One of those things I just can’t bring myself to not write about…

In which a wholesome American icon teams up with two significantly less wholesome people (Snoop Dog and Soulja Boy) to produce a new hippity hop classic.

Proceeds from the iTunes sales of the song benefit Aldrin’s ShareSpace Foundation.

Also, Buzz has a new autobiography out. You can buy it here:

Update: AoSHQ points out this far more entertaining video of Aldrin decking one of those “we never landed on the moon” conspiracy theory nutcases. A true American hero indeed!

Douchebag, to be very clear. Michelle Malkin calls him a bastard. I’ll take either.

The Republican Governor of South Carolina, Mark Sanford, has been “missing” for a few days.

If you haven’t followed the saga, it’s been extremely odd. He disappeared over Father’s day weekend, and according to some sources, neither his staff or his wife knew where he was. (Other reports had him hiking in the woods.)

Turns out he was in Argentina, carrying on an affair.

He should resign. Now.

How wonderful for the many staff members and loyal supporters of his. Seriously, dude. Keep it in your pants.

Inspired by the ongoing saga of Daniel Hauser (which continues to reach new levels of stupidity…), here is some IMDB “It’s not a tumor” AKA Kindergarten Cop trivia!

• The lead role was originally offered to Bill Murray. Danny DeVito was also considered.
• The lead child, Dominic, was played by twins (a la Full House)(also there is probably a joke in there about the movie Twins starring Schwarzenegger and DeVito).
• Dominic has Ghostbusters sheets on his bed. Both Kindergarten Cop and Ghostbusters were directed by Ivan Reitman.

OK – so I guess I don’t have much trivia here, but could you imagine how different the movie would have been with Murray or DeVito???

Brooke Greenberg, pictured here, is 16 months… er… make that 16 years old.

Brooke doesn’t age. At least most of her doesn’t. (Parts of her body seem to age independently.)

She also seems to have an amazing ability to heal.

In her first six years, Brooke went through a series of medical emergencies from which she recovered, often without explanation. She survived surgery for seven perforated stomach ulcers. She suffered a brain seizure followed by what was diagnosed as a stroke that weeks later left no apparent damage.

At 4, she fell into a lethargy that caused her to sleep for 14 days. Then, doctors diagnosed a brain tumor, and the Greenbergs bought a casket for her.

“We were preparing for our child to die,” Howard Greenberg said. “We were saying goodbye. And, then, we got a call that there was some change; that Brooke had opened her eyes and she was fine. There was no tumor. She overcomes every obstacle that is thrown her way.”

No one knows why she is like this. She has no known illness or disease.

Scientists think she may hold the key to understanding how we age.

In the meantime, Brooke just hangs out with her mom and her sisters (aged 22, 19, and 13 – all normal) at the mall.

One particular part of the story that I just can’t let go by without comment, though:

Brooke goes to a Baltimore County public school, Ridge Ruxton, dedicated to special education. Based on her age, she would be a junior in high school. Jewel Adiele, one of Brooke’s teachers, said she wonders sometimes what Brooke is thinking or perceiving.

Huh? School? For all intents and purposes she is an infant. It’s a public school… we’re paying for it. How does this make sense?

I know it’s not politically popular to say this, but this is another extreme example of how our school system needs reforming.

If you doubted the poisonous influence of unions in the education system before:

Hundreds of New York City public school teachers accused of offenses ranging from insubordination to sexual misconduct are being paid their full salaries to sit around all day playing Scrabble, surfing the Internet or just staring at the wall, if that’s what they want to do.

Because their union contract makes it extremely difficult to fire them, the teachers have been banished by the school system to its “rubber rooms” — off-campus office space where they wait months, even years, for their disciplinary hearings.

The 700 or so teachers can practice yoga, work on their novels, paint portraits of their colleagues — pretty much anything but school work. They have summer vacation just like their classroom colleagues and enjoy weekends and holidays through the school year.

But it gets better… they are not alone:

The Los Angeles district, the nation’s second-largest school system with 620,000 students, behind New York’s 1.1 million, said it has 178 teachers and other staff members who are being “housed” while they wait for misconduct charges to be resolved.

Similarly, Mimi Shapiro, who is now retired, said she was assigned to sit in what Philadelphia calls a “cluster office.” “They just sit you in a room in a hard chair,” she said, “and you just sit.”

