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Rumsfeld Resignation Address

[Rumsfeld enters and takes the podium]

Thank you all for coming. As you may have inferred from the mid-term election results, I am resigning the post of Secretary of Defense. Before I take leave of you, I have a few words that I’ve been saving since I was graciously awarded this position.

Let me begin by saying what a fat group of cocksuckers you all are. For the record, any time I ever got up in front of this podium, I spent most of my time wondering how you assholes would taste if I were to cook you. Charlie from the Post always ranked as the most delicious in my mind. A lifetime of Kentucky bourbon, Thai ladyboys, and Oxycontin will make you nice and tender as this fat fuck demonstrates. You’re the motherfucking veal of this shitbox press corps, Charlie.

Sheryl Stolberg from the Times gets my vote for most unappetizing. That bitch is so far left I bet her liver would taste like donkey turds, and take that from someone who has eaten a lot of human liver and a lot of animal excrement. Also, Sherrie, some personal advice: Your haircut makes you look like a dyke. I doubt you actually play for the other team though, because for the last six years you’ve had a cock up your ass that’s SO BIG I’m surprised it doesn’t have its own congressional district.

So how did this all happen? I’ll tell you. You’re all a bunch of skirt-wearing sallies that take their marching orders from a few frothing-at-the-mouth shut-ins who spend all of their time prattling on about bullshit issues like “human rights” and “not torturing people.” If you pulled your head out of your cavernous asses and thought about the realities for a moment instead of mindlessly regurgitating the tripe spewed out by the Rascal-piloting Whopper-guzzling lard-belching pansies running DailyIHateAmerica.com, then I’d still have this job and we’d be making progress in Iran.

[an aide hurriedly rushes up to whisper something to Rumsfeld]

What? Oh, right, I meant Iraq. Well fuck it, I don’t care who knows now. Open wide Ahmadinejad, because Uncle Sam is

going to facefuck the oil reserve right out of you. We’re going to need a good meal too, because we’re going to get hungry again 15 minutes after we nuke the shit out of Shanghai.

Where does this all leave us? Well it leaves me with a guaranteed book deal, a portfolio that makes me richer than God, and the chance to get upwards of $100,000 per stupid speech I make at rat hole events and institutions. Hey Sherrie, maybe I can come speak at your coming out party, heh heh heh. Just kidding, I wouldn’t want to get within five miles of the unshaved patchoulisnatched stable of rugmunchers you’re sure to keep around. Really, go fuck yourself Sherrie.

Ol’ Bob Gates from the CIA will be taking over for me soon. Hey Bob, sold much crack in Los Angeles lately? Ha ha, I kid, I kid. But seriously, he’s a criminal.

Any questions?

[the hands of all the reporters shoot up as they begin shouting for Rumsfelds attention]

Sike. Well, I’m out of here. Think of me when an Iraqi is sawing off your head while you sleep. Cocksuckers.

[Rumsfeld drops the microphone, gives the reporters the middle finger, and leaves]

Words From the Top

Dear Squelch

We here at the Squelch are proud to be entering our 16th year on this campus, and we’d like to celebrate by answering our readers’ most commonly asked questions. Unfortunately none of our readers have ever asked us anything. The only communication we have with our audience is when people spit at us on Sproul. So instead we broke into the offices of hundreds of other Berkeley publications and stole their mail.

Dear Smart Ass Squelch,

I’ve recently discovered that my boyfriend is a Republican! I love him, but how can I be with a man that denies my right to marry a woman?

What should I do?

-Leslie

Answer: Unfortunately there’s little hope for your situation. Make the break up quick and clean: bash his skull in with a rock.

Dear Cal Patriot Squelch,

I just found out that my girlfriend is actually a Democrat! I love her as much as a conservative can love a woman, what should I do?

-Craig

Answer: Look out! She’s got a rock!

Dear Queer Resource Center Squelch,

Can I get HIV through oral sex?

-Danny

Answer: Danny, you can do whatever you put your mind to. Thanks for writing in!

Dear La Voz El Squelch,

A los miembros de una cuadrilla de la calle ha secuestrado a mi marido anterior que se llamaba los Revolucionarios Muertos. Me tienen dicho que si no les traigo $35,000 dólares por la noche de miércoles corten su garganta delante de nuestro solamente hijo. Soy así que asustado y no sé a quién para dar vuelta. ¿Podría usted prestarme el dinero que necesito ahorrar al padre de mi hijo?

