Full Version: What a bunch of hypocritical bastards....
The world leaders at the G8 summit were discussing the worldwide food problem while at the same time sitting down to this dinner...see menu below.
Yeah a nice 18 course meal to fill their little bellies, and the toasting was sickening too. Fucked up people.
Man, I wish I was there. Can't tell you how much I miss that Hairy Crab Bisque Soup. 
QUOTE (TapDuncan @ Jul 8 2008, 03:20 PM) 
Yeah a nice 18 course meal to fill their little bellies, and the toasting was sickening too. Fucked up people.
A bunch of self serving elitist pigs!
Better for them to have a tunafish sandwich and a salad, and a fruit cup and water.
QUOTE (TapDuncan @ Jul 8 2008, 12:20 PM)
Yeah a nice 18 course meal to fill their little bellies, and the toasting was sickening too. Fucked up people.
I like the old Yippie chant... Eat The Rich Feed The Poor!!!
QUOTE (roborok @ Jul 8 2008, 12:29 PM)
I like the old Yippie chant... Eat The Rich Feed The Poor!!!
Fried Shrub -- what do ya think -- tastes of chicken? Or maybe grilled pig?
QUOTE (roborok @ Jul 8 2008, 03:29 PM)
I like the old Yippie chant... Eat The Rich Feed The Poor!!!
What about eating contests in general? Isn't there something more than just a little gross and obscene there?
QUOTE (X-Ray-Spex @ Jul 8 2008, 03:44 PM)
Wake up kid
Its half past you think
Nothings really changing but the date
You a grand slammer but you no Babe Ruth
You gotta learn how to relate
You'll be swinging for the pearly gates
Ohh I got all answers, lo and behold
You got the right key baby but the wrong key hole, yo
Well I woke up this morning
On the wrong side of the bed
And how I got to thinkin'
About all the things you said
About ordinary people
And how they make you sick
And if callin' names kicks back on you
Then I hope this does the trick
'Cause I'm sick of your complainin'
About how many bills
And I'm sick of all your bitchin'
'Bout your poodles and your pills
And I just can't see no humor
About your way of life
And I think I can do more for you
With this here fork and knife
(Chorus)
Eat The Rich
There's only one thing that they are good for
Eat The Rich
Take one bite now - come back for more
Eat The Rich
I gotta get this off my chest
Eat The Rich
Take one bite now - spit out the rest
So I called up my head shrinker
And I told him what I'd done
He said you best go on a diet
Yeah, I hope you have some fun
And a don't go burst the bubble
On rich folks who get rude
'Cause you won't get in no trouble
When you eats that kinda food
Now they're smokin' up their junk bonds
And then they go get stiff
And they're dancin' in the yacht club
With Muff and uncle Biff
But there's one good thing that happens
When you toss your pearls to swine
Their attitudes may taste like shit
But go real good with wine
Chorus
Believe in all the good things
That money just can't buy
Then you won't get no bellyache
From eatin' humble pie
I believe in rags to riches
Your inheritance won't last
So take your Gray poupon my friend
And shove it up your ass
Chorus
Eat The Rich
There's only one thing that they are good for
Eat The Rich
Take one bite now - come back for more
Eat The Rich
Don't stop me now, I'm goin' crazy
Eat The Rich
That's my idea of a good time baby
Aerosmith
(You'll have to guess the name of the song.
)
I can’t believe they went with the La Seule Gloire champagne. 
A plain ol' Pol Roger Brut Reserve kicks its ass at probably a quarter of the price. Nice sake though.
A plain ol' Pol Roger Brut Reserve kicks its ass at probably a quarter of the price. Nice sake though.
I'm again reminded of when I went to the biennial conference of the Socialist International in Paris in 1999. One night we took a cruise down the Seine in a glass-enclosed boat, with a gourmet dinner and champagne. I remember standing on top of the boat with some other Parti Socialiste interns, all of us wearing nice suits, holding up our crystal champagne flutes and signing the Internationale.
It was quite a moment.
It was quite a moment.
QUOTE (Sinisterblogger @ Jul 10 2008, 07:54 AM)
I'm again reminded of when I went to the biennial conference of the Socialist International in Paris in 1999. One night we took a cruise down the Seine in a glass-enclosed boat, with a gourmet dinner and champagne. I remember standing on top of the boat with some other Parti Socialiste interns, all of us wearing nice suits, holding up our crystal champagne flutes and signing the Internationale.
It was quite a moment.
It was quite a moment.
Workers of the World Unite! And pass the foie gras. Didn't Lenin cruise around Moscow in a Rolls Royce? I know Picasso had a hammer and sickle painted on the side of his. I only have to look in the mirror to remind myself that there is plenty of hypocrisy to go around.
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