Last week I thought the videos below were hilarious, but that it was too mean to grab them up from Ace of Spades HQ, who found the first one at The Other McCain. Then Rachel Maddow preached from the gospel of Charles Johnson of Little Green Footballs on “Meet the Press” ON MY FREAKING BIRTHDAY.
So, I am giving myself a little present and posting the parody video of Charles Johnson and its companion parody of his toady, Kilgore Trout, where I can easily find them and laugh myself silly whenever I want. Remember the things you can thank Charles for: no one has done more to destroy the lives and reputations of the bloggers/journalists who have been shining light on Islamofascism and jihad than Charles Johnson and his Muslim contributor, Kejda Gjermani, who was only recently unmasked. And Kilgore Trout’s latest contribution to racial harmony was to go to Hot Air as a trusted registered commenter and spam the comment section with the n-word in the middle of the night while the moderators slept, then try to pass off his vandalism as representing their views.
The German teenager in the video below is acting — he created this video to parody the image he thought German lawmakers had of online gamers when they were considering legislation to govern online games. He was so convincing, people thought it was real. No. He is acting. However, there are a lot of domineering people who DO have tantrums like this, and so it is lucky to have this video to use to parody them: “Charles has spoken! Agree or be banned!”
Here’s the Angry German Kid with English translation — the real one, not a parody:
Update, 10/8/09: Dear Little Miss Attila attracted my attention to this review of Charles Johnson’s art photographs at American Digest, “The Eternal Banality of the Photography of Charles Foster Johnson“:
Of late many have opined on the mental state of Charles Foster Johnson, erstwhile hotchat master of Little Green Footballs. Words such as “dementia,” “quisling,” “bull goose looney,” “testicular chancre,” “slobbering obamallationist,” and “schmo” have hurtled about the blogosphere for months. I shall not endeavor to improve upon this brick-bat barrage of blandishments in which Mr. Johnson is repeatedly and heartedly encouraged “to perform self-intercourse with a low-yield thermonuclear warhead.”
Nor shall I note that having a “big” “b-log” floating about like a cowchip on a vast sea of Internet sludge is akin to possessing a two-inch penis. Neither shall I underscore those slanderous assertions that Johnson’s writing skills are limited to the “Paste” command. I note only that before “Paste” there is always his first tool, “Cut.” I shall also say nothing to underscore the obvious assertion in so many quarters that a “Dan Rather Scoop” is now so far in the past that even Dan Rather’s lawsuit has run out of Dan Rather gas.
No, too much has been done to malign Charles Foster Johnson, that Howard Hughes of Somewhere Lost Angeles. Instead I propose to consider the one area in which there can be no justifiable criticism of the “artiste” that dwells within the eternal sunshine of his mind, his photography.
There’s more funny if you click the link above and go read the whole thing.
Update, 10/8/09: If Dave C sent you here At the Point of a Gun, welcome and y’all come back now, ya hear?