Prea tare Jeff Dunham asta:)).Are talent, trebuie sa te uiti cu atentie la gura lui… ca sa-ti dai seama ca tot el il interpreteaza pe “Ahmed”.Foarte priceput tipu, bravo lui:

Nee, wirklich nicht. Die Idee ist ja nicht schlecht, aber die Ausführung ist einfach nicht komisch.

Just can’t help but laugh at Achmed. I saw this video about a year ago and up to now, it’s still never fails me to laugh. Jeff Dunham makes a good show on this one.

Here is a clip from him courtesy of youtube user KrowBatellio.

Get ready to laugh out.

*Parental discretion is advised

Este es un video muy chistoso sobre un comedia hablando con su titere Achmed haha esta buenisimo por todas las cosas que dicen.. realmente tienen que verlo..

Many things vex me in this modern world but for the most part I can see past them to the great things we have achieved and the few individuals you meet in your life that make you think, yeah ok I have a reason to be here, this makes sense, this person is contributing to the greater and making the world a better place.

And then there’s Jamster (or Jamba! in other countries)

it's for you!

I can not begin to describe the sheer loathing I feel towards all phone related game shite. In particular Jamster, with its extremely questionable ‘Partner Tracker’ – fuelling absurd jealously and obsessive behaviour hurrah! Ok I realise they do say for entertainment purposes but the very idea of lo-jacking your loved ones suggests a very unhealthy emotional state. I can expect ‘Stalking for Laughs’ to appear in the autumn E4 schedule then?  Well, actually…

My biggest grievance is the ‘Dead Terrorist’ Achmed. I understand how making fun of something frightening can be a way of dealing with it but this isn’t showing bravery in the face of global troubles or uniting against acts of terrorism and oppression through the medium of popular culture. This is just bile inducing stereotyping wrapped in a destructive catchphrase and canned laughter, with the only slightly lesser crime of puppetry masquerading as comedy.

The thing with Jamster is its very placement within the advertising slot on TV.  Today it followed a plea for help from the solid sterling voice of Bill Patterson. Bill was asking for money to help and feed dying and starving children in third world countries. A moderate donation was requested. Charity adverts do suffer from over saturation but its still an effective medium for sponsorship. Straight after this stirring emotional request appealing to our inner altruist, comes the nerve shattering high pitched squeals hocking unnecessary products for cold hard credit. Its Jamster! For £4.50 a week you too can fuel the machine of our ultimate soul destroying fall from humanity into utter digital capitalist despair.

The same amount of money spent on irritating NeYo ring tones weekly could keep another human being alive. In 2005 Jamster made approximately $600 million – this is roughly about £412 million.  In the same year ActionAid raised £115. Obviously they are not usual competitors but just to give you an idea of the kind of profits floating around out there.  My sincerest wish is that the credit crunch absolutely crushes Jamster.

nathan barley's wasp, nathan created his own ringtones

My phone has blue-tooth so I do have a song as a ringtone, Extra-curricular by At The Drive In, but I didn’t pay for it and nor would I. Also, I don’t need my phone to entertain people or display my individuality with glitter screen savers and personalised message tones. Its a communication tool, I need it talk to other people. The I-phone is however a completely different kettle of fish as it is essentially a portable computer. I just hate Jamster and companies modelled on Jamster. Long live word of mouth. And blogpages, of course.

Photos of the dead filthy evil scum muslim terrorist swine  (no offense to pigs) who tortured and murdered innocent people in Mumbai.

Muslim terrorists always end up dead.

You’re next, you filthy murdering muslim terrorist scum yaser said.

Yes, you are a terrorist when you terrorize innocent girls their entire lives and then murder them.  That is what yaser said did, terrorize, rape, beat his own beautiful innocent daughters, and then murder them by shooting them repeatedly point blank in his taxi.

Applause to the FBI for getting yet another corrupt obamocrat chicago’s blagojevich.

Who’s next, FBI?  How about the filthy ugly double murderer muslim terrorist yaser said?

Hunting you down like the filthy cockroach shits that you and your loser retard scum islam are.

Dead cockroaches.  You know who you are.

At minimum, yaser, tissie and islam.

We all know it’s more like the following photo, all you friends, family and accomplices of the murderer scum fugitive yaser said.

FUNNY….

LOL!

A Freakin’ hilarious puppet “ventriloquist” video!

Jeff Dunham and the dead terrorist puppet named Acmhed.

http://tinyurl.com/55buv3

Den här är ju så djävla kul!

Do you hate it when you feel like your being lied to? Especially when you can tell they think they are doing it for your own good? From the Vail Daily.

DENVER, Colorado – The chemical in a jar next to a man found dead this week in a downtown hotel was sodium cyanide, Denver police said this morning.

Sodium Cyanide, Isn’t that some really nasty stuff?

Sodium cyanide is readily commercially available and is commonly found in rat poisoning and used to extract gold and other precious metals in mining.

Yes, I remember it being used in a Sherlock Holmes story to kill a man who beat his wife.

The chemical’s identification should allay fears that the man’s death was part of a larger terrorist plot linked to the upcoming Democratic National Convention.

