Clearing Cheeta’s Good Name
October 29th, 2007 at 8:52 pm by Brian
“The love that dare not speak it’s name.” – anonymous apeslut
Despite years of comic relief at the idea of AIDS coming from hot, interspecies monkey/man love, turns out it floated here on an innertube:
The AIDS virus invaded the United States in about 1969 from Haiti, carried most likely by a single infected immigrant who set the stage for it to sweep the world in a tragic epidemic, scientists said on Monday.
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The researchers virtually ruled out the possibility that HIV had come directly to the United States from Africa, setting a 99.8 percent probability that Haiti was the steppingstone.
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Studies suggest the virus first entered the human population in about 1930 in central Africa, probably when people slaughtered infected chimpanzees for meat.
Eating monkeys?
People. Monkeys were made to smoke cigarettes and churn out hilarious spoofs of popular movies, not to be encrusted with chili powder and fennel seed. But whatever floats your boat door, I guess.
Just remember kids, when you’re eating monkey with somebody, you’re eating monkey with everybody they ate monkey with so be sure to wear a rubber.
Dept. of Health UPDATE: Monkey Meat is not one of the six meats. Our respect for the monkey runs as deep as that for the Three Stooges. Not Peter Singer deep. More like the platonic “hang-out-with-them-and-have-a-beer” kind of way despite their alternative lifestyle leanings.
October 29th, 2007 at 10:55 pm
I believe that is Mia Farrow’s mother in that photo. The female human, not the monkey. She went on David Letterman’s show one time and said the monkey did not always “behave.” Apparently it had a crush on her, or anyone.
October 29th, 2007 at 11:43 pm
I just found a local blogger who is a recent convert to the cult of “doctor” Peter Singer so we may have found his match.
I know, I know. “But Cheeta died”. Some people’s views on beastiality are far more enlightened than mine. I’m sure their views on necrophilia are too.
Not that the dead complain or anything.
October 30th, 2007 at 2:51 am
Brian, I don’t recognize your name among the usual 6MB inmates, but you just made a lifelong fan with that well-timed Peter Singer reference.
October 30th, 2007 at 3:21 am
Hey Preston, I don’t know who this Brian McMurphy is, but as far as I am concerned you can tell Smantix to take a flying leap. This Brian guy can more than replace him…
Smantix can go back to being Cynthia McKinney’s love bitch for all I care.
October 30th, 2007 at 7:48 am
See-Dub, this is one of those “I went to prison and changed my name to Malik Al-Shabazz” kind of things.
Nigel – you said “smantix” two times in that post. Don’t rub the lamp if you don’t want to see the genie.
October 30th, 2007 at 10:19 am
Keep up this writing and I may just start reading Six Meat Buffet regularly.
October 30th, 2007 at 12:18 pm
Visiting 6MB is one of those “mutually satisfying activities”… like f@##!*& a dolphin, for instance! Here I feel safe in this cocoon of moral relativism. Props to McMurph for endorsing lucidity in the realm of buyer’s remorse.
October 31st, 2007 at 1:13 pm
Yiddish…don’t you dare…
OK, I don’t give a crap if you do, but I don’t want to know about it. Our site (as opposed to this one) is family friendly…
What happens at 6MB, stays at 6MB…