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after while, the party or group of FBI agents at Boise, relaxed their protocol and stood and drank coffees and light beers and talked informally as they stood around the town hall and some of them stood before a tv playing CNN...

"There's that Anna woman from Ostraylia, what a lovely accent she has," said one agent.

"Yes sir," said one inferior, "I too certainly love the notion of tapping that talent sir."

These FBI agents must have been real oddballs, apart from planning Madrassas to train terrorists at from a very early age, for entrapment/safety purposes, they now began appraising Australian Anna from CNN in an unusual way, behold:

"I can just imagine her scooping up my child as I spend a lifetime providing for her and buying her the furniture and jewellery she deserves," said Agent Louis.

"Yes, yes," agreed his superior, "I can easily see myself going on long romantic walks by the seaside with her under the moonlight with the waves gently lapping against our feet, knowing the whole time that I am guaranteeing her financial security while she focuses on child-rearing and repeated childbirth."

"How many children would you like to have with her sir?" asked Agent Louis.

"Oh at least five Louis."

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The FBI were holding a meeting at regional HQ in Boise,

"Congratulations are in order," said the regional director to the assembled troopers.

The FBI had managed to frame a would-be terrorist by providing him with a van and a cell-phone and explosives and encouragement to blow some people up. Everyone was happy with the sting, but unspoken was what was on everyone's mind which one field agent from Nebraska brought up:

"Sir, if i may, this Sting was a success," said the agent.

"Yes, let's discuss Sting," affirmed the regional manager.

"Well, sir, a lot of agents are concerned that as the terrorists get smarter, our undercover Stings will need to become more pre-emptive, more sophisticated."

"So?" questioned the field manager.

"Well," said the agent from Nebraska, "what we've been thinking is that we should establish our own madrassa or school for criminally insane jihadists to study at and learn to hate the West and plan devilish mass-murdering plots against the West, by running the Madrassa ourselves, with FBI money, we can significantly cut down the risk of stray terrorists flying under the radar and carrying out a big attack sir."

And with that the room broke out in excited discussion.

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on Fox News, Miller from the O'Reilly show was invited to be a guest of State by the North Korean leader, Kim Jong-Il who was thinking about going for all-out war with South Korea....

'I'm not saying your cultural attache is fireman on the refrigerator gay, but Kim, come on!' blustered the rambunctious and feisty Miller -- his brand of humor was barely even acceptable in his own country, but in North Korea it was hopelessly innappropriate and irrelevant.

'We cannot understand what he said,' explained one North-Korean translator working as a diplomat on the visit, 'perhaps he would like his eel prepared in a certain way at tonite's banquet??????'

mumble mumble afghanistan, part 137... dropping the kids off at the pool

Fey got ready quickly -- the memory of the grizzly bear Beowulf morphing with the piranhas from the day before was but a hazy memory... it was time to challenge Palin at 'The rain in spain falls mainly on the plain eloquu[sic]tion centre'... Fey put on her G.I. Jane 'suck my d*ck' t-shirt --- grabbed her favorite yo-yo and pack of gum and was out the door...... a beautiful sun-shiney day

at 'The rain in spain falls mainly on the plain eloquu[sic]tion centre' some expert was asking Palin about communist China.... Kate Couric was watching nearby with a bloodthirsty look in her eye as she sharpened an axe at a spinning wheel grinder and fantacized about hacking Palin to pieces and gorging on the raw meat -- a Satanic look covered her perfect Couric face as someone's mind eye envisaged her mouth blood-smeared and Chucky the Psyhotic doll giggled somewhere.... both Fey and Couric nodded at eachother, and, being women, both agreed that Palin was wearing a nice blouse and complemented her on it before talking about how they wanted to champion women's rights and the advancement of women.....

but that was women for you people, an evil bloodsucking monster, God Bless 'em.

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(The Palin/Fey movie - with the Jane's Addiction -- Nothing's Shocking soundtrack)

Tina Fey lay in bed in Manhattan and started wanking off a little after waking up --- she fantacized about Nichole Kidman -- she was so hot.... 2 minutes after she had started and after having moved around some bodily fluids a little and un-knotted some Kundalini-Chakra energy and what not, she rolled over and flipped on the TV

Palin was on Hannity and looked like a homeless person that had just been done up on pimp my face or some such makeover TV show..... thought Fey

Fey, while still laying prone in bed flicked out with a yo-yo from nowhere and caught it in her fist after a 1-yard extension and popped some gum on her face -- it was time to get out of bed and get fixed up a little and as she did so she watched some Palin....

