Category: Pulp Fiction

This isn’t exactly like sending the Wolf. . .

After a few days of playing grabass with volleyball players and holding flags the wrong way at the Olympics, Bush pulls his head out and takes strong decisive action:

President Bush escalated the American response Wednesday to Russian military action in Georgia, ordering a humanitarian aid effort and dispatching Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice to the stricken region

That’s great — flap your gums a little*, then send the same incompetent diplomat who, just a few weeks ago, somehow failed to convey the message to Saakashvili that sending Georgia’s army into Ossetia was a very bad idea.

That’s gotta be reassuring as hell to Mikheil Saakashvili. I can hear it all now:

George Bush: You ain’t got no problem, Mikheil. I’m on the motherfucker. Go back in there and chill them niggers out and wait for the Rice, who should be coming directly.

Mikheil Saakashvili: You sendin’ the Rice?

George Bush: Oh, you feel better, motherfucker?

Mikheil Saakashvili: Shit, yeah, negro. That’s all you had to say.

Or maybe not.

*Yet Bush’s statement, along with the moderate measures that came with it, served to underscore the limited options available to the United States, which has neither the wherewithal nor the willingness to enter into a military conflict with Russia on its territorial border.

Attention Donna Lethal!, Attention Donna Lethal! — Tera Patrick May Reprise Tura Satana

Tera

Dear Donna,

I just wanted you to know — if you didn’t already — that Quentin Tarantino is talking about a remake of your favorite (and mine) Faster, Pussycat, Kill! Kill!. And according to the New York Post his choice to reprise Tura Satana’s part is none other than Tera Patrick.

I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen a Tera Patrick movie (though I think I once had a copy of Leg Show with her in it, doing some kind of bondage/mistress pictorial.) But I do think it’s cool that the Q continues to channel his inner Roger Corman.

This is Ms. Satana:

Tura

… and Red All Over

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