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Law and Order SVU Jumps the Shark: Mashes up Paula Deen with Trayvon Martin!
Drudge Report links this UK Mail article on the latest from that show ripped from the headlines...
This is going to be totally unbelievable. No one is going to buy that the actress playing Assistant Attorney General Alexandra Cabot is Disgraced Prosecutor Angela Corey?
Hey given all these racially motivated attacks lately that the lamestream media is mostly ignoring, if Barack Obama had a son would he look like Chris Lane? Or maybe Obama's son would be more like this?
Update:
More from Protein Wisdom
Rule 5 Monday August 19 courtesy of Wombat!
Proof's Web Linkaround!
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| I also bet they don't mention that the real life Paula Deen was a Democrat or Obama supporter... And George Zimmerman was a Democrat and Obama supporter too... |
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| ADA Alexandra Cabot from L&O SVU |
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| Disgraced Prosecutor Angela Corey |
Hey given all these racially motivated attacks lately that the lamestream media is mostly ignoring, if Barack Obama had a son would he look like Chris Lane? Or maybe Obama's son would be more like this?
Update:
More from Protein Wisdom
Rule 5 Monday August 19 courtesy of Wombat!
Proof's Web Linkaround!
Monday, July 1, 2013
Professor Bainbridge: The night I got some Paula Deen pie...
Given Professor Bainbridge's recent foray into alternative history (via TOM), it only made sense to finally publish this old forum letter (never sent) that he drafted some time ago. Don't ask me how I got it, let's just say the NSA has its ways...
Update:
TOM: By God, @SarahPalinUSA is right!
Dear Penthouse Forum:
I had a amazing synergistic joining of wine, food and love that I need to share with you. I was at the Lady & Sons restaurant, enjoying a Copperridge White Zinfandel when I noticed an attractive platinum blond women in the restaurant. As you can see from my photograph above, I am a burly manly man who attracts and often enjoys the companionship of good looking women. I could feel this woman's eyes going up and down my ample frame like maple glaze over a Smithfield ham. It made me strangely uncomfortable, but in a good way, like those fiery truck stop Jalapeno poppers on the tongue.
Normally I have complete confidence with the ladies, but I found myself nervous in approaching this Venus. Fortunately I had enough Copperridge and several shots of Goldschläger to introduce myself. It turned out, thank goodness, that she was alone. She asked if I would like to join her? She introduced herself as Paula. Paula looked to be in sixties, but could easily pass for late fifties. She had white blond hair and a thick Southern accident. I found myself wondering if she was a real blond Southerner. I say that because sometimes I like to affect a Trans Atlantic British accent with my students, but I digress.
We found a quite corner of the restaurant. I ordered a bottle of Beringer White Zinfandel and (ordering off the menu as I am apt to do) an appetizer of mini corn dogs and a side of mayonnaise as a dipping sauce. She said she admired by pairing abilities. We spoke of politics for a bit. She mentioned she was a Democrat and Obama supporter. I told her I was a Republican, but one of the good ones. I winked at her, not in a false Sarah Palin way, but as someone who knows how to wink at a lady. I may have closed both my eyes (I tend to do that) and wrinkled my nose. She said I reminded her of her of her pet pug and signaled her acceptance of me when she casually touched my arm. Before long Paula took off her shoes and began rubbing my inner thighs with her bare feet. She must have been a contortionist with the way she worked those toes. I wasn't sure I could make it through the bottle of wine, I wanted this woman so much, but I was not going to miss those corn dogs.
After some more drinks and food we eventually made it back to her home. Paula left me to open another bottle of wine, which Sweet Lord Bacchus was a Sutter Home White Zin! This woman was the sommelier of my dreams! When she returned she was wearing just a kitchen apron. She looked delicious! I couldn't believe my luck. I held her ample warm body against mine while we kissed. She said she could smell the corn dogs on me and it was making her hot. That made me hot. In a passionate embrace we made our way to the kitchen.
I watched her 2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour, 1/4 teaspoon fine salt, 3 tablespoons granulated white sugar, 1/4 cup Crisco, cold, 12 tablespoons butter, cold and cubed. 1/4 cup to 1/2 cup ice water. In a large mixing bowl, I watched her sift together the flour, salt and sugar. Paula then added the shortening and broke it up with her hands coat it all up with the flour. My excitement built as I watched her work her fingers through the ingredients. She then added the cold butter cubes and worked them into the flour with her hands. She worked it quickly, keeping the butter hard (was it ever), until the mixture was crumbly, like very coarse cornmeal. Paula then added the ice water, a little at a time, until the mixture came together forming a dough. Paula then brought the dough together into a ball. I thought I would pass out from the thrill of watching her work that dough, thinking of her subtle fingers working my ample inner thighs like she did with her toes back at the restaurant.