"People hate me becoz they hate being reminded of our freedoms and exceptionalism," said Palin emphatically.

"What a moron," said Fey... ppl hated her becoz she came across as a big dummy.

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cont. From previous post.... The u.s. Citizens on the flight that were ethnic chinese and cambodian and couldnt speak any english were being complained about becoz they were giving eachother one dollar rub.n.tugs... And Parker was shitting in Stone.s mouth... Becoz the complainers weren.t u.s. Citzens the flight attendents who were all u.s. Citizens were able to identify the non u.s. Citizens as complainers and therefore terrorists and radio.d Berlin for help... another day in the war on terror amongst Nietzsche.s .last man. That long.lasting laughing stock before the coming of the Superman... This post is dedicated to Freddy and syphallis

mumble mumble afghanistan latest part

parker and stone took a flight to england to visit their majestic cousins from lancashire... Parker and Stone were 10 times better than their majestic cousins becoz 5% of their genes weren.t english but dutch or polish or lithuania.... the plane had a bunch of u.s. Citzens from china and cambodia that couldn.t speak any english... Parker wanted to shit inside Stone.s mouth and a non u.s. Citizen not from scotland wales or england complained about Parker and Stone and also about the chinese ppl who were also u.s. Citizens but couldnt speak english becoz they were giving complained about Parker

mumble mumble afghanistan, part 134

Meanwhile, with South Park, the American viewers were dissappointed with the sojourn in Spain... Americans liked their Spanish standing outside Home Depot waiting for $7 an hour cash-in-hand work or else being banned from Arizona.... Spain said Europe and Europe was very homosexual which was bad and not even entertaining like Parker and Stone kissing eachother in Base-ketball... Who knew? Perhaps with her totality of 30-some Nations all locked in foot-step in a shared currency and shared politicial/cultural norms, Europe would set the tone for the rest of the world to follow someday, notwithstanding America's amazing ability to reform.

Despite Spain's unpopularity in America along with France's and the rest of Europe except for the beloved English-speaking Brits and Irish, the Spaniards, not the Spanish of Venezuela et al, but the Spaniards were the greatest cussers in the world.... Cartman, Kyle, Stan Marsh and Kenny were shocked to hear their adoptive families and even their adoptive grandmothers swearing like thus:

'me cago en ese hijo-puta y su puta madre, que se vaya a tomar por el puto culo, !cono!'

(which meant: I shit on that son of a whore and his whore-momma, may he go and get buttfucked! vagina!)

Teach me more, they all said; unfortunately, Cartman learned all his swearing in Catalan, the language of Barcelona which is not the Spanish spoken by all Americans south of the U.S. Mexican border.... so his cusses fell on deaf ears.... Kenny, living in Andalucia, learnt to pronounce his c's and z's as s's as is the case in most of the Spanish-speaking world which is actually in the Americas... Kyle and Stan learnt standard castillian Spanish, Kyle in Salamanca with a pure non-inflected accent and Stan in La Rioja where there was a definite regional inflection.

'Me cago en la puta que le pario,' practiced Stan...
(= I shit on the whore that gave birth to him/her)

Kenny was surprised to hear his adoptive grandmother, otherwise a dignified and sweet-old lady looking type describe her son-in-law as an 'hijo-puta' (son of a whore) and constantly intersperse her conversation with ejaculations of '!cono!' (pronounced con-yo) which meant: !vagina!

'Sweet dude!' he remarked inaudibly which was normal for an Angaluz as they all had funny accents.

Kyle was working on a new phrase:

'Esa puta-mierda me toca la polla! !cono!'

which transliterated as: That whore-slut/shit touches my dick! 'Vagina!'

but which in common cussing English would really be translated as:

'I couldn't give a shit about that bullshit! For fuck's sake!'

mumble mumble afghanistan, part 133

Leonardo had dismissed his cute Dutch girly assisstants some time ago and started using an office next to Boticelli's. Botticelli was in the next office bouncing a tennis ball off three walls and catching it again, occasionally he played with his own balls....

