My Exclusive Interview with E.T.

 Verizon sucks!

Recently I had the chance to sit down with E.T., beloved extra-terrestrial, illegal immigrant and registered Democrat.  During our talk I had the opportunity to ask him many questions of interest, ranging from his personal life to why he is still on Earth.

MI:  Good afternoon E.T. 

E.T.Good afternoon Manhattan Infidel.  But you know E.T. is just the name Earthers gave me.

MI:  Really?  I did not know that.  What is your real  name?

E.T.:  You Earthers couldn’t pronounce it.

MI:  Just like Spock’s!

E.T.:  Don’t compare me to that Vulcan punk.

MI:  Okay.  Let me start out by asking you what everyone wants to know:  How did you get stranded on Earth?

E.T.:  Well I was just looking for work, you know. The economy is pretty bad on my planet, what with the drug wars and all so I rode the wormhole, climbing the fence we call it in my world.

MI:  And then what happened?

E.T.:  I was chased by a bunch of border agents – probably Republicans – and they tried to arrest me but I escaped.

MI:  What makes you think they were Republicans?

E.T.:  Hello?  Republicans hate brown people.  Are you ignorant?

MI:  No.  I had the best education our public schools offer.  [Pause.]

E.T.:  [Pause.]

MI:  Okay, you have a point.  So what happened after that?

E.T.:  I found shelter with these kids who took me into their home. They’re Democrats you know.

MI:  Is this when you first became addicted to alcohol?

E.T.: Who knew beer was so powerful?  We have nothing like it on our world.  No alcohol.  Lots of hallucinogenics.  But no alcohol.  And I liked the beer.

MI:  The next couple years were your so-called “lost years” weren’t they?

E.T.:  Yep. I spent the next 20 years drunk.  I mean, not just run of the mill drunk.  I’m talking Diane Sawyer drunk.  And the alcohol led to the drugs and the next thing you know I’m waking up next to Lindsay Lohan.

MI:  You slept with Lindsay Lohan?

E.T.:  Well, technically I didn’t sleep with her. She thought I was a bag of heroin and tried to smoke me.   Yeah, she’s chasing the dragon as they say.

MI:  But you’re clean now?

E.T.:  Yes.  Clean and sober.

MI:  So what do you do for a living?

E.T.:  I play my guitar on the subways looking for handouts.

MI:  So you are a Democrat?

E.T.:  F*ck you you f*cking racist.

MI:  Okay calm down. My final question: why are you still on this planet?  Didn’t you try to phone home?

E.T.:  I tried but my service provider is Verizon.  I never had any bars and even if I did I’m over my minutes.

MI: That sucks.

E.T.: F*cking Verizon sucks.  Those f*cking racist assh*les!

MI:  Are you sure you’re sober?

E.T.:  Well, just some cough medicine.  But that doesn’t count.

MI:  Okay, well I’ll leave you alone now.

E.T.:  Do you have a dollar?  Change?  Any contribution will help.

MI:  Sorry.  I have nothing to give.

E.T.:  F*cking racist!   Where the hell is my bottle of cough medicine?

[He pulls out the bottle of cough medicine and it drops and shatters on the ground.]

E.T.:  Oh f*ck me!

MI:  Um.

E.T.:  I got a knife.  Give me your f*cking wallet you f*cking racist white boy!

And on that note I left, well, actually fled from, E.T.  It’s always tough to see one’s childhood heroes in such a sad state.

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New York City Suffers Through Crime-Free Day

No shootings or stabbings?  I blame the teabaggers!

It is a well-known fact that everything in the so-called respectable press should be read warily.  Usually the facts are only half-right and premises can be delusional.  Such was the case with a recent story that New York City had gone through an entire day without one shooting or stabbing.

Naturally the world-wide headquarters of Manhattan Infidel sprang into action.  A complete day with a shooting or a stabbing?  What could have caused this?  Global warming?  Tea baggers?  Is this the beginning of the apocalypse?  Or is it the result of Mayor Bloomberg’s wise policy of forbidding 32-ounce drinks?

