Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader was watching Dr. Strangelove on his computer over the weekend. It is one of his favourite films. So in a strange moment of serendipity he noticed this piece by James Earl Jones in the Wall Street Journal today which notes that Dr. Strangelove is 40 years old this year. Click though and read some of Jones’ remembrances of the making of the film.

Excursus: Your Maximum Leader has met James Earl Jones. In fact, your Maximum Leader has shared part of a meal with James Earl Jones. He is a big man, in every sense of the word. He is physically large. But he has a gravitas which fills a space. And there is a hypnotic quality to his voice that doesn’t fully come through in film or audio recording. And one more thing, James Earl Jones could really put away the fried chicken - the main entree during the meal we shared.

Carry on.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader has been engaged in other matters today and hasn’t had enough time to blog about the myriad ideas cascading like rivulets through his creased brain. But he does want to take a moment to ask an open question to his good Poet Laureate who, in ever so timely a fashion, is piling on Bill Bennett.

Now we can all accept as read that Bennett has admitted to losing lots of money in casinos in Vegas and Atlantic City. Also, we can accept as read that he has been a constant advocate of traditional values in America and is the author of best-selling books on that subject. But your Maximum Leader doesn’t really see the hypocrisy in Bennetts actions. Bennett’s gambling losses did not take required financial resources from his family. No financial responsibility that Bennett had went unattended. He had large sums of money available, and wasted them.

While your Maximum Leader will agree that is not admirable, he doesn’t think it runs to the immoral. Bennett was engaging in a legal activity with disposable funds. And it is important to note that Bennett hasn’t, to your Maximum Leader’s knowledge, in any of his books or public pronouncements made any statement on the immorality of gambling.

Your Maximum Leader would completely agree with the Big Hominid if Bennett had been railing gainst gambling for years (or even once or twice) in public while secretly partaking of the forbidden fruit. If this were the case, then he would be no better than a Jim Bakker type of charlatan. But it is not the case. Or if Bennett’s gambling had caused his family to suffer financially as a result of his losses that would be a moral failing. But again this is not the case.

Your Maximum Leader feels that Bill Bennett is perfectly qualified, and remains qualified, to speak on behalf of moral issues in America. If your Maximum Leader remembers an interview with Bennett when all this was first news he admitted that he set a bad example in this area, especially for people who didn’t have the resources to lose. But is the Big Hominid contending that in order to be qualified to speak on moral issues one must be completely without fault?

Carry on.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader is disappointed in the United States Supreme Court. They have no problem jumping into political questions like elections. But they don’t have the guts to hear a case about an Oklahoma constitutional ban on cockfighting. Surely there are no more important issue facing our great republic than the banning (by referendum no less) of animal blood sports! Your Maximum Leader respectfully request that the Supreme Court re-examine its refusal to hear this humble petition brought forth by blood-lusty Okies.

Humm… Sadie is in Oklahoma isn’t she? She’s lusty. Your Maximum Leader has never picked up on her having a blood-lust though. (Perhaps she’d not mind a little scratch now and then in the midst of “fun.”) Your Maximum Leader wonders how stands Sadie on the issue of poultry blood sports?

Carry on.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader notes that he’s been disappointed that with all of our technical expertise, innovation, and economic might the US hasn’t been able to build a jet that could break the 7000 miles per hour mark.

Oh! Your Maximum Leader may have spoken too soon. NASA Jet Will Try to Go 7,000 Mph

Your Maximum Leader hopes the barrier is broken. Bravo to the outstanding men and women of NASA.

Carry on.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader was over on Blimpish’s site today and decided to try his hand at a Rum & Monkey quiz.

Your Maximum Leader is: an irredeemabl eejitous, conservative, tight as fuck, relatively well adjusted human being!
See how compatible you are with me!
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey

That makes your Maximum Leader 75% compatible with Blimpish.

All in all, not bad.

Carry on.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader knows that sometimes life gets his minions down. Need a lift o minionly one? Go now and read Jeff’s latest.

Carry on.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader was directed to a fascinating article in the Telegraph entitled “There was never any need for the NHS to begin with.” Very interesting piece. Many thanks to the Cranky Professor.

Carry on.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader has some non-sequitor blogging he’d like to get done. If you aren’t in the mood, well just sit there and read because this is your Maximum Leader blogging.

