A-Rod's Epiphany - YPY

Dang. I threw it all away for half-century old Kabalah twat.
Ain't that 'bout a burnt biscuit.
Alex Rodriguez

Tell Us How you Really Feel, Mr President - FB

Down with Jews, towel heads, CNN, the gays, Michael Moore, women, Al Gore, France, reason, Kanye, California, alternative energy, Katrina, peace, John Stewart, privacy, the popular vote, the manatees, the Euro, Saddam, global warming, a woman's right to choose, Allah, the internets, and Niggras.

The Airbrush Used To Create "Clothing": Proof That The Debaucherous Dark Lord Satan Himself Attended The 2008 ESPY Awards - WC

Once, when asked by Stuttering John, in an ambush interview for The Howard Stern Show if he liked White women, the prophet The Honorable David Allen Greer responded: "I feel that the best way to get to know the devil is by f*cking his woman."


Even though the model on the far right looks a lot like an extra-terrestrial, we (I), at Haterade On Ice, still love White chicks in body paint.

There isn't really much more to report here.

White chicks. Body paint. Yay.

Dear New Yorker, It's Stupid To Be Too Smart - BH/DJD/IHWTH

Personally, I don't have a problem with The New Yorker's controversial cover illustration of Barrack Hussein, our nation's future 44th president, dressed in typical Islamic fashion. Similarly, I don't have a problem with the depiction of Michelle Obama, looking like a gun-toting militant version of Helen Willis from The Jeffersons.

I have a freaking problem with the fact that it seems most Americans are so stupid, that they don't realize that The New Yorker is calling them STUPID!

The danger lies in the sad fact that, at a time when an alarmingly large segment of our population seems to think that Barrack is part of some Islamic fundamentalist sleeper cell, a satirical piece such as this one will only serve to validate the beliefs of all the back-assward hillbillies that take every word on Fox News as the gospel.

The New Yorker is written BY smart people FOR other smart people. Hillbilly tards should refrain from even trying to fathom any of the content whatsoever found inside (that includes on the cover) of this award-winning publication.

And so, you f*cking geniuses, it is with great sadness that I issue this plea to The New Yorker:

Dear New Yorker,

Please dumb it the f*ck down or your liberal asses are going to see a 286 year old Republican (who, incidentally, shot down Martin Luther The King day in much the same way that his ass was shot down over Vietnam) elected.

Love,
Haterade On Ice

It's Official: Tards Like Turtles - CYT

From the first frame of this video, you can tell that this f*cker is off balance.

All I know is if this little Slingblade wielding tard shows up at my door on Halloween, I'm spraying him with a fire extinguisher and calling the authorities.

Big Up to my best friend Ike at Dirty N The Beest for this one.

I Hate M. Night Shama-rama-lama-ding-dong

By all accounts, M. Night's 15 minutes of fame just ticked past the 14 minute, 58 second mark.

Shama-whatever-the-hell has just signed on to direct something called The Last Airbender.

Sounds like the nail in the coffin of what looked, at one time, to be the career of a promising filmmaker.

A New Group Will Play "Where's Steve 'Waldo' Fossett?" - WWPHTMM

This is perhaps the best example of what can happen when White people make entirely too much money and get bored with life.


"Adventurist" Steve Fossett made his billions trading soybean futures, so of course it makes perfect sense that he'd make the leap to adventure aviation. Right?

We all remember when this fruitcake went missing last year after his small aircraft went off the grid somewhere over the Nevada wilderness. Search planes cris-crossed some of the most forbidding terrain in the country for weeks in hopes that Fossett would be found. I'm not sure exactly how long the searching went on because, at some point, I stopped caring enough to follow the coverage on CNN -- but the point is they never found Steve or his borrowed aircraft.

Well, friends and neighbors, it seems a 10-member team of elite athletes and expert mountaineers will soon take a crack at finding Waldo -- they'll all be paying their own way. I don't know about you, but I'd probably be kind of pissed if I found out that even more taxpayer money was being thrown at finding a guy who fully knew the risks involved in enjoying his chosen avocation.

There will be an update if and when the latest search team turns up anything. I'm sure you all are holding your collective breath.

Big Up - Amelia Earhart