I had to find the truth even if it meant staying up all night.  Sober.  Without call girls, trannies, whips, bondage devices, Lance Bass or Rihanna.

And the truth is this:  The media lied.

While there were no shootings or stabbings this was just a technicality and does not take into affect the difference between what New York considers shootings and stabbings and what the rest of America considers a shooting or a stabbing.

Here are the facts:

New York City experienced 36 shooting incidents during the 24-hour period in question.  However they did not count under New York City by-laws as shootings.

  • Twenty eight of those shot were shot only once which in New York counts as a non emergency medical condition such as the common cold or watching The View.
  • Seven were shot two to five times.  Again, this technically does not count as a shooting as being shot only two to five times is a typical even in many New York bars.
  • And finally, one person shot himself after realizing his new laptop came preloaded with Windows 8.  Buyer beware and again, not considered a shooting.

Now onto the stabbings.  There were in fact 252 stabbings in New York City during this 24-hour period.  These are not considered stabbings as those stabbed had it coming.

  • Ninety seven were stabbed by their spouse.  Serves them right for taking part in the bourgeois institution of marriage.
  • One hundred and nineteen were stabbed after making eye contact with a stranger on the street.  Idiots.
  • Thirty six were tourists who were stabbed after asking a New Yorker how to get to Carnegie Hall.  Never ask a New Yorker for directions to Carnegie Hall.  It brings out the worst in us.

And so you see readers, while the headline “No shootings or stabbings in New York City” was technically correct the reality was far different.

What?

What the f*ck are you looking at?  Did you just look at me?  Did I ask you to look at me?

Come over here!  I’m gonna have to stab you now.  Punk.

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Manhattan Infidel Presents: A Guest Commentary from Brad Pitt

Gay  marriage defines us!

As is my wont here at Manhattan Infidel I occasionally like to turn the pages of my blog over to guest commentators.  Today it is my pleasure to welcome Hollywood superstar Brad Pitt.  Take it away Brad!

Thank you Manhattan Infidel.  I am happy to address the readers of your award-winning blog.

Note:  My blog hasn’t won any awards.  I just told Mr. Pitt that so he would agree to write in it.

I love America.  I love everything about it.  Especially the parts in New York and California.  Not so much the parts in between though. Anyway, I’d like to talk to you about a subject that I, as one of the American elite, feel very strongly about:

Equality!

Equality is what defines us.  Not our Constitution.  Not our so-called “melting pot.” Not crappy movies like “Meet Joe Black.”

Equality.  We are all equal.  And as a member of the elite I’d like to use my position to talk about gay marriage.

Gay people should have the right to marry.  I feel so strongly about this that I will not marry Angelina Jolie until all 48 states pass laws legalizing gay marriage.

That’s how strongly I feel on this issue of equality. That’s how strongly all the elite feel on the issue of being equal.

Just the other day I said to my Mexican maid, “Juanita, you and I are equal.”  Then I told her to move her Ford Windstar out of my parking spot. I mean I drive a Cadillac.  How would it look to the neighbors to see a minivan in my parking spot? I’ll tell you how it would look.  My neighbors would say, “Look at the car Brad’s driving.  He’s no longer part of the elite.”  And that would make me not equal to them.

I had to fire her for her indiscretion.  But not to worry.  The affordable healthcare act will cover her health benefits.

Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh yes.  Equality.  

Until gay marriage is recognized in all 55 states I will not marry Angelina Jolie.

Angelina’s pushing 40 anyway.  So besides the gay marriage thing it’s  probably time to dump her.

I mean do you know what happens women who are older than 25? Body parts start to sag.  Body parts dry up.  Parts that are very important to the elite.  Female body parts that define America.

And so my fellow Americans let me just close in saying that equality is very important to me.  Equality in fact.  Equality in – HEY YOU KIDS GET OFF MY CADILLAC! – equality in statute.  That’s why I support gay marriage rights in all 37 states.

And let me repeat this:  I will not marry – I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET THE F*CK OFF MY CADILLAC! – I will not marry Angelina Jolie until gay marriage is the law of the land.

