Well, unsurprisingly enough, it’s Heathcliffe Ledger day on the internet, so it seems silly of me to do my important work TAKING DOWN BIG ONLINE MORTGAGE ADVERTISERS. That can wait until tomorrow. It really is the new sadness, right guys? Who thinks this will add new gravitas to The Dark Knight and therefore should shut up and kill themselves? But also I read this:
In the wake of Heath Ledger’s death, President Bush postponed a White House event scheduled for this afternoon in the Roosevelt Room, where he was due to launch an ad campaign aimed at preventing prescription drug abuse.
WHAT? I’m sorry, what I meant to say was WHAAAAAAAT? Whoops, that’s the President of the United States, and not just any President of the United States but the one who it is being reported today released at least 935 false statements in the lead up to his war (hey Iraq, why so serious?) What is Bush doing? Sitting in some silk-lined room of the White House watching Three Feathers over and over on one of these, thinking about the time he told his father he loved him and put a gun to his head just like Heath did in that one movie where you got to see Halle’s tits (make me feel gooooood). “This can wait,” Bush tells one of his trusted advisers. “The people need more time.”
Why so seriously, President Bush, go about your fucking business. You’re bad enough at your job as it is. What’s next? Flying in Air Force One over SOHO? Get it? Because of Katrina? Which is another thing he was shitty about? That guy’s an asshole (new idea for 2008).
Meanwhile: Heath may have passed, but awesome messages of insane hatred survive [LINK].