It’s not really news that, thanks to hurricane Katrina, Michael Brown has been labeled the Great American Fuckup. (Right, like he’s the only Washington stiff who’s been derelict in his duties.)

Nor is anyone surprised by rumours that he acquired his job through contacts instead of merit. (”Former horse show executive,” “head of FEMA.” Yeh, that fits.) Par for the government course.

What’s shocking is that he’s been accused of having padded his CV to get the job.

Let me get this straight:

For crying out fucking loud… I want to rent a movie, I get Blockbuster crawling all the way up my sweet ass looking for proof of identity. Try to fly when you have an odd-sounding last name, expect an elbow-length glove exam from your friendly neighborhood TSA drone. You mean to tell me, in spite of all this, Uncle Sam can’t check a few references?

Suddenly, the past few years are starting to make sense…

It’s been a while since I’ve posted any spam findings. The US can-spam bill has proven so effective.

That said, I recently received a spam from — and I swear, I’m not making this up —

brownshaver

Really, now, people… when it comes to shavers, have I ever been one to discriminate? I enjoy shavers from all walks of life. As long as they walk into my bedroom.

Is there nothing they can’t do?

That is all.

Don’t jazz up that Corolla too much, dude. You may just break the sound barrier.

Bad product placement? or is it really that simple?

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