The teachers claim they are unfairly targeted. Oh, and compare themselves to MLK, of course.

“This is what happens to political prisoners throughout history,” he said, alluding to the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. “They put us in prison and we write our `Letter From the Birmingham Jail.’”

via Hot Air

This scumbag, who claimed a few days ago that a tattoo artist put 56 stars on her face against her wishes, has finally admitted she was lying.

It’s too bad she doesn’t have any assets. I’d hope the tattoo artist would be able to sue for defamation.

Perhaps he can get a lien against her future wages from the adult entertainment industry.

Just when you thought things couldn’t get worse…

Kaveh Alipour, 19, was killed in Iran this weekend.

On Saturday, amid the most violent clashes between security forces and protesters, Mr. Alipour was shot in the head as he stood at an intersection in downtown Tehran. He was returning from acting class and a week shy of becoming a groom, his family said.

Before his family could claim the body, they were told they had to pay a $3,000 fee. You know, to cover the costs of the bullets used to shoot him.

Upon learning of his son’s death, the elder Mr. Alipour was told the family had to pay an equivalent of $3,000 as a “bullet fee”—a fee for the bullet used by security forces—before taking the body back, relatives said.

In the meantime, Iranian diplomats are still welcome at U.S. Embassies this July 4th for Hot Dogs and Fruit Punch.

Disgraceful.

Hello, all. Harbinger of Death here. Today’s entry was called one of the greatest sidekicks by Entertainment Weekly.

Comedian, game show host, announcer, television personality, Star Searcher, World War 2 fighter pilot, Jerry Lewis Labor Day Telethon co-host, American Family Publishers sweepstakes peddler, movie star, PSA star, Budweiser commercial star, and Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade coverer Edward Leo Peter “Ed” McMahon, Jr. died June 23, 2009.

In 2004, he became the announcer and co-host of Alf’s Hit Talk Show, did a rapping commercial for FreeCreditReport.com (I’m not going to link them because they don’t deserve it), and did a Cash for Gold commercial with MC Hammer.

As you’d believe from him agreeing to do the above ads, he had some money problems. In 2008, he was facing foreclosure, so Donald Trump offered to buy his house and lease it to him. He found a private seller, but Trump later said his offer wasn’t for financial gain, but to help out an American icon.

In 2002, he sued an insurance company for not properly cleaning his house after a water leak, leading to toxic mold spreading throughout his house – sickening him and his wife.

Lastly, and possibly most importantly, he will live on in pop culture infamy because he was parodied in a 1986 Weird Al song, “Here’s Johnny!”

Quite a rich life. Well, except for the part where he was broke. Too soon?

Source: Wiki

Well, not me. I voted for this guy. No, he’s not the most eloquent, but I sure wish he were the one facing Iran, North Korea, and all the rest.

The video is of John McCain paying tribute to Neda. If you don’t know her story, go here and then follow some of the links.

Meanwhile, President Obama got frozen custard and played a round of golf this weekend.

For those of you following the saga, we’re building a patio in the back yard. So naturally, we have the radio on to provide some background music.

For the first few working weekends we had the radio on some random station. It’s the one where I heard Casey Kasem.

However, after hearing Pink! for the 3,435th time I cracked and shut the radio off. Silence is better than Pink! But the other day, The Wife^® decided to try to find another radio station, and found one that we haven’t heard before.

It’s called 93.3 KDKB (Everything that Rocks). In addition to having a DJ of unidentifiable gender on the weekends (turns out it’s a chick), they play Rock music. You know, everything that rocks.

(They also pronounce the name of the station funny. Like it’s a name: “Katie Cabee”. It sounds odd. But I digress.)

Anyway, it turns out that there are wayyyyy more Rock songs that are entirely about Rock than I ever knew. It seemed like every third song had inane “Rock Rules” lyrics. I can only remember a few, but there are a ton more.

Here’s the partial list:

• There’s Only One Way To Rock – Sammy Hagar
• Rock and Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution – AC/DC
• For Those About to Rock (We Salute You) – AC/DC
• Rock and Roll All Nite – Kiss
• Detroit Rock City – Kiss
• R.O.C.K. In the U.S.A. – John Mellencamp (Don’t call me Bones. I mean Cougar.)
• And of course, Rock Me Amadeus – Falco

Feel free to add your own in the comments. Or don’t. Whatever.