Showing posts with label satire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label satire. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 05, 2014

When Military Officers Go Insane...

...occasionally it goes undetected. Not so in the case of UK Army Major General James Cowan, who feels that sandwiches are a threat to good order and discipline:

Sandwiches have been banned from an officers’ base after a commander noticed many were eating them with their hands as he insisted “a gentleman or a lady uses a knife and fork.”

Major General James Cowan issued the note after he noticed officers were eating with their hands and failing to stand when commanders entered the room.

His three-page letter criticised standards at Bulford Camp in Wiltshire where he said he had seen a many “frankly barbaric” techniques and habits displayed by soldiers and officers.

The note, addressed to ‘Chaps’, said: “Quite a few officers in the divisional mess seem to be under the impression that they can eat their food with their hands. The practice of serving rolls and sandwiches must stop,” the Sun reported.

The letter penned by Maj Gen Cowan, who is in charge of 20,000 soldiers and 2,500 officers in 3 UK Division, most based at Bulford, also criticised poor grammar and writing, advising against the "wanton use of capitals, abbreviations and acronyms" because they can leave the reader exhausted.


Frankly I'm not convinced this isn't satire, and wasn't posted by the Telegraph by mistake. It reads just like a Monty Python sketch:

Listen Up, Chaps: There's been too much eating of sandwiches! Stop that, it's silly! And the wanton use of of capitals, abbreviations and acronyms must stop! It's silly!

Saturday, May 04, 2013

The Walking Dead - - Bad Lip Reading



When the Governor went Broadway I totally lost it.

Saturday, March 02, 2013

Yer Poetic Satire of the Day

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a sequester.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Friday, February 08, 2013

"So God Made a Liberal"

A parody of the Dodge Super Bowl Commercial "So God Made a Farmer."



Of course, this means that a retaliatory "So God Made a Conservative" video will be posted by leftists in 3...2...1...

Monday, July 16, 2012

With Lots of Help From the Rest of Us

Go. Read.

One of those brilliant pieces that you usually associate with Iowahawk.

Wednesday, June 06, 2012

Barbecue-Related Parody

Hope you enjoy it. It helps if you're knowledgeable about North Carolina barbecue.

Stop! He who pass the Bridge of Doom must answer me questions three, ere the other side he see.


All right, go ahead. I ain't scared.


WHAT is your NAME?


My name is Bob Garner.


WHAT is your QUEST?


To seek out good food wherever I can find it.


WHAT...is North Carolina barbecue meat made out of?


What do you mean? Lexington-style or Eastern-style North Carolina barbecue meat?


Eh? I don't know that! *SPROING* Aiiiieeeeee!!



You can buy Bob Garner's book of barbecue here.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Hmm...D'you Think If You Shot a Muslim With Jew Ashes...

...he'd end up in Muslim hell?

A pair of Alabama conservation enforcement officers think they've come up with the perfect way for avid hunters to honor their loved ones for eternity.

Officers Thad Holmes and Clem Parnell have launched Holy Smoke LLC, a company that will, for a price, load cremated human ash into shotgun shells, and rifle and pistol cartridges.

It's the perfect life celebration for someone who loves the outdoors or shooting sports, Parnell says.


PSH in 3...2...1...

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Dear Christopher Robin...

...I buggered Tigger, porked Piglet, ate Rabbit and rode Eeyore's lame ass out of here. Grow up and get a girlfriend already, ya little fag.

Yours Truly,

Winnie-The-Shit


Don't Call Him Pooh Anymore.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

The Last Entry...

...in Osama bin Laden's journal.

via Miami Herald columnist and novelist Carl Hiaasen.

Monday, October 18, 2010

There's No Escape, No "Present" Button, Either

Dude, you are so screwed.

President Obama's first two years in office, described as an 80's-style text-based RPG game.

From the mind of Iowahawk.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Nice Dr. Seuss Parody

via The Old Jarhead.

I do not like this Uncle Sam,
I do not like his health care scam.
I do not like these dirty crooks,
or how they lie and cook the books.
I do not like when Congress steals,
I do not like their secret deals.
I do not like this speaker Nan,
I do not like this 'YES WE CAN'.
I do not like this spending spree,
I'm smart, I know that nothing's free,
I do not like your smug replies,
when I complain about your lies.
I do not like this kind of hope.
I do not like it. nope, nope, nope!


Pass it on.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Aw, Darn

No more Hitler parodies on YouTube.

Of course, some wit is sure to post a Hitler learns that no more Hitler parodies will be allowed on YouTube parody.

update: As I expected.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Native Americans Appalled At Sweat Lodge Deaths

Story.

On the other hand, former vice-President Dick Cheney has contacted the organization, asking about the possible use of the sweat lodge as an "enhanced interrogation technique," possibly to be called the Bamboo Steamer Treatment.

Developing...

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Take A Literary Classic, Change a Few Words...

...stir a bit, and maybe you have something humorous.

Jonathan Harker's Journal.

May 4--I found that my landlord had got a letter from the Count, directing him to secure the best place on the coach for me; but on making inquiries as to details he seemed somewhat reticent, and pretended that he could not understand my German.

This could not be true, because up to then he had understood it perfectly; at least, he answered my questions exactly as if he did.

He and his wife, the old lady who had received me, looked at each other in a frightened sort of way. He mumbled out that the money had been sent in a letter,and that was all he knew. When I asked him if he knew Count Dracula, and could tell me anything of his castle, both he and his wife crossed themselves, and, saying that they knew nothing at all, simply refused to speak further. It was so near the time of starting that I had no time to ask anyone else, for it was all very mysterious and not by any means comforting.

Just before I was leaving, the old lady came up to my room and said in a hysterical way: "Must you go? Oh! Young Herr, must you go?" She was in such an excited state that she seemed to have lost her grip of what German she knew, and mixed it all up with some other language which I did not know at all. I was just able to follow her by asking many questions. When I told her that I must go at once, and that I was engaged on important business, she asked again:

"Do you know what day it is?" I answered that it was the sixteenth of November. She shook her head as she said again:

"Oh, yes! I know that! I know that, but do you know what day it is?"

On my saying that I did not understand, she went on:

"It is the eve of Santa Gertrudis's Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the cows in the world will have full sway? Do you know where you are going, and what you are going to?" She was in such evident distress that I tried to comfort her, but without effect. Finally, she went down on her knees and implored me not to go; at least to wait a day or two before starting.

It was all very ridiculous but I did not feel comfortable. However, there was business to be done, and I could allow nothing to interfere with it.

I tried to raise her up, and said, as gravely as I could, that I thanked her, but my duty was imperative, and that I must go.

She then rose and dried her eyes, and taking a crucifix from her neck offered it to me.

I did not know what to do, for, as an English Churchman, I have been taught to regard such things as in some measure idolatrous, and yet it seemed so ungracious to refuse an old lady meaning so well and in such a state of mind.

She saw, I suppose, the doubt in my face, for she put the rosary round my neck and said, "For your mother's sake," and went out of the room.



Most of you should be able to indentify the novel referenced. Hope you enjoyed the parody.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Give That Monkey A Twinkie!

Reggie the spider monkey is back with his owners, the Liebel Family Circus, after 6 weeks on his own in central Florida.

Reggie was found hanging upside-down from a tree in a trailer park. He was lured down with Twinkies, potato chips and Coca-Cola.

Reggie apparently is addicted to meth and is dating a mother and her daughter in the trailer park. He is scheduled to be on the Jerry Springer show next month.

Ok, I made up that last paragraph. Sue me.