Of course by the time this happens Angelina will probably be in her mid-forties.  And the thought of touching a woman that old is repulsive to one of the elite such as myself.  But I still support gay marriage even without Angelina.

Equality!  It defines us!

Thank you.

Thank you Brad Pitt for taking the time out of your busy schedule to grace the pages of my blog.

News Flash:  Brad Pitt has broken up with Angelina Jolie and has started dating Olympic silver medalist McKayla Maroney.

Said Pitt, “It’s true love.  And she’s young!  Dating young women is something the elite believe very strongly in.  It makes us all equal.”

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Bob Costas Blames Controversial Tim Tebow Non-Shooting on Religion; Calls for “Jesus Control”

 We must control the Jesus freaks!

In the wake of another weekend gone by without a shooting by Tim Tebow, NBC sports personality Bob Costas used halftime to speak on the subject and advocate for “Jesus Control.

We here at the worldwide headquarters of Manhattan Infidel are not in the business of advocating for any position.  But in my capacity as a bitter, lonely alcoholic who has never known the touch of a woman member of the mainstream media I have decided to give the full transcript of Costas’ remarks.

In the aftermath of the nonfatal nonshooting nontragedy involving notorious Christian Tim Tebow that most mindless of sports cliches was heard again: “Hey the stripper gave me V.D.”  Um. No not that cliche.  This one: “Something like this really puts it all in perspective.”  Please. 

You want some actual perspective on this?  Our current “Jesus culture” ensures that more and more nonfatal nontragic nonshootings will occur. And more and more the ultimate tragedy will occur:  I will not have a chance to sound sanctimonious.  Jesus does not enhance our safety.  He exacerbates our flaws, tempts us to not escalate our arguments, and baits us into not embracing confrontation.   In the coming days Tim Tebow’s nonactions will be analyzed.  Who knows.  But this is what I believe.  If Tim Tebow didn’t believe in Jesus he might have possessed a gun and two or more people would be dead today.

Make no mistake.  Tim Tebow is a controversial figure who doesn’t share the values of the National Football League or its players.  Tim Tebow is not violent.  He is not promiscuous.  He has never ordered the murder of a woman carrying his child.  Or indeed murdered her himself.

Let me give you this personal story of a confrontation I had with Tebow.  I once asked him if he wanted to share the hooker I had in my hotel room in Denver.  He refused!  What sort of NFL player refuses sloppy anal seconds with a scanky, drugged up whore?  I’ll tell you who:  Tim Tebow!  “Jesus wouldn’t want me to do that he said.”  Please!

That’s why I’d like to use my halftime platform to call for “Jesus control.”  The belief in Jesus must be restricted at federal and state level.  Sure, you can still go to your so-called Sunday church services. But when you leave that church you better put Jesus freakism behind you and share our values.  Grab a hooker, get her coked up and dump her in an alley once you’ve done your business.  Buy a gun.  Shoot the woman carrying your child in the belly!   If you do that America will be a better place.

And now on to the second half of our game where I expect to see more bone-crushing hits and career ending concussions.

Wow.  Let the reader decide which side of the Jesus control question he stands on.

Manhattan Infidel

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Hard Working Family Man and Provider Annoyed by Free-Loading Son-in-Law

I hate freeloaders!

Archie Bunker, hard working family man and provider currently residing at 704 Hauser Street, has expressed repeated annoyance and frustration with his free-loading son-in-law, Michael Stivic.

“I’ve worked my entire life” said Bunker.

Do you think I had it easy growing up? No sir.  I was never able to  live rent free while going to school.  I work at the loading dock now.  It’s good, hard manly work.  I don’t make much but I have a house and can provide for my wife and child.  I’m proud of that.

Sources say Bunker’s life took a turn for the worse when his beloved daughter decided to marry Stivic.

I was hoping she’d marry someone with a trade.  Like a plumber of something.  You know, someone who would provide for her and make a living that benefited people.

Instead, much to his horror, Stivic had his heart set on becoming a teacher, requiring him to live with the Bunkers while attending school.