Paula then divided the dough in half and flatten it slightly to form a disk shape. She wrap each disk in plastic and chilled them in the refrigerator. She then joined me on the love seat, which was actually a full sized couch but very cozy for the two of us. As we finished off the Sutter Home, she let me lick the butter and Crisco from her fingers. She spoke of trans-fats and Sarbanes-Oxley. At that moment, I have never been so happy.
She then excused herself to go finish the pie, saying the dough had rested enough. I opened another bottle of Sutter Home and watched her contently from the couch, working her magic...
I do not remember what happened next. All I know is I woke up on the couch that morning. My clothes where scattered around the room along with various kitchen tools and about a dozen empty bottles of Mike's Hard Lemonade. I had a terrible headache. Paula was gone. I went into the bathroom and looking in the mirror I saw my face was glazed like a Krispykreme doughnut. My ample frame was slick with butter, Crisco and flour. From the bruises on my buttocks, I could tell she had used the spatula on me. Did I tell her about the buggery and hazing at boarding school? I vaguely remember her mentioning pony play. Whatev, I must have been naughty. There were chunks of pie crust and peach filling in my beard, mustache, and soul patch and when I licked them they tasted divine. I went out to the kitchen and the note on the counter said could I please let myself out and never call her again.
Update:
TOM: By God, @SarahPalinUSA is right!
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| Sybariate Playah Professor Bainbridge |
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| Buttery temptress Paula Deen |
Dear Penthouse Forum:
I had a amazing synergistic joining of wine, food and love that I need to share with you. I was at the Lady & Sons restaurant, enjoying a Copperridge White Zinfandel when I noticed an attractive platinum blond women in the restaurant. As you can see from my photograph above, I am a burly manly man who attracts and often enjoys the companionship of good looking women. I could feel this woman's eyes going up and down my ample frame like maple glaze over a Smithfield ham. It made me strangely uncomfortable, but in a good way, like those fiery truck stop Jalapeno poppers on the tongue.
Normally I have complete confidence with the ladies, but I found myself nervous in approaching this Venus. Fortunately I had enough Copperridge and several shots of Goldschläger to introduce myself. It turned out, thank goodness, that she was alone. She asked if I would like to join her? She introduced herself as Paula. Paula looked to be in sixties, but could easily pass for late fifties. She had white blond hair and a thick Southern accident. I found myself wondering if she was a real blond Southerner. I say that because sometimes I like to affect a Trans Atlantic British accent with my students, but I digress.
We found a quite corner of the restaurant. I ordered a bottle of Beringer White Zinfandel and (ordering off the menu as I am apt to do) an appetizer of mini corn dogs and a side of mayonnaise as a dipping sauce. She said she admired by pairing abilities. We spoke of politics for a bit. She mentioned she was a Democrat and Obama supporter. I told her I was a Republican, but one of the good ones. I winked at her, not in a false Sarah Palin way, but as someone who knows how to wink at a lady. I may have closed both my eyes (I tend to do that) and wrinkled my nose. She said I reminded her of her of her pet pug and signaled her acceptance of me when she casually touched my arm. Before long Paula took off her shoes and began rubbing my inner thighs with her bare feet. She must have been a contortionist with the way she worked those toes. I wasn't sure I could make it through the bottle of wine, I wanted this woman so much, but I was not going to miss those corn dogs.
After some more drinks and food we eventually made it back to her home. Paula left me to open another bottle of wine, which Sweet Lord Bacchus was a Sutter Home White Zin! This woman was the sommelier of my dreams! When she returned she was wearing just a kitchen apron. She looked delicious! I couldn't believe my luck. I held her ample warm body against mine while we kissed. She said she could smell the corn dogs on me and it was making her hot. That made me hot. In a passionate embrace we made our way to the kitchen.
I watched her 2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour, 1/4 teaspoon fine salt, 3 tablespoons granulated white sugar, 1/4 cup Crisco, cold, 12 tablespoons butter, cold and cubed. 1/4 cup to 1/2 cup ice water. In a large mixing bowl, I watched her sift together the flour, salt and sugar. Paula then added the shortening and broke it up with her hands coat it all up with the flour. My excitement built as I watched her work her fingers through the ingredients. She then added the cold butter cubes and worked them into the flour with her hands. She worked it quickly, keeping the butter hard (was it ever), until the mixture was crumbly, like very coarse cornmeal. Paula then added the ice water, a little at a time, until the mixture came together forming a dough. Paula then brought the dough together into a ball. I thought I would pass out from the thrill of watching her work that dough, thinking of her subtle fingers working my ample inner thighs like she did with her toes back at the restaurant.
Paula then divided the dough in half and flatten it slightly to form a disk shape. She wrap each disk in plastic and chilled them in the refrigerator. She then joined me on the love seat, which was actually a full sized couch but very cozy for the two of us. As we finished off the Sutter Home, she let me lick the butter and Crisco from her fingers. She spoke of trans-fats and Sarbanes-Oxley. At that moment, I have never been so happy.