Leonardo wanted to get down to brass tacks -- to the reason he was at Wright Pat... to draw reasonable projections for the Earth's future -- as based on energy consumption and to a lesser extent, water availability. Leonardo started by ascertaining how much oil was left... how much had been used already and how many people and how long that took and calculating how much coal was left to make electricity and took into account China's 10% growth per year, effectively making China double in size every 10 years.... he also took into account the possibility of civil unrest and the need for heavy American military involvement in China and the potential for an all-out war with China including with nuclear weapons.....

Leonardo kept himself buried in these kinds of calculations for a very long time and realized that without question, and obviously to anyone who put their mind to it --- the world was in for a giant meltdown: there would not be enough oil to keep the ball rolling, it would run out and China would easily push the world over that edge, not to mention India and Brazil and the EU and America's needs. Oil would become unavailable which meant that the combustion engine would go the way of the do-do - at least in terms of running on gasoline... but water hydrolisis, the technology that involved inserting a battery into water and separating the hydrogen from it was readily available and currently not being implemented due to 'special interests', which is to say, big oil companies holding technology back.

But was it that simple Leonardo asked himself... if it were true that hydrolisis technology was all that, then certainly it could cover all energy needs and avoid co2 pollution and humans could go on to perfect their birth control pills and sluttiness and alcoholism and stem-cell research and i-pods with idiot music and idiot movies and idiot culture and all the blessed 'happiness' and 'freedom' of the west....

so many things to think about pondered Leonardo.

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Leonardo called Michelangelo from Wright-Pat,

"Dude, what's going on, where are you?"

Michelangelo answered: "Dude i'm at La Guardia airport, I want to go to a homeless persons convention in Florida and the TSA Security people are sticking their fingers up my arse."

"Oh yeah," said Leonardo sounding really interested, "what else?"

"Well, with the other hand they stroke my testicles lovingly while a gloved finger from the other hand massages the G-Spot in my anus.... then occasionally they squeeze my balls, it's like a Chinese massage."

"Well that's lovely," said Leonardo...

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Back at South Park Comedy Central studios in Colorado, Parker and Stone were long gone and those staying behind gave themselves long-sought-after promotions and took the show in a new direction:

The four kids go to Spain and Kenny is an Andalucian, Cartman becomes a Catalan, and the other two are from non-Madrid (non Andalucia or semi-Andalucia) parts that only speak Castillian spanish.

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Parker and Stone were washing their chests in a river (they had each other's crap enmeshed in their chest hairs)... Stone began to cry, Parker fraternally held his jaw in his hand and suggestively stuck a finger in his mouth...

'pour quoi tu pleur, quoi?' - why are you crying? asked Parker to Stone.

'parce que ce que il a dit le mec de les Chili Peppers, c'est le domage, quoi!'... because of what the guy from the Chili Peppers said, it's such a bummer; responded Stone to Parker.

Stone referred to Kiedis light-heartedly joking about their brand of humor being potty humor.

'Regardez-moi, regardez-moi,' said Parker to Stone firmly as the camera closed-up a little to a tight close up shot.

There was a cut to Stone as the camera revealed his crying eyes and curly hair.

'Est-ce que tu m'aime?' Do you love me? asked Parker to Stone.

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in downtown Manhattan at Fox Studios... those around O'Reilly in his of-air time marvelled at his attention to PBS Newshour with Jim Lehrer.... O'Reilly had become like an Elvis impersonator, imitating Lehrer's slow trunk-al movements... his placid and vacantly absent use of hand gesturing.... everyone at Fox News there followed his example... we don't want to become too insular and isolated they thought... it wasn't enough to get the ABC guy with the greek sounding name Stefansnuffolopogous, cousin of the founder of the Mr. Snuffolopogus foundation (of Sesame Street fame).... there wasn't just Lehrer to watch... there was some other whitey there, a woman with a radical penchant for explosively loud neck jewellery...

mumble mumble afghanistan, part 129

as the KGB agents continued their chit-chat -- their secrets unknown beyond their own small circle, one of their pagers rang out -- they could only mean a summons from the Kremlin, CODE Green 112, read the 1st agent...

unbelievable! it must be some mistake! CODE Green 112 meant a total Nuclear attack against the Americans! it was completely unthinkable! That would mean hidden underwater submarines controlled by the Russians would fire off their unstoppable Nuclear payload onto NYC, Chicago, Los Angeles, Seattle, Washington DC and other cities would certainly be annihilated beyond repair... furthermore, missile silos within Russia would shortly send off the full force of their nuclear arsenal delivered by intercontinental ballistic missiles... the Americans could scramble to knock them down with batteries of Patriot missiles, but they would also have to make arrangements for various arrays of long-range Russian bombers currently flying supposed war-game flights near American borders and borders of major European capitals: Paris, Madrid, London and Berlin would be bombed with 50 giga-ton warheads, enough to annihilate even the smallest hair in those cities within a 20 mile radius of the blast site.....

