John Cusack trades in his trenchcoat and boombox for a tinfoil hat and words like “disastrous, free-market Utopian enterprise.”

House to investigate defense contract to firm that shipped Chinese-made ammo to Afghanistan

[T]he Pentagon gave an inexperienced 22-year-old a $300 million contract to provide ammunition to Afghanistan. The shady deal resulted in decades old, substandard munitions being delivered to US and Afghan troops fighting on the front lines of the war on terror.
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On his MySpace page, Diveroli claims that “problems in high school” forced him to work through most of his teenage years, but that “of course im (sic) a super nice guy!!!”

Any time you’re describing a person using the words “a $300 million contract to provide ammunition to Afghanistan” and “on his MySpace page” in the same breath, you know something has gone very, very wrong.

Disabled pregnant woman used as target practice

Dorothy Dixon ate what she could forage from the refrigerator upstairs, where housemates used her for target practice with BBs, burned her with a glue gun and doused her with scalding liquid that peeled away her skin.

They torched what few clothes she had, so she walked around naked. They often pummeled her with an aluminum bat or metal handle.

Dixon — six months pregnant — died after weeks of abuse.

Dear Heartless Motherfuckers,

Looking forward to ass-raping you with a rusty, red-hot chainsaw. See ya soon!

- Satan

P.S. I will also punch you in the face.

For anyone who’s still paying attention, you may have noticed that my rate of posting on this blog has dropped just a wee bit.

When I launched this site back in November 2003, I mainly used it as a place to toss interesting links I’d found, usually with a snarky comment or two. As time went on, my posts got longer and longer. Unfortunately, my rate of posting dropped accordingly. I went from post 5 times an hour, to 5 times a week, to 5 times a month, to 5 times a year.

Since I rarely have time nowadays to write the long posts full of trenchant sarcasm and brilliant wit for which I have become world renowned, I have decided to start rocking it old-school style. I’m going back to my roots: short, punchy posts with lightning flashes of blinding insight, punctuated with the occasional link to Brazilian fart porn.

Now, whenever I have a brilliant thought (about every 8.4 seconds, at last count), I’m going to blast it to Twitter. Why? Because I firmly believe that, in today’s culture, anything worth saying can be said in 140 characters or less.

This is the wave of the future, people. Soon you’ll see all political and intellectual discourse in America parsed this way. A 90-minute State Of The Union address? Bah! Wait until the MySpace generation elects their president.

u.s. all good. econ rox. trrsts r bad. u.s. ftw! lol. kthxbai.

*applause*

If you want to follow me on Twitter, check out http://www.twitter.com/hategun.

UPDATE: Signed up for Tumblr too. It’s like Twitter for people who hate the lowercase “e”. http://hategun.tumblr.com/