The guy is a leftist atheist who believes that America is the cause of everything wrong with the world.  Great.  Just great.  You mean this guy is going to be forming the minds of future generations?  What could go wrong?  Teachers!  Noble profession my ass!

Particularly grating to Bunker is Stivic’s refusal to get a job.

I told him plenty of people have worked their way through school.  It’s not easy but it’ll build character. He told me he doesn’t want a job.  Imagine that.  I never thought I’d see the day when a man would refuse to get a job.  He said that all the jobs available were blue collar manual labor jobs beneath him.  Beneath him?  I’m ashamed to be related to him.

And perhaps most embarrassing to Bunker is having to listen to his daughter having sex in the next room with Stivic.

Alright I know married people have sex. But come on.  This is my daughter.  My little girl.  Do they have to be so loud? And from what I’m hearing she’s the dominant one sexually.  I mean, what the hell is a rusty trombone anyway?  I don’t even want to think about it.  Sometimes I wish I were deaf.

To make matters worse, Bunker fears that Stivic’s leftism is rubbing off on his family.

The other day I came home from work and Edith was wearing a pants suit.  A pants suit!  What kind of self-respecting woman dresses like a man?  Do they think it’ll liberate them?  And my daughter Gloria burned her bra. She said that now “the man” will have to pay attention to her. Well if she’s going to be wearing no bra I can tell you “the man’ will be paying lots more attention to her.  But it’ll be the wrong type of attention.

Bunker’s one hope now is the day when Stivic completes his studies, gets a teaching job and moves out.

“As long as they don’t move in next door I’ll be fine” he said.

As for Stivic he blames Bunker, calling him “close-minded and Republican, which makes him racist.”

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Manhattan Infidel Presents Your Lindsay Lohan Malfeasance Template™

Watch out! Or I’ll punch you!

If it’s Friday at Manhattan Infidel that can only mean one thing:  seeing a doctor about that burning sensation.

But while Manhattan Infidel gets poked and prodded by a (hopefully) hot, young female doctor here for your reading pleasure is the Lindsay Lohan Malfeasance Template™

Linday Lohan was arrested for:

  1. A disturbance in a night club
  2. A disturbance in an alleyway
  3. A disturbance in a hotel room
  4. A disturbance in an elevator
  5. Being on the grassy knoll in Dallas
  6. Does it matter what she was arrested for?  Seriously.

Police say that Lohan

  1. Punched a woman
  2. Punched a man
  3. Punched a woman and then a man
  4. Punched a dog
  5. Shot at a dog while on the grassy knoll in Dallas
  6. Punched a woman, then a man, then a dog, then ran all three over in her car then backed up over them then freebased on their bodies then vomited and passed out

When taken into custody Lohan

  1. Was contrite
  2. Was belligerent
  3. Punched a cop
  4. Punched two cops
  5. Punched every cop in the precinct
  6. Vomited all over the precinct and then passed out but not before punching everyone that was in the holding cell with her

When informed of Lohan’s latest arrest her management

  1. Expressed sympathy and blamed the incident on stress and dehydration
  2. Promised to work with authorities to help Lohan with her troubles
  3. Dropped Lohan from their roster of talent
  4. Dropped Lohan from their roster of talent in favor of Mel Gibson
  5. Dropped Lohan from their roster of talent in favor of Charlie Sheen
  6. Dropped Lohan from their roster of talent in favor of Chris Farley

In a statement released to the press Lohan promised to

  1. Do better in the future
  2. Enter rehab.  And this time it’ll stick!
  3. Reestablish a working relationship with her father
  4. Punch a reporter.  Any reporter
  5. Punch then run over any son of a bitch that gets in  her way
  6. Punch, run over and back up over and son of a bitch that gets in her way

When informed of her latest arrest Lohan’s father

  1. Expressed sympathy for his daughter and promised to be a better father
  2. Punched a reporter
  3. Punched a cop
  4. Punched a dog
  5. Ran over a reporter, a cop and a dog with his car
  6. Expressed amazement that he has a daughter

And there you have it readers, the Lindsay Lohan Malfeasance Template™.

Coming next week, assuming all goes as planned, the King Shamus Malfeasance Template™.

