And it is Mr. T.

Former The A-Team star Mr. T once stunned a sick child’s family by bringing him out of a coma - after doctors begged the actor for help.

The poorly kid fell unconscious in Detroit, Michigan in the mid-1980s - and the only physical movement he made was in response to hearing Mr. T’s name.

And still proving to the world they are not to be out done, Formula One racing chief Max Mosley has a fetish for Nazis.

At one point the wrinkled 67-year-old—who publicly likes to give the impression he has put his father’s evil legacy behind him—yells “she needs more of ze punishment!” while brandishing a LEATHER STRAP over a brunette’s naked bottom.

Then the lashes rain down as Mosley counts them out in German: “Eins! Zwei! Drei! Vier! Fünf! Sechs!”

I mean, really, who cares what boy-Mayor Ravenstahl and Dan “I’ll Tax You to Death” Onorato endorse.

Sen. Barack Obama emerged from Soldiers and Sailors with Franco Harris and Jerome Bettis and a color-challenged version of the Terrible Towel.

Hopefully Steeler Nation follows their wise footsteps.

Oh, Obama also received the endorsement of Senator Bob Casey, Jr.

Made by SA Goon Pelvidar, this is another excellent video which shows the motivations and successes of Anonymous - The video: Onward: The Road to March 15th

This video is finally ready for release. I have hosted it on Vimeo this time around, because they offer HD uploads for free. To view it in full quality, click the “FULL” icon on the screen, and then click the scaling button. Depending on how the scaling is set, it will either stretch to the full monitor size or not. Stretching to full monitor size looks nice on my screen.

I have mixed feelings about this video. The first one I created tried to capture the beginnings of this movement. That video was called “Road To February 10, 2008″, and was originally posted on DailyMotion (see it here: http://www.dailymotion.com/SA-Anonymous/video/7341208). It told a truly phenomenal story about the rise of Anonymous vs. Scientology. There was a lot of emotional energy to draw from.

This sequel, however, focuses more on “information”, and I don’t think it has the same emotional impact. Which is okay, I suppose, but I think it reduces the “epic win” nature of it. I hope some of you still find it bearable to sit through. Once again it is 15 minutes long… could be tough if you have A.D.D.

I do think it would be a useful tool to show those who don’t have a personal investment in Anonymous and simply want to know “why” concerns about Scientology are worth a second thought.

The video: http://www.vimeo.com/824772

If you are wondering about the music, in order, it is by these artists:

UpCDownC
I Hear Sirens
Mogwai
I Hear Sirens
Ton Gelissen

I could tell you the names of the songs, and someone else might, but personally, I’d prefer you go check these artists out yourselves and buy some of their music. They are all worth it.

Enjoy.  I enjoyed the audio of the Judges bitch-slapping the IRS.

The Pittsburgh Zoo announced today that Big Mo, a yellow-footed tortoise who was the zoo’s oldest resident, died Saturday.

Big Mo’s estimated age was over 70.

The Post-Gazette does not understand the term Ancient.  Morla was probably closer to 70,000 years old.

The Luck Dragon could not be reached for comment and was last reported seen headed toward the Southern Oracle.

Anyone know what happened to Motomock? This irreverent, yet insightful look into the nightlife of Pittsburgh will be sorely missed.  Where else will you see what truly crawls around the dredges of establishments that dare call themselves nightclubs.

The above image is unaltered.  I don’t agree with the text, but the pink makes it stand out a bit.  It even handily points out that the gentleman in the velvet pinstripe sport coat is available for mustache rides.  He even has the handlebar accessory kit which is normally sold separately.

The guy with the purple necktie:  What is that on his head?  My guess it has been crafted in the fires of Mordor with the feathers of dead pigeons.  PittGirl may be pleased and horrified and now awash in the land of confusion.

The sum up the rest of this… cartel… The man with the white necktie is the financier and arranges transportation.  The man with the long hair is the product tester; as you can tell, he is yakked up.  The man at the bottom-right, well, he can’t feel his face and what the photo fails to show are giant rails of blow.  The guy in top-middle, he’s one of those douchebags that randomly jumps into pictures.  He thought the guy with the long hair to the right was a girl and he’d get on that action.

The kid in the blue-striped shirt?  He’s the mule.  He currently has half a kilo of cocaine in his stomach.  They won’t let him out of their sight.  Not even to shower.

So goes it in clubland.  Of course if you want to find the bad little kiddies doing bad little things, Moto is not the place you’re looking for.

At least there will be one less douchebag in Pittsburgh.  Now, I hate all baseball equally, but I have a special hatred for Jaret Wright.  Goddamn I’m glad Wright has been released by the Pirates.  Like most sports figures or celebrities, a sense of entitlement usually isn’t far behind.  My friend who dated him back in the late 90s, found out somethings and had a chance to get even by taking his ALCS ring (or ALDS - I don’t know) and chuck it into Lake Erie.  I’ll never forgive her for not following through with that plan. I will say no more about this.

In a non-douchebag note:  I have received correspondence from Our friend and partial benefactor, John Nash.  I’m still decoding it, but it looks as if We may need to be on alert from Communist infiltration.