so painted the scenario of the television commercial inciting viewers not to vote for the wrong candidate lest it lead to complete thermo-nuclear devastation

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Establishing shot: mountain range of Afghanistan

Master Shot: main street of Afghan street -- Druckers' Drugstore

Interior Shots: within Druckers' Drugstore

Lionel Richie's: 'Say you, say me' plays -- various actors from KGB are seated around an ornate wood-furnace a-la-Canadian backwoods

'Man when I heard the Thais relented and ponied up Victor to the Americans i said, 'Ilyich, Ilyich, we got to send a msg loud and clear, let's pop a cap in a medium level individual target, someone pretty visible but not really important -- a symbol,' said one agent.

'So that's when i recommended the publicist lady Chasen in Beverley Hills...'

farther down the road in Afghan Street --- the Taliban with the LA Talent Scouts --- those who hadn't cut and run or hacked and smacked had found that acting and dancing was too vile, but singing was acceptable in its Opera form, and very many of them proceeded to adopt this discipline.... going for the Tenor, Baritone and Bass forms of the art.... (the women were banned)....

mumble mumble afghanistan, part 127

Parker and Stone bad a while about being potty humorists but then remembered Colbert and Stewart and how many times they had tried to represent themselves as humorists and funny.

mumble mumble afghanistan, part 126

casting directors and talent scouts from LA flew out to Afghanistan in search of triple threats amongst the Taliban

'i'm a triple threat,' said one Talibani as he stood before the assembled team of talent scouts from LA in a downtown Kabul building with grimy walls and a slowly spinning giant fan that looked cool..... literally ... in a hot room, 'i can use an AK-47, set-up IEDs in the blink of an eye and i'm a goddam wizard when it comes to bringing down big-birds with shoulder-launched rocket grenades.'

'ok, that's not what we had in mind,' said the talent scout from Warner Bros, he was looking to fly some talent back to California and have them put on a show over the summer.... 'when we say a triple threat in showbiz we mean acting, dancing and singing.'

in furtherance to their search for a triple threat, the LA talent scouts posited that instead of delivering renditions of Shakespeare to demonstrate their acting skills, that aspiring comers instead tackle Sting:

'never forget the major Sting missives,' said the Warner Bros guy:

'discuss Sting; cuss Sting;'... and so on and so forth... many Talibanis, when they realized what it was the Americans were looking for, had very adverse reactions, some became so fear-stricken by the notion of singing, dancing and acting like some kind of moron thespian pansy that their testicles clamped up and shot back up inside their inner gizzards with-in, so deep inside them as they hadn't been since a few weeks before childbirth; yet others were so stricken with fear their anuses spastically shuddered spasmodically again and again and again unceasingly -- occasionally spewing forth poop ------ yet others were so incensed they immediatately became quadruple threats -- running for machetes and hacking LA production assistants willy-nilly.... some of them were so shocked by what the American talent scouts were seeking they immediately self-combusted - spreading exploding body parts everywhere without even wearing a bomb, just on the strength of an adverse psychological reaction -- yet others ran to save their sanity, making a bee-line to the nearest NATO troops to war with.....

Parker and Stone had given up on the giant ants and taken to shitting on eachother's chests ... Kiedis had inadvertently upset them by gagging that without potty humor their lives would be empty and meaningless.... this really upset both Parker and Stone but especially Stone....

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updates:

the Palin/Fey dog (with the Jane's Addiction soundtrack) - catching fish in their maws like good momma grizzlies, Palin/Fey were betrayed by their prey which turned out to be piranha fish thriving in canada due to climate change, both Palin and Fey who had taken on the form of bears like a werewolf movie or some crap about Beowulf reverted back to (naked or bare) human form as their maws reverted to human mouths which were decimated by the piranhas -- both were pale - not because of Palin's last name but because of a general lack of sunshine --- their pale naked (bare) bodies lay on the forest floor in the northern climes like a Norsca commercial, their mouths a bloody wreck -- their tongues having been masticated and torn and ripped by the piranhas, blood spattered their otherwise becoming (becoming being either a- hot or b- becoming human from bear form and bare and hot anyway) naked (and pale) bods..... they lay unconscious -- someone call an ambulance....