As many of you know, your Maximum Leader doesn’t obsess over site traffic or referral stuff. But, from time to time it makes him happy to mention that there are more and more minions out there every month. According to the good techs at your Maximum Leader’s hosting company (Superb.net - great guys, they are highly recommended by your Maximum Leader) in October 2004 this site received 7122 unique visitors. Wow. We’re also averaging about 275 unique visits a day. Double wow. Who’da thunk it? Certainly not your Maximum Leader when he started blogging…

And speaking of interesting site server items…

Two visitors have found their way to Nakedvillainy via a the search term “how fucking much is an F-150 camper top?”

That was a new one to your Maximum Leader. He’s seen the “Jennifer Love Hewitt Naked Photos” or “Naked Jaime Pressly Photos” or the “naked gay” links before. But never an inquiry concerning a camper top for a Ford F-150. Except for the Smallholder, your Maximum Leader doesn’t know anyone who owns an F-150. He knows one feller who owns an F-350. Most of the truck owners your Maximum Leader knows are Chevy Silverado guys/gals. If your Maximum Leader owned a real pickup truck, he suspects it would be a Chevy Silverado SS. But as it stands the only Chevy at the Villainschloss is Mrs. Villain’s Suburan.

At this point, you minions are scratching your heads/chins/other body parts wondering. You’re wondering, “Is this it? If so, our Maximum Leader has gotten pretty friggin lame.”

Rest assured dear minions, your Maximum Leader is just lame-o blogging today. If you think this is bad, you should have read the two or three other posts that he deleted…

Moving along…

Your Maximum Leader wants to ask what is the appeal of Glamour Shots? Does Glamour Shots even exist anymore?

Google to the rescue… Obviously they do as they still have a website.

Your Maximum Leader asks this rhetorical question because today he was walking through the garage of the dealership at which he purchased the Villainmobile. (He was there to inspect some work being done on the Villainmobile.) While moving through the repair bays filled with cars he noticed a “Glamour Shot.” The offending “Glamour Shot” was affixed to the lid of a mechanic’s tool box. Now, your Maximum Leader - having a keen sense of observation, and the obvious - noticed that the mechanic in question was a husky man of about 55 years of age. The woman in the photo was the equal of the mechanic in age and proportion.

And the woman in the photo was tarted up like a $2 whore during “Fleet Week” in New York City circa 1938.

She looked nothing like any of the people displayed on the Glamour Shots website.

The first thing that crossed your Maximum Leader’s mind was, “Thank heavens that is not your Maximum Leader’s regular mechanic. Having that photo in plain sight would cause us to have to sever our professional relationship.”

The second thing that crossed your Maximum Leader’s mind was the great unanswerable question. Do the unattractive believe that sequins, soft light, a hazy filter, and too much makeup will really make them look “glamourous?” Your Maximum Leader realizes that at best he is remarkably average looking. No amount of work or artistry on the part of a photographer will change that. So why does the herd continue to enrich these franchises in exchange for atrocious photos?

Your Maximum Leader cannot figure it out.

But rest assured, if it keeps the herd docile; the practice will continue in the Mike World Order.

Carry on.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader, as you have guessed, stopped reading Andrew Sullivan’s blog a while ago. He was just too shrill on the gay marriage issue for your Maximum Leader. Well, your Maximum Leader wouldn’t have given Sully a thought had it not been for this post over on the Wunderkinder blog.

Did your Maximum Leader read that correctly? Sullivan becoming understanding of some people who might oppose gay marriage!

Well it seems as though Sully is making a start to try and see that some people have an opinion different from his.

As your Maximum Leader has said before, it has been almost impossible to have a clear-headed conversation with a real advocate of gay marriage. They were too fanatical. It seems as though the outcome of the election has caused some fanatics to become less so.

It is a start.

Carry on.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader hasn’t read Andi’s blog as religiously as he should. (Pun unintentional.) But he was quite capitvated by her latest post concerning her pilgrimage to Sarnath. You’ll have to click through and scroll down to Sunday, October 31, 2004: Sarnath: Do the Hokey-Pokey!

Your Maximum Leader highly commends it to his minions.

Carry on.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader is pleased to announce that Scot Peterson has been found guilty of first degree murder.

Your Maximum Leader hopes he is fried.

Extra crispy.

