Moralia

Know what the best thing about being too busy for weeks on end to read the blogs on your blogroll is? Having a backlog of unread Iowahawk posts, that’s what. Sometimes that guy makes me laugh harder than the very best South Park episodes, and that’s saying something. But then he did all these boring car posts a few months ago and I stopped stopping by as often.

Nary a hot rod to be found in his latest, though, I’m happy to say, a “guest post” by underwear bomber Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, which opens as follows:

Yesterday while I was lying in the burn ward getting my crotch bandages changed, I had a chance to catch the air disaster movie marathon on TCM. The lineup included “Zero Hour,” “The High and the Mighty,” “Skyjacked,” and “Airport ‘75.” For all their campy fun and unintentional laughs, those corny old films really serve as a grim reminder how the whole in-flight terror experience has gone completely downhill since the jet set golden years of the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s. What happened to all those pretty stewardesses and polite, well dressed infidels, screaming as the plane plummeted to the ground? Time was, a suicide mission to explode an international jumbo jet was an event full of glamor and excitement; but now it seems to be a endless series of delays, hassles, pushy jerks and third-degree testicular chemical burns. And don’t even get me started on the crappy airline food.

Read the whole thing.  I literally laughed till I cried.  Vulgarity warning for my homeschool  mom friends and others who may disapprove or be offended.  I try to keep my own blog PG, but I cannot pretend not to find some of the PG-13 (and occasionally even NC-17) stuff funny.  And this one is funny — almost as funny as the one by Caroline Kennedy’s maid.  That’s not as tasteless as it sounds, since he wrote it long before Tio Teddy, the Lion of Liberalism, left this world.

Happy New Year.