meanwhile Shephard Smith from Fox News was laying a wreath for his dead great-great-grandparents that died fighting the Spaniards in the Spanish-American war over New Mexico and Texas, Raul Garcia from old Cadiz, an important staging ground in Spain for the heavy galleons that crossed the Atlantic weighed down with Andean gold and silver puffed on a cigarrette and watched Smith and muttered under a tree, 'me cago en tus putos muertos, tronco,' which means, 'i shit on your whorish dead, trunk,' but which would be better translated as: 'i shit on your son-of-a-bitch dead, dude.'

The American Media: an astoundingly well-kept secret was that every year the American Media held a massive rave party with a secret location and flashing lights and ecstasy.... every year they secretly made their preparations, lovingly preparing their glow-sticks, silver swimming trunks, whistles, adidas shoes, sunglasses and sundry rave-party apparel and paraphernalia.... Tom Brokaw was God at this annual party as he was the only mainstream journalist to have Anthrax sent him by Khalid Sheikh Mohammed from a stash some said could only be made by advanced scientists from America or Russia.... Tom Brokaw was so cool at these parties all the women, from the minor city rags destined for the scrapheap thanks to the internet and mobile phones with internet and the internet era of journalism and goodbye newspaper and one dollar and hello free internet news, (that was a lot to squeeze between two commas) - wanted to rub up against Brokaw as they enjoyed their ectasy rush and the crowd whooped ecstatically when the DJ hit a high point....

in Iran Akmadinajihad ran a bath, 'I ran a bath,' he said to his wife as he walked into the room in showery-flip-flop things and a bath robe ready for his bath-time.... 'da Ba'ath party,' he said..... 'hey,' he said to his wife, 'you know, i think i've misjudged these Americans all along, i just saw that Travolta/Williams movie with the guerilla and that other actor whose name nobody knows except for his mother.'
'yes,' nodded understandably Akmadinjihad's wife.
'and, well, that was such a great movie, it has completely revolutionized my opinion of Americans, after all, we Iranians have had many revolutions and revolution is no stranger amongst us,' said the President.
'well the women from Desperate Housewives and Sex in the City are arriving today in just a few hours, so we will receive them as heroes?'
Akmadinajihad (the President), instead of answering with words of his own, poignantly went through his David Bowie collection until he found the song, 'we could be heroes,' and played it.

someone assumed the stance in afghanistan part 124

the question arose in any thinking person's mind: if democracies are so much more boring than other regimes, except as regarding a few public democratic figures capable of stealing from the public and being in the spotlight, criminals, drug smugglers and strippers, rock stars and not even including movie stars who were also predictably boring even taking into account the glamorous globe-trotting; the question arose, how is it possible that democracies could produce better movies than non-democracies --- take Japan -- since being bitch-slapped into submission with two nukes at the end of world war ii, they went to make a number of excellent movies as democratic nations, perfect example: Battle Royale --- what was it in the boring, stodgy nature of life in democracies that made for such great fantasizing, some creative imagination?

someone assumed the stance in afghanistan part 123

as if to prove the banal and stodgily boring English nature of democracies, as opposed to societies like China's where more people were put to death than the rest of the world combined, per year, where peoples' organs were plumbed while they were still living... the Palin/Fey movie progressed from Japanese Manga themes to morphing into bear-women and catching fish by a river as they back-flipped in the air in front of them in their maws.... this usage of maw later inspired a pop-culture classic song, 'gimme maw'

someone assumed the stance in afghanistan part 122

having made reference to the nature of large Nation's film industries and cultural movie product, e.g., America and Russia's big-budget movies as compared to smaller Nations arthouse films about clepto-maniacal body-surfers, the reader may well be surprised to know about some of the amazing big-budget movies being made in Communist China these days with what are called big Hollywood production values. A great example of these amazing, and often unknown in 'the West' movies, is 'a world without thieves'. Although this movie does not have any giant-trucks screeching along on the highway sideways as in Terminator movies or the Russian Night-Watch movies, it isn't cheap and is highly entertaining. Communist China has been making amazing kung-fu movies for decades that most people have never seen or heard-of but which can easily be seen just by switching on a TV in mainland China.

general petraeus assumes the stance in afghanistan: part 121

In Russia, at the Kremlin, Vladimir Putin stood and finished speaking on the phone, placing it in its cradle, looking to Mr. Medvedev, he said,

"It's for sure, the Sopranos will be coming the dinner tonight," reported Mr. Putin.