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Manhattan Infidel Presents Your Horoscope (The Long Thought Extinct Edition)

 Follow the bouncing ball! Seriously!  Follow it.  It may be my testicle.

If it’s Thursday at Manhattan Infidel that can only mean one thing:  a futile day-long search to find your missing testicle.

But while that is going on let us all sit back, relax and read our horoscope.  (Just don’t go out if it’s windy because having only one testicle your balance will be off and you’ll fall over.)

Scorpio (October 23 – November 21)

Your opinions are important to you.  Which is good because no one else gives a damn what you think, especially your belief that electricity was invented by Raul Julia to steal our souls.  While testing your theory by turning off all the lights in your house you will slip and fall onto your weedwacker, severing a testicle.  While attempting to retrieve your testicle you will be attacked by an Argentavis magnificens, the largest flying bird ever discovered.  Long thought extinct and with a wing span of 23 feet it will easily pick you up in its talons.  However after flying for a few miles it will discover that you have only one testicle.  Disgusted by this, it will drop you on Raul Julia’s widow.  She will steal your soul.

Sagittarius (November 22 – December 21)

Your lucky streak is about to begin as you will find a discarded testicle in the street.  This is convenient as you lost a testicle years ago in a bar fight with Raul Julia (who was attempting to steal your soul.)   Excited by your find you will pack the testicle in ice and drive to your doctor.  Unfortunately your car will be attacked by a Haast’s Eagle, the largest known true raptor last seen on the south island of New Zealand in the 15th century.  You will throw the packaged-in-ice testicle at the bird in an attempt to distract it.  This will not work and the bird will rip off your other testicle.  Now missing both testicles you will place a personal ad on the dating site, “Ready for Marriage.

Capricorn (December 22 – January 19)

This is a period of exciting transformation for you as after a year of taking female hormones you are ready to become a post-op transsexual and will update your facebook status to “getting them chopped off!”  Unfortunately right after updating your status a Haast’s Eagle carrying a pair of testicles will break into your home and attack you.  During the fight the eagle will plunge its talons into your testicles.  This will result in the two testicles it was carrying being merged with the two you wanted to get rid of.  Dejected and now with four testicles you will be attacked by Raul Julia’s widow who will steal your soul and your four testicles. Now testicle-less and soul-less you will begin a successful career in management.

Aquarius (January 20 – February 19)

You like to wear trench coats and are something of an exhibitionist.  So much so that your neighbors will no longer allow you to have any contact with their children.  Dejected by this, you and your two intact testicles will take a stroll through your neighborhood.  You will spot Raul Julia’s widow and not wanting to lose your soul will hide in some bushes.  Unfortunately for you also in those bushes will be a Gastornis, an extinct, large, flightless bird that lived during the late Paleocene epoch.  Standing at six feet tall, with a remarkably huge beak, powerful legs and large, taloned feet you will be no match for it as it rips off your testicles and flies away with them in its mouth.  Adding insult to injury, Raul Julia’s widow will hear your cries for help and steal your soul.

Pisces (February 20 – March 20)

You will be feeling and thinking about life differently this week, even more so after a Sylviornis, an extinct bird from the Holocene epoch standing at 5 1/2 feet and weighing 60 pounds will mug you while you are doing your laundry. Curiously this Sylviornis will be carrying a gun and have a command of the English language.  Demanding your money or your life you will foolishly choose to confront it.  You will lose both testicles not from the large talons of the Sylviornis but because it will shoot you in the groin.  When you awake in the hospital Raul Julia’s widow will be at your bedside.  However, after finding out that you are a Pisces and as such have no soul she will lose interest and leave.  But not before eating all the food on your hospital tray.  (I know! How rude. Because contrary to popular belief hospital food is actually quite good.)

Aries (March 21 – April 19)

Thoughts of sex will constantly distract you this week.  So much so that you will not even notice the Canadaga, a large flightless bird from the late Cretaceous period stalking you with a taser. Upon being tasered by this animal you will estimate that it is approximately eight feet tall.  You will then lose consciousness. You will awake naked with the words “Pete forever.  Ringo never!‘ written on your chest.  You will also be missing both testicles.  You will be surprised and shocked as you didn’t even realize that Canadaga’s were Beatles fans.  You will write a thousand page book on the link between long-thought extinct birds and the Beatles.  However you have no testicles.  And who wants to read a book by a man with no testicles.  Unless it’s written by Tom Clancy.