She then excused herself to go finish the pie, saying the dough had rested enough. I opened another bottle of Sutter Home and watched her contently from the couch, working her magic...
I do not remember what happened next. All I know is I woke up on the couch that morning. My clothes where scattered around the room along with various kitchen tools and about a dozen empty bottles of Mike's Hard Lemonade. I had a terrible headache. Paula was gone. I went into the bathroom and looking in the mirror I saw my face was glazed like a Krispykreme doughnut. My ample frame was slick with butter, Crisco and flour. From the bruises on my buttocks, I could tell she had used the spatula on me. Did I tell her about the buggery and hazing at boarding school? I vaguely remember her mentioning pony play. Whatev, I must have been naughty. There were chunks of pie crust and peach filling in my beard, mustache, and soul patch and when I licked them they tasted divine. I went out to the kitchen and the note on the counter said could I please let myself out and never call her again.
I dream of her. I saved the note and it is one of my prized possessions. I had it laminated. I admire it often when I am alone.
@ProfBainbridge and you would know! http://t.co/2lypopJnWN @HarrietBaldwin @rsmccainPaula Deen moves to dismiss lawsuit based on SCOTUS Prop 8 decision?
— Evi L. Bloggerlady (@MsEBL) July 1, 2013
Paula Deen should be fired from the Food Network not for racism but for this...
And yes, Alec Baldwin remains a douchebag...
Um... RT @HuffingtonPost: Paula Deen offered six-figure deal by porn company http://t.co/9bvJsH9LIw pic.twitter.com/CsrlV4TmB4American Power on RedState and Sarah Palin
— Tammy Bruce (@HeyTammyBruce) July 3, 2013
TOM: Last week's Rule 5 summary
TOM/Smity: Rare bird killed by giant Turbine; Professor Bainbridge: Mmmmm, bird baked in pie, I will be in my bunk!
Friday, June 28, 2013
God Hates Taylor Swift? Maybe because she is a member of Club Crazy*
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| Did the Westboro Baptist Church jump the |
They are all Democrats* And with the exception of Zimmerman, all nut jobs. And while she has not declared her party affiliation, I would bet Kaitlyn Hunt Smith is a Democrat too.
Oh by the way: Taylor Swift supported Barack Obama for President, loves Michelle Obama, and she did get screwed by a Kennedy in Hyannis Port. But Taylor made out well in the end on that one.
Update:
Why does #AlecBaldwin get a pass when he uses gay slurs? If a conservative talked of beating up a "queen" they would be vilified.Alec Baldwin has anger management problems
— Anderson Cooper (@andersoncooper) June 28, 2013
Rule 5 Sunday Taylor Smith we hardly knew ye...
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Paula Deen Nude Rule 5 Insane Democrat Edition
With all the Paula Deen controversy over the last few days...
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| This is a very disturbed Rule 5... |
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This may be worse. |
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| How can Paula Deen be racist, she voted for Obama and rides Snoop Dog like a pony? Oh wait, that makes her more likely to be racist... Update: More from Viral Read |
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| Seeing this would make you give up drinking... |
Friday, June 21, 2013
Paula Deen should have been fired from the Food Network years ago... Update: Paula Deen also a Democrat/Obama supporter.
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| What sort of recipe is that? That alone is a firing offense. |
Update: Paula Deen Nude...oh my.
As far as Paula Deen's racism, this deposition is hardly a smoking gun, but...
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| The Butter Queen (she is not that skinny) |
Update: More from Viral Read
But Paula Deen is an idiot. She either has incompetent lawyers or she is not listening to them (I suspect the latter in that deposition). And she should have taken control of this public relations matter and not let it spin out of control. I am not surprised the Food Network decided not to renew her. But I would have fired her years ago for the recipe above.
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| Paula, where is that hand going? |
Yo dumbshits saying #PaulaDeen should join the ranks of the GOP, too late asswipes, she votes DEMOCRAT. So suck it lame-brains.
— LilMissAmerican (@LilMissRightie) June 21, 2013
Here's hoping Guy Fieri says something racist and gets sent to the Phantom ZoneDamn Dirty RINO was never a Paula Deen fan but...
— Christopher Cooper (@ARTofCOOP) June 21, 2013
Peter Attia: What if we are wrong about diabetes? Maybe Paula Deen is a victim, not a cause...
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Happy Fat Tuesday! With some helpful comments about Paula Deen from Anthony Bourdain
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| King Cake |
And, talking about the Food Network and fat, how about some helpful general criticism from Anthony Bourdain:
"When your signature dish is hamburger in between a doughnut, and you've been cheerfully selling this stuff knowing all along that you've got Type 2 Diabetes... It's in bad taste if nothing else," "She revels in unholy connections with evil corporations and she's proud of the fact that her food is f---ing bad for you. If I were on at seven at night and loved by millions of people at every age, I would think twice before telling an already obese nation that it's OK to eat food that is killing us. Plus, her food sucks."Paula Deen's English peas recipe.
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