Carry on.
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Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader sees that stories are appearing on the news wires that seem to show that the format of Election Day exit polling influenced the result of those polls.

Really? Stop the insanity. So, lets see if your Maximum Leader reads this correctly. If a poll didn’t provide “moral values” as a choice in a list of topics, the poll would show that Iraq and the Economy were the leading factors behind a person casting their vote. If “moral values” were included in a list of motivating factors, then it rose in promenence.

Humm… Your Maximum Leader thought it was almost always best to ask open ended questions in a poll. Obviously not when you are conducting exit polls.

Carry on.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader has decided that this week’s Friday Villainy selection will be keeping with the spirit of last week’s selection. Your Maximum Leader presents the newest contribution to worm food in Ramallah (also the latest resident of the burning rivers of feces in hell) - Yassir Arafat.

Your Maximum Leader would post a photo, but two photos of Arafat on this website in one week is just too much for your Maximum Leader to handle (and still digest his food properly).

If you haven’t read enough about Arafat allow your Maximum Leader to pass on some fine links:

Tom Gross on Media & Yasser Arafat on National Review Online.

Andrew McCarthy on Arafat, also on NRO.

Washington Post Coverage of Arafat’s Burial.

The Times of India’s coverage of the hidden Arafat billions.

There are more, but your Maximum Leader grows weary of spending so much effort on a man worthy of so little… Did you Maximum Leader mention that since Arafat won the Nobel Peace Prize your Maximum Leader hasn’t cared who won it? It is a worthless trinket given to the ignominious by the sanctimonious.

Carry on.

UPDATE: Your Maximum Leader decided that he ought to add some comments by various bloggers to this post…

Read Skippy’s take. Excellent and insightful as always. Damn him.

Dr. Rusty speculates on the cause of death.

Your Maximum Leader thinks that the Tall Dog asessment of Arafat as a “murdering, blood-soaked, cocksucker” is charitable.

And because it is worth it. Your Maximum Leader will repeat his link to the wonderful Iowahawk post on Uses for a Dead Nobel Laureate.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader is a shareholder in the Norfolk Southern Corporation. Why? Because he loves railroads. (He also likes diversity in his stock portfolio and thinks it is wise to own some transportation stocks - even if high fuel costs are currently a bugbear for the industry.)

And why then, you may ask, is your Maximum Leader weeping? And how does his weeping relate to Norfolk Southern?

He weeps over 20,00 gallons of spilt beer. Out in Southwest Virginia (where the Norfolk Southern train transporting the beer apparently derailed) there are thousands of college students and NASCAR dads wailing.

Cary on.

Greetings, loyal minions. Has your Maximum Leader ever told you that his devilish little fingers quiver in anticipation once a day when he goes to click on his link to the Hatemongers Quarterly? He always looks forward to the once-a-day fun the crack young staff cranks out.

Today’s HMQ is particularly delicious. Like the crack young staff, your Maximum Leader does really miss the “You Make the Call” commercials on TV. They were brilliant. But you know how advertising is. All advertising gimmicks (except sex) go out of style sooner or later. That said, go and read You Make the Call - HMQ Edition.

This contest is wonderful! Who would you hire? Your Maximum Leader votes for: Dr. Jose de Jesus. He is the obvious choice in fact. Why? Allow your Maximum Leader to ennumerate his reasons:

1) de Jesus is hispanic. Bring a little more diversity to your deparment - which is likely filled with WASPy men and women anyway.
2) de Jesus is from a “less prestigious school.” Your university is prestigious already. This will be your institutional opportunity to show that your department can play Henry Higgins to de Jesus’ Eliza Doolittle. You can “reach down” to a “less fortunate” academic and raise them up to the lofty Olympus that is your Department.
3) No department can ever have enough scholars qualified to teach on Gay and Lesbian issues; as Dr. de Jesus’ dissertation shows he is obviously well equiped to do.
4) He’s got a regular column in a non-academic journal. As the circulation of “Latin Dog Fancy” surely exceeds the circulation of any academic journal, he will likely give good press to your department and institution. Thereby making him a critical recruiting tool among the Latino community nationally.
5) Your department needs someone to clean up the conference room after Departmental Meetings. You assume de Jesus has experience.

Well there you have it loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader’s take on the contest. What fun this has been.

Carry on.