What? We have a dead man next to a jar filled with a chemical that is known to kill people.

“It’s an isolated incident,” said Denver police Detective John White.

Right, here is my other leg. You have to prove that to me, Detective. Can we say he is putting a spin on this to protect Denver?

Saleman Abdirahman Dirie, 29, of Canada, had been living on the fourth floor of the Burnsley Hotel in Denver when he was found dead just two weeks before the start of the Democratic National Convention.

Denver police got the call from the Burnsley Hotel on Monday.

Noticing a container in the room and smelling the tell-tale odor of almonds on or near Dirie’s body, they realized they might be dealing with an extraordinary situation.

Haz-mat teams found a jar containing between a pint and a quart of the unknown substance.

That is a lot of Sodium Cyanide.

“Because of the suspicious nature of the death and the unidentified substance – it leads to a lot of questions,” FBI Special Agent Kathy Wright, said Tuesday.

But on Wednesday the Denver police say that it’s an isolated incident? That is some really fast police work.

“We can’t comment on where the investigation might be leading us,” Wright, the FBI spokeswoman, said today.

Wait a minute here the Denver police say it’s not Terrorism and the FBI says they are still investigating this. Which is it?

The article goes on to list some common uses of Sodium Cyanide.

Cyanide is what Saddam Hussein is accused of using as a genocide agent against the Kurds in his own country during the Iran-Iraq war.

And it was a sodium-cyanide bomb, capable of killing thousands, that was inadvertently sent to the wrong address in 2002 when it was meant to be delivered from a Texas white supremacist to a New Jersey white supremacist.

Cyanide also is used to make paper, textiles and plastics, and to develop photographs. Cyanide gas is used as a pest exterminator, too.

Sodium cyanide can be mixed with acids to make a chemical weapon.

Nothing for you to be worried about here, just a dead body next to a potential chemical weapon.

The Denver medical examiner won’t be announcing a cause of death until toxicology reports are done.

Crossing the T’s, Dotting the I’s. hoping something will come up to make us forget about this.

The FBI is assisting Denver police in the investigation both because of the suspicious jar and because Dirie “is a foreign national,” Wright said this morning.

But, it’s not Terrorism. Move along people.

Denver police continue to say that no foul play is suspected in Dirie’s death.

Cyanide has another use – it is sometimes used by people who want to kill themselves.

Asked if Dirie’s death might be a suicide, Wright said, “It’s a little too early to really say.”

Once again the Denver police say one thing and the FBI says another.

But, it’s not Terrorism. If it quacks and waddles guess what it is.

If we are really lucky, this person fouled up and only took himself out.

As I stated at the beginning some one is lying to us here, and they shouldn’t. We need to know that the threat is not over. It should make you mad that the government thinks its ok to lie to protect you.

TVFOH
The View From Out Here

Yesterday I picked up a DVD recommended to me by a friend, it’s called Spark of Insanity, by Jeff Dunham. In one word, itdazzledme. Dunham isn’t very funny doing old-school stand-up, but his ventriloquist disguise brings out amazing characters, awesome jokes, more puns than I usually like, but it’s worth it. It’s been a long time since I’ve watched a comedy show that actually made me laugh. Spark of Insanity made me laugh. I’ve watched it about 4 times now, and my laugh-o-meter is going down at a very slow rate.

The irony about this specific show is that Achmed the Terrorist — one of Dunham’s puppet characters, has had his “act” watched 52 million times on YouTube — a site that I visit quite often, although I usually know what I’m coming for so I type my search in pretty quick and don’t really pay attention to anything else.

I strongly recommend both Spark of Insanity and Arguing With Myself, Dunham seems to be on a roll.

Peace, and Happiness…”I KILL YOU!” (I had to.)

Halo has become a national pastime, on the same level as baseball, football, and complaining about gas prices, ever since its first release in 2001. It has become a huge cultural phenomenon, primarily because its principal character is named “John” but also because America felt sorry for those poor idiots who bought the first Xbox and had their hands fall off because of how big the controller was. We have now been through three of these games, and just three days ago I wound up playing Halo for the first time.

Halo is a game about rings, which sounds familiar, but neither of the two characters you can play as is a hedgehog. This is one of only a few problems I have with the game. Instead, you play as a character named “Master Chief”, a name he takes because again, his real name is John. John is not a masculine name. John is the name of your mother’s hairdresser. And whenever you’re up against enemies wielding guns that shoot giant railroad tie-sized spikes, you don’t want that. They’d just laugh at you. And then you’d have to kill them.

Master Chief is joined by an alien whose mouth is split at the bottom. I have no idea how he eats. This was the character I played as for most of the time I played this game. My cousin Josh played as Master Chief. This works out because, as I was informed by Josh, the alien is supposed to be the cool headed one, as I demonstrated by swearing as loudly as I could at the television screen throughout the game.

I saw very few rings. What I saw were lots of huge-ass aliens I was supposed to shoot at. I also saw a few “Warthogs”, some smaller vehicles, and a “Mammoth tank” that my cousin used to kill me several times in versus mode.