Taurus (April 20 – May 20)

Who really cares about Taurus?  Really.  You and your two testicles disgust me. I won’t even waste any time giving your horoscope.  May a Brontornis, a large flightless predatory bird that lived in Patagonia with a height of nine feet and weighing 800 pounds pull a knife on you.  And may it use its knife to cut off your testicles.  And as you are lying on the ground, bleeding and testicle-less may it use its cell phone to call Raul Julia’s widow and give her your location.  May she come and steal your soul.  Because you know what?  You’re a damn Taurus and you don’t deserve one! Punk!

Gemini (May 21 – June 20)

Your love life will get a massive dose of action, thanks to copious helpings of Viagra and Cialis.  Hopped up on these drugs and looking for the ultimate sexual thrill you will place an ad in an adult magazine looking for a “large, thought-to-be-extinct bird” for rough sex.  Luckily for you a Pezophaps Solitaria, an extinct flightless bird endemic to the island of Rodrigues will answer your ad. While tied up spread eagle on your bed the Pezophaps Solitaria will pour hot candle wax onto your skin.  Your cries of pleasure will startle the Pezophaps Solitaria who will panic and tear your testicles off with its beak.  Your cries of pleasure will turn to shrieks of pain.  This will attract the attention of Raul Julia’s widow who will burst into your place and, after ascertaining that you are not a Pisces, steal your soul.

Cancer (June 21 – July 22)

You are a bit of a loose cannon, making it difficult to establish long-lasting relationships.  Resigned to being forever single you decide to enter a monastery.  However the bus you are taking to the monastery will be attacked by a Helicoprion, a shark-like cartilaginous fish that went extinct in the early Triassic period.  As to why a fish would attack a bus going to a monastery, well, that’s a question for greater minds than yours.  At least that’s what you will tell yourself when the Helicoprion sinks its rows of circular saw-like teeth into your testicles.  Still a loose cannon, but now having no testicles you will advance quickly in your new life and will be elected the head of your order.  Your first act will be to have all the monks wear tin foil over their heads so that Raul Julia’s widow cannot find them and steal their souls.

Leo (July 23 – August 22)

Being too fast can make people clumsy.  While hurrying to shave one morning you will cut yourself badly.  When attempting to stop the blood flow you will notice an Amphicoelias, a large herbivorous dinosaur 200 feet long peeking through your window.  Unnerved by this long thought extinct Peeping Tom you will attempt to scare it away.  Your attempt will be unsuccessful and will only anger the dinosaur who will take off his monocle and exclaim, “I say old chum, what’s all this about?” You will misunderstand his question as a cry for the meaning of life.  You will hand him literature by the Jehovah’s Witnesses that you just happen to have lying around.  Grateful for this, the Amphicoelias will leave you in possession of your testicles.  Not that it’ll do you any good.  I mean, seriously.  When was the last time you looked in a mirror?

Virgo (August 23 – September 22)

You will want to keep your cool this week.  Especially when a Spinosaurus, a carnivorous dinosaur of the Cretaceous period, answers your ad for a roommate.  Enraged that you do not want to room with him, he will accuse you of  “anti-dinosaurism”  and will stomp on your testicles until they resemble a viscous fluid.  He will leave but not before promising to come back with a group of militant dinosaurs who will occupy your apartment until you agree to redistribute your wealth.  After all, Spinosaurus’s are the 99 percent!  And Raul Julia’s widow will steal your soul but you probably already saw that coming.

Libra (September 23 – October 22)

Luckily for you this post is already too long so you will get to keep your soul and your testicles.  But don’t think for one minute that we have forgotten about you.  One day when you least expect it a Shastasaurus, the largest marine reptile yet to be found, will show up at your door with some hired muscle.  They will beat you until you tell them where Raul Julia’s widow is hiding out.  So give him the information.  Yeah, that’s what the man said he did.