-Margarite

Answer: Margarite, in answer to your question, no, yes, no, sometimes, and Rick Moranis. Thanks for your question, and please enjoy this autographed photo of “Squelchy.”

Dear Daily Cal Squelch,

In last week’s article “League of Women Voters to Supervise Election,” the author implied he was against women’s right to vote. Am I misconstruing this, or did I read it as intended??

-Jessie

Answer: Dear Jessie, we here at the Squelch are intimately familiar with the Women’s Suffrage movement and couldn’t oppose it more.

Well, we hope this answers all your questions about the Heuristic Squelch. If you have any further questions about our operation, please spit at us.

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Democrats Arrive in D.C. Reeling From Month-Long Celebration

In their first day as the majority in both houses of Congress in over a decade, Democratic officials sheepishly stumbled up the steps of Capitol Hill forty-five minutes late for their first appointments, clutching oversized travel mugs of coffee and swigging handfuls of Tylenol.

“I will never do that many keg stands in one week again,” Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi muttered as she entered her new office. “I don’t remember anything after Obama started running around naked wearing a lampshade.” At press time, Speaker Pelosi had yet to discover the pictures on MySpace of half a dozen interns taking body shots of Jose Cuervo off of the third person in the Presidential succession line.

In the Senate there was some controversy as it was unclear exactly how many shooters Virginia Senator Jim Webb took. With a streaking wager at stake, the Democratic leadership immediately ordered a recount, exclaiming, “No matter what, you took it like a champ for a freshman.”

Ignoring that controversy, activities in both chambers of Congress continued at a reduced pace. “I move that we form a standing committee to get some fucking waffles,” Senator Harry Reid slurred under his breath while clutching his head.

Rick Santorum?s Job Search Hits a Dead End on Monster.com

Having been defeated in the mid-term election, former Senator Rick Santorum (R-Pennsylvania) slammed his keyboard down in disgust. “Dammit! It’s called monster.com. I thought I’d at least be able to find a job that involved scaring little children and taking their ice cream,” Santorum complained. “Talk about a misleading domain name. They might as well call it lameassjobs.net/killme.”

This had been Santorum’s third query in the past hour on job search site monster.com. After having a lack of success with search terms “demonic supervisor” and “Vice President – Bigotry”, his unsuccessful search for a “Hate-Crime Contractor” position pushed the former Senator over the edge.

“Dammit! I just can’t find a new position that matches my job skills,” Santorum complained to himself in a dark, cluttered office. “No gay bashing, no pompous oratory – just white-collar middle management positions in Braintree, Massachusetts.”

When not searching for occupations serving the Antichrist, most of Santorum’s post-election recovery has involved mood swings of liberation and depression, mixed in with a healthy dose of Funyuns and a case of Natty Ice.

Upon hearing of his problems, Senator Ted Stevens of Alaska suggested to Santorum via telegraph that he ought to make sure his Internet tubes were not malfunctioning.

Grey’s Anatomy

INT. MEDICAL HOSPITAL – NIGHT

It’s the third shift at a DOWNTOWN medical hospital. DESPITE the LATE hour, the HOSPITAL is humming STEADILY.

The camera tracks through the hospital, showing us many hospital

things, then follows a gurney as it races out of the emergency room.

MEREDITH GREY (NARRATION)

They say jealousy is a word like any other.

But what they don’t say is that that any

other word is poison.

DR. PRESTON BURKE runs alongside the gurney, opposite SANDRA OH.

 

PRESTON BURKE

We need a morphine drip and an intubation tray, stat!

PATIENT
> (groaning)Doc, doctor, I, really need some help…

SANDRA OH
> (handing Preston the tray)Here, try not to sleep with it!

PRESTON BURKE

How was I to know you were also sleeping with Jamie?

PATIENT
> (spitting blood)Oh god! My insides have gone outsides!

SANDRA OH

His O2 levels are dropping. He’s suffocating.

PRESTON BURKE

I can relate.

BLACK NURSE
> (making a snapping sound)OH SNAP!

PATIENT
> (sobbing)…please…medicine!