The first few levels were not difficult. For example, there was a base that got taken over by aliens, and Master Chief Johnny Josh and Myself the Alien Life-Form had to blow it up. Next, we took a tank out onto the mean streets of New Liberia Or Some Other African Nation and kill more aliens. I operated the turrent.

“FUCKING SHIT COCK-SUCKER FUCK YEAH KILL THAT FUCKING ALIEN BITCH-ASS HO FUCK YEAH” were my exact words as I attempted to kill aliens. I don’t really know why.

My mother comes in off the porch to yell at me for cursing while she was watching Denis Leary on PBS. Then we start killing aliens some more.

We stop for awhile to watch Jeff Dunham, a comedian with puppets, who is not funny. No ventriloquist is, unless the puppet in question happens to be a dead terrorist.

Next, more aliens.

The next level involved tanks and hitting at some sort of battle base; then we took on a giant spider, even larger than the type you see in Florida. We flew these flying things to a dropoff point, and killed some more aliens, as was the style at the time. Next, we landed on a giant ring. Sometime in all of this, we also killed an alien priest who wanted to infect the world with what appeared to be some kind of bowel disorder. The way it worked is, these little alien bug things would burst out of large fleshy sacs in the wall and start infecting you, and if you were dead, they would take over your body and make other soldiers want to kill themselves, probably because of the smell of rotting flesh combined with flatulence from the bowel disorder. I saw at least one soldier with a gun to his head mumbling some shit about the way his commander talked and how his skin was wriggling, so I hit him.

PROTIP: If someone you know and/or love is contemplating suicide, just slap them around for a few minutes. It’ll turn ‘em around.

Using my personal favorite weapon, the Spiker, which was the one that shot huge spikes at people, Master Chief Joshie John-Boy and I infiltrated the biggest ring of all. We are talking a huge ring here, the kind that real men make whenever they don’t want to make a necklace. And it wasn’t even done, but it could apparently kill all life in the Universe including the bowel disorder aliens and the Covenant aliens and the humans. It was just that manly.

We go in, and the fucking obnoxious robot sphere thing that’s been talking to us throughout this bullshit starts shooting lasers at everybody, because firing the ring at this stage of its completion (second trimester) would surely destroy it and everybody on it. First, it kills the black guy, Johnson. Then it tries to kill the white guy, Master Chief. Then it tries to kill the alien (me). We kill it and it dies, and there was great celebration and cheering that finally the thing would shut up for a few minutes until Cortana, the digital little woman that Master Chief keeps in lieu of a real girlfriend (just like the guys that play Halo!) puts in the key that starts the giant ring. And suddenly we realize it’s time to go.

We run like hell for the nearest Warthog, which is still running perfectly in spite of the earthquakes and the aliens and the explosions, and we drive it like hell all the way to our ship.

Long story short, we both make it out of the ring before it explodes into flame but Master Chief’s part of the ship is split apart like the Titanic on Christmas Eve. He is forced to begin cryogenic sleep until Cortana needs him to clean the bathroom. Which is fine with Master Chief. Because Cortana talked as much as the damn robot sphere.

I, on the other hand, went back to Earth with the humans, and there are pretty pictures of mountains and a big barren place as a monument to all the soldiers who lost their lives in the big war against the aliens. Then the credits roll and Bungie Studios thanks us for helping them in their quest to conquer the world.

Hey, I couldn’t be happier to help. I have finally seen the world that is Halo, and it is OK. In spite of the fact that everybody died, the alien thing still can’t enjoy his sandwich because his mouth is split at the bottom and Master Chief’s real name is still John, I could see what was so cool about it, particularly in Versus mode, where you can finally kill all your friends like you’ve wanted to ever since they forced you to strip naked and run all the way to the 7-11 on Christmas Eve to buy liquor so they can try to light their breath on fire like a dragon. The rest of the game was pretty good too, although I’d say there’s still not enough alien killing. But if you can make it for the Nintendo Wii, Microsoft, I’d buy it. Assuming, naturally, I get tired of Super Smash Brothers.

Visto che, nonostante il materiale offerto da Casa Frenulo sia copioso assai, codesto blog è fermo da un po’, per stemperare l’attesa postiamo questo simpatico video, certi che apprezzerete e, quantomeno, uno degli angoli della vostra bòcca, se non entrambi propenderanno decisamente verso l’alto.

Insomma:

BAU,

Un clip foarte funny: Jeff Dunham – Achmed the Dead Terrorist

Ahmed é um boneco do ventriloquista Jeff Dunhan – um dos cinco. Quando se pensa em ventriloquismo, parece muito chato e antigo. Você vai mudar de idéia quando ver isto. É ótimo quando Ahmed descobre que ninguém havia explicado se eram só virgens mulheres que ele ia encontrar no paraíso. Em inglês, mas basicão, muito fácil.

Se não entender, ainda tenho horários para aulas de inglês )!

A bit of humour to lighten up my Monday blues..

Jeff Dunham and Achmed the Dead Terrorist

Worked for me! Such a talent, check out his website here: Jeff Dunham

Esse cara é muito bom, eu não sabia que ventriloquismo podia ser tão engraçado até ver isso.

Depois eu posto mais vídeos dele.