St. Pancake Day
March 18th, 2009 at 10:44 pm by Preston Taylor HolmesI guess in the hub-bub around St. Patrick’s day, I totally forgot about St. Pancake Day, March 16. Luckily, LindaSOG didn’t.
Yes it’s poetic and moving, but you should really read the whole thing.
March 18th, 2009 at 11:48 pm
We need a million more commies just like her. Every time they have a protest in Washington a bull dozer should show up with a crosshair on top of the shovel.
Give them the same treatment this bitch wanted for the Israelis and push them right into the Pacific.
March 19th, 2009 at 5:17 am
So very good and fitting that 6MB would remember and commemorate what a truly special pancake Rachel was…
March 19th, 2009 at 2:18 pm
A few years ago when all the “Divestment from Israel” talk was heating up and the boycott lists were being made, I noticed Catepillar’s name at the top. I bought 500 shares and a “I Love My Killdozer” T-shirt. Last October, I sadly had to “divest” from one of my favorite “Evil Corporations” after Bush & Bernanke put their turd-soiled gloves on the Private Sector. Happy St. Pancake Day, 6MB!
March 20th, 2009 at 9:02 pm
Love you! So. Did you hear about Tristan Anderson, that Berkeley wacko who was living in that tree for 2 years and they kicked him out? Somehow, he managed to make his way to Israel and he makes it to Israel and he’s protesting the Security fence and it’s the day before St. Pancake Day. He manages to get critically injured when the IDF tries to break up the protest and they shoot a tear gas cansiter into the crowd. The canister hits him in the face. Really hard! and guess what? He got a really nasty boo boo. So bad, they had to rush him to the hospital where they had to remove part of his frontal lobe! No, really! They did! OMG! Can you imagine that? Last I heard, he’s on full life support and heavily medicated in Tel Aviv.
March 20th, 2009 at 9:49 pm
I did hear that, Linda. I chuckled. Almost as much as when that stupid anarchist punk got shot in Italy in 2001. Dead protester, we hardly knew ye!
One you pick up rocks and Molotov Cocktails, you’re fair game. Once you lay down in front of a steamroller, you’re pavement. It’s hard work being a Hitler in a Headscarf.