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Welcome to the Gaza Games!

 The exciting drag a body behind the motorcycle race

Sports competitions have a way of uniting a people and supplying much needed pride.  Pride in one’s country.  Pride in one’s culture.  And with this in mind I would like to introduce my readers to the first annual “Gaza Strip Games.

And without further adieu here is the list of events.

Dunk-a-Jew

This competition, loosely based on various dunking games, is one of the more popular.  In it a captured Israeli is placed on a retractable stage while Palestinians throw balls at a target.  If the target is hit the Israeli is plunged into liquid. Only in this case the liquid will be sulfuric acid not water.

The Catch-a-Jew-Marathon 

In this event Palestinians will jog 26 miles while chasing an Israeli to the border.  Ah, but is that all?  It sounds like a typical marathon.  Rest assured there is a twist.  The Israeli that is being chased will have both legs broken before the race ensuring that he will be caught.  The winner of the race gets to appear before the United Nations General Assembly to give a speech on the dangers of Zionism.

The Tour de Gaza Bike Race

Modeled after the Tour de France, the Tour de Gaza gives Palestinians a chance to ride bicycles around Gaza and promises to be a perennial favorite.

Note:  As of press time the entire Gaza Strip bicycle team has been taken out by a drone strike.  In place of the deceased Gaza Strip team Lance Armstrong will take their place.

“I want to prove that I can still win” said Armstrong.  “And the Palestinians don’t require a blood test.”

The Throwing Contest

Though baseball is not a popular sport in the Gaza Strip, this competition involves Palestinian youths throwing baseball-sized rocks at photos of Jews.  To add to the excitement the winner of the competition gets a tryout with a Major League baseball team, excluding the New York Mets.

“The Palestinians were quite adamant that the winner would not have to try out for the Mets” said an organizer.  “They consider the Mets to, how shall I put this, not be a Major League franchise.” 

The Drag an Israeli Behind a Motorcycle Race

And finally, perhaps the most popular event, this race gives Palestinians a chance combine their two favorite activities: driving Soviet-era motorcycles and dragging the body of a dead Jew behind them.  Interestingly the winner of this race will not be the first across the finish line but the one whose dead, dragged Israeli body will be most torn apart by the dragging.

The games should prove to be exciting.  Already there is talk that ESPN will provide coverage and it is rumored the Microsoft is interested in becoming the corporate sponsor.

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Orville Redenbacher Scandal Widens

 Eat my popcorn!  Don’t worry about your testicles!

The controversy surrounding Orville Redenbacher and his iconic brand of popcorn grows deeper with each stunning revelation.

The scandal first erupted when several college students made trips to emergency rooms complaining that they couldn’t sleep, were nervous, couldn’t concentrate and that their testicles had dropped off.

“At first we though they were Business Administration majors because, you know, like capitalism is evil” said one ER doctor.

But then more people from different walks of life started complaining of the same symptoms.

Doctors from the Center for Disease Control arrived to conduct an investigation.  What they found surprised and troubled them.

Before we even arrived we were sure that what we were looking at was the result of global warming or pollution caused by too many people driving gas-guzzling SUVs.  Because we in the government are concerned our citizens aren’t taking the threat of climate change seriously or taking appropriate steps to reduce their carbon footprint.

But after conducting tests and talking with those infected the CDC discovered that there was one thing everyone had in common:  They all ate Orville Redenbacher’s popcorn.

Chemical analysis were conducted on Redenbacher’s popcorn which revealed the presence of alarmingly high quantities of anabolic steroids.

When asked to explain this Redenbacher said:

I needed an edge.  A reason for people to come back and eat my popcorn.  Come on why pick on me?  Everyone’s doing it.  All the major popcorn brands are juiced up. And if juicing is wrong why does Melky Cabrera eat my popcorn every morning?

Despite Mr. Redenbacher’s protestations, his popcorn was placed on the controlled substance list by the Food and Drug Administration.  Redenbacher’s factories have been shut down and his popcorn burned in large bonfires.