SANDRA OH

I tried to give you space. You used it to bag a nurse!

PRESTON BURKE

You may be the finest obstiocardiothrombocologist I’ve ever met, but you’re a bitch!

SILENCE as the entire hospital GASPS.

BLACK NURSE

Doctor, the patient is … dead.

SANDRA OH

No!
> (pointing at Preston)YOU’RE dead … to ME!

CUE OPENING CREDITS

 

INT. ELEVATOR – NIGHT

The TWO ATTRACTIVE DOCTORS stare straight ahead. There’s so much tension that you can feel it.

HOT-BLACK-DOCTOR2

I thought you transferred.

HOT-WHITE-DOCTOR2

I did.

HOT-BLACK-DOCTOR2

I see you’re back.

HOT-WHITE-DOCTOR2

I am.

HOT-BLACK-DOCTOR2

I still blame you for everything.

HOT-WHITE-DOCTOR2

I know.

The elevator BINGS to a stop. The other doctors and nurses get off, leaving only the two doctors.

HOT-BLACK-DOCTOR2

I think we should have some more hot interracial sex.

They DO.

INT. ROOM WITH SURGERIES

Meredith and that guy who kind of looks like Bobby from Party of Five are threading a needle through a heart.

MEREDITH GREY

I just can’t believe you’d do that to me.

DEREK SHEPHERD

I did it FOR you.

She takes his hand. He stitches the heart tighter.

 

MEREDITH GREY

But I, I just don’t know if I can do this…

The heart rips in half.

DEREK SHEPHERD
> (Emmy Awardwinningly) Meredith, love isn’t about knowing you can do things.

They kiss through their masks, and the heart unrips itself together again. NOTE: MAKE SURE THE CAMERA ZOOMS IN ON THE HEART AND THAT FLASHING ORANGE TEXT READING “SYMBOLISM” COVERS THE SCREEN. ALSO A SIREN SHOULD BLARE.

BEGIN MONTAGE

MUSIC: Coldplay. If possible two Coldplay tracks playing at the same

time.

CLIPS: HOT-BLACK-DOCTOR2 and HOT-WHITE-DOCTOR2 sleeping peacefully together on the floor of the elevator.

Sandra Oh and Preston Burke looking pensive in different parts of the hospital as various patients die around them.

Some patient from the episode doing something, like maybe walking for the first time, interspliced with clips of one of the main characters being shot or hit by a car.

END MONTAGE

INT. MEDICAL HOSPITAL – NIGHT, IT’S ALWAYS NIGHT

The hospital is finally quiet and thoughtful.

MEREDITH GREY (NARRATOR)

Jealousy. J-E-A-L-O-U-S-Y. A word you can’t spell without U. Or Y. Or L.

SOUND of the narrator nodding vigorously.

FADE TO BLACK.

In-Class Drinking Games

Political Science

Take a Shot every time the one Libertarian tries to change the discussion to how pot should be legal.
Take a Shot of Vodka each time a student uses the term “capitalist” like it means “AIDS”
Person to Your Right Drinks when you’re the first to spot the forty year old woman who arrives 20 minutes late.
Take Three Shots when someone asks “and what of the tragic death of Freddie Mercury due to capitalism?”

Computer Science

010 IF “girl”=“in class” THEN GOTO 020 ELSE GOTO 030
020 EXECUTE “two sips”
030 CONTINUE “masturbating alone in shower”

Any DeCal about Comic Books

Drink a Snifter of Brandy every time someone says the word “mythos.”
Drink a Sake Bomb once the discussion gets to the inevitable part in the comic’s history where the hero begins beating up Japs.
Shotgun a Beer for every impromptu game of “Who would win in a fight?”

Geology

Chug a Rolling Rock every time the professor makes some joke about stratography or igneousness or whatever the fuck that shit is.
Take a Shot every time you realize you’re in a three-hour lecture about rocks.
Take a Shot at some other major for Christ’s sake.

Ethnic Studies

Take a Shot when your professor performs a retina-detachingly dramatic eye-roll after saying “George W. Bush.”
Take Two Shots when the professor asks a question that is obviously meant to be answered with “It’s white people’s fault.”
Chug an Imported Beer when the mention of an ethnicity-specific food causes everyone of that ethnicity to loudly express their like of that food.