My Children,

We’ve lost another from Our Cause this week; one who knew she would never want for anything, constantly sought it elsewhere.  She has shamed Us in ways unfathomable in My eyes.  Under a mask of deceit, she claimed to seek out those who would benefit from Our Community and Cause.  Instead she sold herself and Our very Word, perverting it for god money.

The worst of it, that which she reaped from what she sowed, she did not share with Us, instead she chose to hide it.

I am… disappointed.  I hate when Caesar salads do not use romaine lettuce.  But that’s not why I am disappointed.

The act itself We must not be quick to condemn. The very Festivities that occur within The Campus rival those of Caligula himself.   We are fortunate in that regard.

She broke the quarantine We had at the Campus; therefore I am ordering that We be retested.  All results must be reported to Me personally.  Some may have to follow her into exile.  Those exiled will not be permitted to work in Our Nutcracker Suite at The Campus.

So it shall be written, so it shall be done.

Before this came into the public eye with the recent and more exposed version of Rickrollin’, I wanted Rick Astley to be played while opponents of the Steelers had the ball.  Rickrolling had already been on the internet for sometime and was an obscure “meme”. Since then, it’s become the unofficial theme song for the group that has no official members, Anonymous, in its quest against the dangerous cult known as Scientology.

It’s an anti-Scientology protest, and across the street, a dozen or so warmly dressed young people begin to dance and sing along, waving their picket signs in rhythm to the familiar tune.

In a rare interview, the British pop-star gives his view on the recent reprisal of his 1987 classic, Never Gonna Give You Up, and it’s appeal to the young and surreal.

This is what happens when you’re a moron and you watch Money Train one too many times. You start going after postal workers.

A U.S. postal carrier accosted by two men this morning on the Central North Side was shot in the hand after he refused their demand for money and ran off.

Except by money, they thought they could get their hands on social security checks. I doubt they’ve heard of direct deposit.

Our “wise” governor wants to borrow $240 million to repair Pennsylvania roads. Why would he have to borrow that entire amount? Wasn’t it recently revealed that PA had a quite a surplus stashed away? I’m not saying put all of it toward repairing the infrastructure. Some of that surplus has to be retained to buy votes; fall between the cracks; accounting “errors” and to pay for prostitutes.

I’ve recently learned of one they could hire out of SWPA. But, they should be warned: The CDC should have a label for such humans which said, “Warning! Goods Tainted” or “You are entering a Souvenir Shop” or “A De-militarized zone should exist (as in a condom, you moron) for entering this region”. In fact, I recommend you wear a HAZMAT suit.

For Alexendra Dupre, however, her label would read: “Joe Francis was here but I got a bus ticket home”. A bus ticket? Jesus, you think you could at least buy her a plane ticket instead. Classy.

This week has been such a trainwreck in local government that I don’t even know where to start.

After he solved all other city problems, appeased the Hill District and came up with a quantum mechanics theory that would allow the Casino garage to co-exist with the Pittsburgh Skyline, boy-Mayor Ravenstahl threatened the city council. He then resorted to school-yard tactics when he was reported to have said, “My dad can beat up your dad.”  Nice to see that City Hall has turned into a sandbox that’s probably full of cat shit.  It’s just hard to figure out who on the council didn’t eat it.  My guess is Peduto didn’t eat it; perhaps Kraus didn’t either, but it was thrown at him:

“His exact words to me were, ‘We’re coming after you,’” Mr. Kraus said. “I said, ‘If you feel that best serves the interests of the people of Pittsburgh, to cripple city council, have at it.’”

Mr. Kraus added that the mayor specifically threatened to cut council staff salaries, and said, “‘And there’s more where that came from.’”

PittGirl compared the dialog to Under Siege 3 (there was a third?).  I think it was more comparable to Striking Distance.

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On the national scene, I’ve stopped counting how many articles there are for Obama and Clinton.  The Democratic Party side of things has become such a farce I don’t even want to read about it anymore.  I will say that Hillary Clinton is just grasping at straws at the moment.  Her credibility is shot, especially when you have Sinbad making fun of you.

“I made a mistake in describing it,” Mrs. Clinton told reporters yesterday. “We were very much told by the Secret Service and the military that we were going into a war zone, and we had to be conscious of that.

She said she ‘misspoke’.  The video showed her calmly walking out of the plane with her daughter right behind her. No sense of urgency or fear.  That’s not misspeaking, Clinton, that’s just flat-out lying.

So, what to do now?  let’s rehash what Obama respectively settled last week.  The Clinton Dog and Pony show.  Which one is Clinton, the dog or pony?

The AARP recently released a report on the crisis of the world’s over-population and instituted Retirement Order #44.  Release the younger souls from this Earth and infiltrate markets and smite them until they are dead, dead, dead.

Its first targeted city: Buenos Aires.

I wish Pittsburgh news channels would have chill out groove music playing in the background during their reports.  It is so easy and relaxing to watch this 80-year old man run over people with a relaxing sound track.  It’s like watching Hannibal Lecter when he kills the two prison guards to classical music in The Silence of the Lambs.