Once access to Redenbacher popcorn was restricted those complaining of symptoms returned to normal.  Said an CDC agent:

Our citizens are sleeping more, are less nervous and can concentrate. Sadly their testicles haven’t grown back but that’s probably a good thing, what with the Republicans declaring war on women and denying free birth control to people.

Redenbacher’s  shut-down factories will reopen soon, run by the Government and selling green hybrid cars that run on gasoline and electric power.

As for Redenbacher, he has gone into hiding though rumor has it he has joined the Rolling Stones’ entourage and is supplying Keith Richards with popcorn.

When reached for comment Richards denied this though he also said that the government should “keep its hands off my popcorn!”

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My Exclusive Interview with Paul McCartney

 Dude, No-o eat-o turkey-o

Having taken a couple days off to celebrate the Thanksgiving holiday I once again take to the the pages of my blog.  Today I am interviewing perhaps the most famous composer of his day, Sir Paul McCartney.

MI:  Sir Paul it’s a pleasure to be able to interview you.

SPM:  Thank you, Mr. Infidel.  Peace and love. 

MI:  Peace and love back at you.  And I had plenty of peace and love this weekend as I, like millions of Americans, celebrated Thanksgiving.

SPM:  Yes.  You’re American holiday.  Did you eat turkey?

MI:  Of course I did.  I love eating turkey on Thanksgiving.

SPM:  I’m disappointed in you Manhattan Infidel. As you may know I addressed Americans last week asking them to forgo their barbarous turkey-eating ways.

MI:  Okay, now that you’ve brought the subject up.  Do you think you have the right to stick your nose into our customs and traditions?

SPM:  Of course I do.  I’m a citizen of the world.

MI:  What does your passport say?

SPM:  Great Britain

MI:  And?

SPM:  Isn’t Great Britain part of the United States?

MI:  No. No it isn’t.

SPM:  Dude.  

MI:   Moving along – 

SPM: Turkey is cruelty.  I want Americans to have a cruelty-free holiday.

MI:  Cruelty-free? And this is from the man who wrote “Wonderful Christmastime.”

SPM:  [Pause] Touché.

MI:  Simply having a wonderful Christmastime…..Simply having a wonderful Christmastime!

SPM:  Please don’t.  Even I hate the song.

MI:  Okay.  I’ll stop.  I wouldn’t want to be accused of cruelty.  

SPM:  Thank you.

MI:  Let’s change the subject.  Take us back to the early morning of December 9th, 1980.

SPM:  That was a long time ago.  What happened that day?

MI: You received a phone call early that morning stating that  John had been shot dead and – 

SPM:  John’s dead?

MI:  Um. Yeah.  I’m sorry I thought you knew.

SPM:  Dude man.  Dude!  I’m gonna need to smoke some pot now.

MI:  Okay.  Um.

SPM:  Do you have any pot for me?

MI:  Moving along – 

SPM:  Have-o any-o pot-o for-o me-o?

MI:  No.  Let’s talk about Ringo. Are the two of you still close?

SPM:  Ringo?

MI:  Yes.  The drummer for the Beatles.

SPM:  I was in the Beatles?  Dude!  Nice.

MI:  I’m going to have to end the interview now.  

SPM:  Got-o  pot-o?

MI:  I already told you no.

SPM:  Pot is a plant.  And killing and consuming plants is not cruel. You Manhattan Infidel are cruel.

MIAlright pal you asked for it.  You want cruel?  Here’s cruel for you: 

The moon is right
The spirits up
We’re here tonight
And that’s enough

Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime

The party’s on
The feelin’s here
That only comes
This time of year

Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime

The choir of children sing their song
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding Ohhhh
Ohhhhhhh

SPM:  No.  No. I beg you  please stop! [Sir Paul runs out of the building into oncoming traffic.]

MI:  I have just been handed this news bulletin.  Paul McCartney has been run over by a manure truck.  More details as they come in.

And so ended my interview with the so-called “cute” Beatle.  Now if you’ll excuse me I have to scrub “Having a Wonderful Christmastime” from my iPod.

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