadets, only three of whom were  humanoid.  The others resembled fish and used their wet, slimy gills to penetrate Crusher’s orifices while the helpless cadet screamed, “Mommy!  Mommy!  Daddy Picard!”

The story, written by a respected reporter for Intergalactic Rolling Stone who wanted to write about “rape in the cosmos” goes on to give vivid details of the brutalized yet still annoying Crusher running back to his dorm room and contacting friends with his communicator.

“It was clear that something had happened to Wesley” said a friend.

He was shaking all over.  He didn’t want to talk about it much, which frankly was a blessing.  I don’t like talking to him anyway.  He’s too annoying. But something happened.  I believe his rape story. That’s just like the intergalactic patriarchy. They are rape crazy.  I guess I should expect this type of behavior what with all the Klingons and Ferengi now in Star Fleet.

After the story was published cadets marched through campus carrying signs that said, “Silence is violence” and “Today is a good day not to be raped!”

Star Fleet Academy officials also suspended all fraternity activity on campus.

However others are beginning to doubt the claim of rape.

Crusher has not been able to verify certain aspects of his story.  He cannot remember which fraternity it happened at nor the name of the man who invited him.  He also was free of any cuts or bruises which would be expected after being penetrated repeatedly on a table filled with cut glass. The author of the story herself has on previous occasions been accused of fabrication.

Still these doubts are not enough to placate the Academy’s feminist contingent, which is calling for ‘trigger warnings’ whenever a female cadet has to share a class with a Klingon.  They also seek to add sensitivity training to the curriculum.

“If Star Fleet wants to enter the 25th century it must change its culture” said a spokesperson for the feminists.

Never again must a female cadet feel unsafe on campus because a Vulcan is in his Pon Farr.  Never again must a female cadet worry that a Klingon will take her to a holodeck to act out Klingon mating rituals. Never again must a female cadet be asked to take her clothes off by the Ferengi. Only when we feel safe will our demands end.

Star Fleet for its part promises a full and impartial investigation into the accusations.

Star Fleet has come a long way since the days when Captain Pike wouldn’t allow women on the bridge” said a Star Fleet spokesman.

We pride ourselves on gender diversity.  Star Fleet has many female captains and we honor all of them.  Well, except for the idiot from Voyager who got her crew stranded in the Delta Quadrant.  Women! Really!  Am I right fellas?

Wesley Crusher has denied all requests for an interview.

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How the Grinch Stole Kwanzaa (Part II)

 

It came without redistribution or socialist principles!

It came without redistribution or socialist principles!

Then the Grinch said, “Giddap!”

And the sleigh started down

Towards the homes where the Whos

Lay a-snooze in their town (Even the drug dealers).

All the Whos were dreaming sweet dreams without care

When he came to the first house on the square.

“This will be the test case” the old Grinchy Claus hissed

As he forced a home invasion, bureaucrats in tow.

He noticed the little Who stockings all hung in a row

“These stockings” he grinned “must violate some EPA ordinance.”

Then he slithered and slunk with a smile most unpleasant,

That the bureaucrats got  jealous.

“That’s what we do” they said.

The Grinch took every present

and replaced it with government checks.

“The Who’s must learn to become reliant on the government” he said.

Then he slunk to the icebox.  He took the Who’s feast.

He took the Who-pudding!  He took the roast beast!

He cleaned out the icebox as quick as a flash.

“This food makes Who’s fat.  I’ll have the bureaucrats give them gluten-free diet food instead.”

“And NOW!’ grinned the Grinch, “I will take their tree!’

You see the Grinch was an environmentalist and he hated the Who’s for raping Mother Earth and killing trees.

The Grinch grabbed the tree when he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.

He turned around fast, and he saw a 300 pound Who!

Latisha-Lou Who, a single mother of six who was no more than 22.

She stared at the Grinch and said “Yo whitey, why you taking our motherfucking tree?”

But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick

He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick.

“Why my sweet helpless victim” said the Grinch

“This tree is a symbol of the white man’s patriarchy

“So I’m going to destroy it and leave you these bureaucrats to give you government handouts.”

And the fib fooled Latisha-Lou who couldn’t read.

The last thing he took was the log for their fire.

“Fire from chimneys pollute the environment” he and the bureaucrats said.

Then he did the same thing to the other Who’s houses

Leaving government bureaucrats to monitor their every expression.

It was a quarter past dawn…..

All the Whos still a-bed

All the Whos stil a-snooze

When he packed up his electric car that didn’t damage the environment.

Packed it up with their presents!  The ribbons!  The wrappings!

The tags!  And the tinsel (which the Whos shouldn’t have been using since tinsel has been banned by the EPA for causing cancer).

Three thousand feet up!  Up the side of Mt. Crumpit,

He drove with his load to the tiptop to dump it!

“Pooh-Pooh to the Whos!’ he was Grinch-ish-ly humming.

“They’re finding out now that no Kwanzaa is coming!

“Their mouths will hang open for a minute or two.

“Then all the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry ‘Help us Washington DC!’ “

And the Grinch put his hand to his ear.

And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.

But the sound wasn’t sad!

Why this sound sounded more like gunfire!

He stared down at Who-ville

The Grinch popped his eyes.

They he shook!

What he saw was a shocking surprise!

Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small

Was asking the bureaucrats where there government handouts were.

Many were asking where their fathers were.

Many were shot in crossfire.

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,

Stood puzzling and puzzling:  “How could it be so?”

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!

“Maybe Kwanzaa,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.

“Maybe Kwanzaa perhaps comes from the Federal government!”

And what happened then?

Well in Who-ville they say

That the Federal government grew three sizes that day!

Merry Kwanzaa to all and to all a good night!

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