Art Sandusky

You also advocated beating a woman if she cheated on her husband.

First time I've seen someone register to pimp their musical wares.

Africa is a peaceful area?

I want that man as my President. Seriously.

INTERIOR: VADERSAULT'S SUPER POSTER DESTROYER -- BRIDGE Asteroids collide, creating a fireworks display outside the bridge window. Vadersault stands, staring out the window above the control deck. Then slowly turns toward the bridge. Before him are the hologram images of twenty battleship admins. One of these images, the commander of a board that has just offically gone dead, is fading away quickly. Another image, in the center and a little apart from the others, is faded and continually disrupted by static. It is the image of Captain Dids, commander of the Poster Destroyer most hotly on the tail of the Millennium Fletch. Admiral JustSoYouPiett and an aide stand behind Vadersault. DIDS: (in hologram)...and that, Lord Vadersault, was the last time they appeared in any of our searches. Considering the amount of damage we've sustained, they must have been destroyed. On America.com you crash into asteroids but on Russia.com, asteroids crash into YOU! Whut. VADERSAULT: No, Captain, they're alive. I want every ship available to sweep the asteroid field until they are found. And stop with that damned “hip-hop” talk. Vadersault makes quotes in the air with his fingers as he says this. The Imperial star captains fade out one by one as Vadersault turns to Admiral JustSoYouPiett. JUSTSOYOUPIETT: Lord Vadersault. VADERSAULT: Yes, Admiral, what is it? The admiral is scared, his face white as a sheet. JUSTSOYOUPIETT: The Emperor commands you make contact with him. VADERSAULT: Move the ship out of the asteroid field so that we can send a clear transmission. You’re excused to your self-injuring chambers for the rest of the shift. JUSTSOYOUPIETT: Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord. EXTERIOR: ASTEROID FIELD -- VADERSAULT'S SUPER POSTER DESTROYER Vadersault's Super Poster Destroyer moves against the vast sea of stars away from the rest of the fleet. INTERIOR: VADERSAULT'S SUPER POSTER DESTROYER -- VADERSAULT'S CHAMBER The Dark Lord, Vadersault, is alone in his chamber strange sound enters the room and a light begins to play across Vadersault's black figure. He looks up and bows quickly. A twelve-foot hologram of the Server TSMperor materializes before Vadersault. The TSMperor's dark robes and monk's hood are reminiscent of the cloak worn by Obi-Will Helmeti. His voice is even deeper and more frightening than Vadersault's. TSMperor Palpatom speaks. VADERSAULT: What is thy bidding, my master? PALPATOM: What? VADERSAULT: What is thy bidding, my master? PALPATOM: Hold on, I have to turn this thing up. The TSMperor adjusts something in his ear and downs an E-Metamucil PALPATOM: Okay, try again. Vadersault appears irked, but obeys. VADERSAULT: What is thy bidding, my master? PALPATOM: There is a great disturbance in the Whorce. VADERSAULT: I have felt it. PALPATOM: We have a new enemy -- Dave Cobainwalker. VADERSAULT: Yes, my master. PALPATOM: He could destroy us. VADERSAULT: He's just a boy. Obi-Will can no longer help him. PALPATOM: The Force is strong with him. The son of Cobainwalker must not become a Post Whore. VADERSAULT: If he could be turned, he would become a powerful ally. PALPATOM: Yes... Yes. He would be a great asset. Can it be done? VADERSAULT: He will join us or die, my master. Vadersault kneels. The supreme TSMperor passes a hand over the crouched Dark Lord of the Yank and fades away.

But he was a Marine. I mean, come on.

Sudan's got its share of Al-Queda activity as well, if we ever needed some sort of extra reason to intervene.

So why did we care about Iraq? I keep hearing we liberated them and stopped the mass killing and attacks on Kurds and such. It was our duty to relieve the suffering of the Iraqi people from a corrupt regime that was harming them and not even coming close to helping. So what's the difference?

How mature.

Which is unfortunate, because the same stuff is going on there as we're currently putting Saddam on trial for. We've got gobs of forces in the area, why don't we iron stuff out there as well, if the same things are going on there as what motivated us to invade Iraq.

A British-themed "Diva" competition, duh.

I never thought someone could sell the other guy kicking out like he was rolling off of an air matress.

From CNN.com

Were I drafted now, forget about it. Were I drafted for something I considered just, then I'd go.

Exactly, she's a fun one.

Negro looked like he was moving in slow motion.

Elka, Robin, and Trishelle would be my three girls of choice, and you aren't changing my mind with your Jedi Mind Tricks.

Oh yes, because area of land that votes for you means you're better... what a foolish premise. Let's ignore how many people might live in each county.

WHOOSH

For liking The Real World, one of your metal buddies gets that? (shudders at his punishment)

Fools.

Choken should look at the main site.

"The Power of Love" ruled.

You're suffering from some sort of mental illness.

Can Choken One even read.