"Wonderful," responded Mr. Medvedev with the good-nature of one of the squirrels from the popular Warner Brothers cartoons from the 1950s cartoons.

general petraeus assumes the stance in afghanistan: part 120

The Black Rook sat back with his feet up on a table -- one foot lazily flopped over the other at the ankle, where else? To his right sat a small portable barbecue that sat on a 2-foot-high tripod on three wheels -- the Black Rook manipulated tongs to flip succulent burgers that gently cooked over the carbon coals beneath...

he put his reading glasses on and perused the index of former president George Bush's recently published memoirs, he scanned down and across and through the index trying to find a mention of Bush 43's famous dog whistle which he was awarded at a secret initiation ceremony for the Skulls Society at a prestigious Ivy League University -- alas, there was no mention of it and so the Black Rook decided to no longer search that avenue of entertainment...

he picked his remote control up and switched the tv on, a movie was about to start --- the credits rolled at the beginning of the movie, Sarah Palin was in it and so was her best friend and biggest admirer, Tina Fey, so too was Jerry Springer, and look! hey wow! it was produced by Michael Bay who possibly made the Transformers movie with a special credit to Jerry Bruckheimer, so you knew it was gonna have some dazzling special effects... the Black Rook knew the time was now to start popping popcorn....

the director sure must have had a lot of creative license as the usual standards and gauges for sampling formulaic appreciations of typical demographic/marketing spreads of hoo-diddly and technical market research stuff were absent and instead it was more like a Stanley Kubrick film....

the film opened with music by Jane's Addiction - and various scenes that indicated Tina Fey and Sarah Palin were about to face off on Jerry Springer under the sensationalist title: 'a momma grizzlie got my baby', the two were shown having make-up applied backstage -- choosing wardrobe for the TV appearance, talking to their PR agents, interspersed with the background music by Jane's Addiction...

a surprising indication of auteur-signature on the movie -- as opposed to the corporate Hollywood west coast LA team effort/market research approach to filmmaking was the unprecedented usage of another Jane's Addiction song after the first had ended... now Palin and Fey were on Jerry Springer and had to be held apart by security guards........ often American audiences will satisfied with nothing less than dazzling special effects which other Nations' respective film industries often cannot afford (instead resorting to arthouse movies about Marcel Proust) due to the small size of the Nations or blocs taking part in the enterprise, notable exceptions are a few big-budget Russian films like the Night-Watch series and one French made world war ii epic about Stalin or something like that (the French series 'Taxi' couldn't really be regarded as having big special effects)...... in general though, while most audiences around the world agreed America was the great Satan and the real terrorists and that non-Americans were forced against their will to watch dazzling special-effects films like Terminator 2 and 3 (although not so much the first one) and so forth (and Avatar) - they all generally agreed that although they were forced to watch these great Satan films against their own will with straps and torturers and devices for holding their eyelids open and applying droplets of saline on their eyes, they generally agreed the world over that Americans made the best action movies anyway........

hence a few little fisticuffs on Jerry Springer would not keep people satisfied, actually hitherto Fey had never made a real movie in her life, having tried with 'Date Night' which wasn't a movie but a reason to have a cutesie poster to decorate the inside of toilet bowls (or cisterns, go figure) with.....

but as the plot had it, after demonstrating superhuman strength in beating eachother up to the point where they smashed apart the building they were in with many an entertaining wall collapse and thump and special effect, the two turned into some kind of Manga cartoon characters and started flying into the air sans-machine and fighting eachother in the air with kicks and punches that moved too fast to be seen like in Dragon Ball Z and various mountains exploded in their vicinity as they showered eachother with fireballs -- their hair standing on end and blonde in color indicating that they were both super-warriors like Goku and Vejeta in Dragon Ball..... the film went on like this for an hour and a half -- the only music in the soundtrack was Jane's Addiction (entire) Nothing's Shocking album...

general petraeus assumes the stance in afghanistan: part 119 (911 held up to a mirror)

Leonardo worked on a new invention: a gun with sophisticated sensory apparati around the muzzle -- certain cells that could detect saliva -- upon detecting saliva around the gun's muzzle -- it would discharge... good for people that wanted to kill by jamming a gun in someone's mouth and not bother firing.