Sociology

Take 1 shot every time your professor starts a sentence with “check this out.”
Take 2 shots when your professor ends that sentence with a hand gesture in place of an actual word.
Take 3 shots every time the professor refers to the dog with a bandana around its neck as “your GSI.”

Volume 16, Issue 2: Stop Dancing!

Top Ten Homoerotic Bumper Stickers

  1. Don’t Blame Me – I’m Dying of AIDS
  2. My Other Car Is a Man’s Ass
  3. Danger: Wide Loads
  4. Visualize Whirled Penis
  5. My kid beat off Your Honor Student
  6. I don’t like Bush
  7. Support Your Right To Bears!
  8. Horn Broken – Watch For Penis
  9. If you can read this, then suck my cock
  10. Well behaved womyn rarely make history

High-Brow Erotic Fanfiction

“The Battle of Man-Asses”

Author: RebCake20

Source: Ken Burns’ “The Civil War”

[The camera pans out from an aged photograph as a sorrowful and rustic violin plays an old Southern requiem. The photo is of two men with scraggly beards engaged in anal sex]

Narrator: [reading from a letter] “My dearest Lulabelle. I find myself in the most terrible of erogenous conundrums. Last night the fates had transpired that I would take part in an act of illuminating sodomy, an awakening of senses within my soul and loins and posterior. While it happened so that I required the medicinal aid of a shot of whiskey and a stick to bite on, the pain of the initial penetration was nothing compared to the following glory enacted upon my most tender of holes. It will take quite some time and help from divine providence to ascertain my choice between your exquisite kiss, or my tent-mate’s veiny rod.”

–Private First Class Kilbourne S. Noisewater, 1864.


“You Ever Notice?”

Author: RoOnEyFaN86

Source: 60 Minutes

Leslie Stahl’s breath evacuated her lungs immediately as her eyes were drawn towards Andy Rooney’s massive member. “Leslie! What are you doing in my dressing room?” Andy asked, his tone getting more and more coy as the question progressed. Leslie tried to answer him, but was temporarily hypnotized by the sight of her coworker’s gray and knotty manhood.

“I–I–Wow…” Leslie stammered. Andy had this kind of effect on women, when they finally were able to take a peek at his gnarled trousersnake. So it was no surprise to him when Leslie, in a semi-simplified state of lust, suddenly dropped to her knees and began servicing him with her award-winning journalist’s tongue. Andy’s abundant, snow-white brow furrowed, as he began to commentate on the pleasure he was receiving:

“Blowjobs are funny. It’s hardly a job, unless you get paid to do it, in which case it’s not the kind of thing I want to get mixed up in, and it certainly doesn’t involve blowing. It actually involves the opposite, which is sucking. I don’t care for the term ‘blowjob,’ as it conjures up all sorts of images of some kind of balloon, and frankly I just don’t like associating my sexual experiences with balloons.”


“Busted”

Author: Praying_Mantits

Source: Mythbusters

Adam: Jamie; the myth for this week is uh, it’s something [chuckles] of a new kind of myth for us.
Jamie: Uh, yes, that is right. It’s something we’ve not done before, so it actually ought to be quite a treat for a lot of you, uh, viewers out there.
Adam: [Chuckles] Ha, yes, that’s because we are going to be testing the myth of the male G-spot.

[Animation plays of cartoon character with Adam’s photographic head superimposed on being reamed by cartoon Jamie. Eventually cartoon Adam ejaculates, and his semen spells out “Male G-Spot”]

Adam: For this experiment, we’re going to be using myself and Jamie on this yoga mat, and we’ll also be employing the use of a lot of lubricant, because the myth does not specify whether lube should or shouldn’t be used.
Jamie: Now you haven’t done this before, right Adam?
Adam: [Chuckles] No. So we’re going to need a lot of lubricant. [nods head with each syllable of “lubricant,” chuckles]

[_High-speed montage set to ukulele music of Adam and Jamie having anal sex. Interspliced

are images of the Asian guy and the chick doing nothing, as usual. This continues until

Adam is brought to a shuddering climax_]

Adam: Oh, wow! [Chuckles]

[Jamie finishes on Adam’s chest, and then spits to the side]

Jamie: Busted.