We apologize in advance for posting this, because it is the dumbest shit we have ever seen, and therefore hysterical.
Photo via Ben5000 on Flickr
Hugs. What are you, uh, trying to say here, buddy? I might be going out on a limb but it appears that you have turned your bunker-like bar into an exclusive tree fort that excludes “certain patrons,” as Gothamist puts it.
No fitted hats? No sports attire? No long white t-shirts? No hoodies? No baggie [sic] jeans? No Timberlands? Being “selective”????? Are you serious?! Everyone, please, go to Hugs this weekend wearing all of these things and let us know what happens. Stay tuned to Gothamist in case Hugs answers their phone calls.
update: the sign has been removed, so says an internet commenter.
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From The Guardian
I am not a hero. But I have a point of view. I have a stance. It humiliated me to see my country humiliated; and to see my Baghdad burned, my people killed. Thousands of tragic pictures remained in my head, pushing me towards the path of confrontation. The scandal of Abu Ghraib. The massacre of Falluja, Najaf, Haditha, Sadr City, Basra, Diyala, Mosul, Tal Afar, and every inch of our wounded land. I travelled through my burning land and saw with my own eyes the pain of the victims, and heard with my own ears the screams of the orphans and the bereaved. And a feeling of shame haunted me like an ugly name because I was powerless.
As soon as I finished my professional duties in reporting the daily tragedies, while I washed away the remains of the debris of the ruined Iraqi houses, or the blood that stained my clothes, I would clench my teeth and make a pledge to our victims, a pledge of vengeance.
The opportunity came, and I took it.
I took it out of loyalty to every drop of innocent blood that has been shed through the occupation or because of it, every scream of a bereaved mother, every moan of an orphan, the sorrow of a rape victim, the teardrop of an orphan.
I say to those who reproach me: do you know how many broken homes that shoe which I threw had entered? How many times it had trodden over the blood of innocent victims? Maybe that shoe was the appropriate response when all values were violated.
Whatever Ernie Anastos, the longtime New York television news anchor, was trying to say, it did not come out right on Wednesday night. His inadvertent use of what could literally be called a barnyard epithet made him an unintended star on the Internet all day Thursday.
In the course of one of those familiar jocular exchanges, Mr. Anastos, the co-anchor on the 10 p.m. newscast on WNYW (Channel 5), seemed to be referring to the old commercial for Perdue chicken when he suggested to the weatherman, Nick Gregory, that ‚”it takes a tough man to make a tender forecast.”
That was not the objectionable portion of the broadcast, but it may have befuddled some viewers because Perdue has not regularly used that phrase in its advertising since 1993. But then Mr. Anastos added a suggestion for what Mr. Gregory could do with the chickens, using a term that qualifies as the sine qua no-no of live television….
Bruce Greengart, 58, a retired civil servant from Midwood, Brooklyn, said: ‚”You’re not supposed to say those words. Kids may be listening to this thing.”
After watching the clip, Heather Scott, 38, of Crown Heights, Brooklyn, said, ‚”Oh my God, what is he thinking?” She added: ‚”We’ve all said things that are inappropriate. We’ve all done it, he happens to be broadcasting it.”
Not that she had heard the term that particular way. ‚”What an odd phrase to use,” she said.
Comment of the Day: Amy, on naming the next cool beer: “i vote we cut the hive-mind shit and we each drink whatever beer we personally like.”