Karaoke: the not-silent killer.

(Via Althouse & Instapundit) Apparently, you don’t sing “My Way” in a Philippine karaoke bar.

You just don’t.

The authorities do not know exactly how many people have been killed warbling “My Way” in karaoke bars over the years in the Philippines, or how many fatal fights it has fueled. But the news media have recorded at least half a dozen victims in the past decade and includes them in a subcategory of crime dubbed the “My Way Killings.”

Especially the karaoke bars that are also brothels. Although they have gay men in those to defuse tensions over the brothel workers and the karaoke machines. Apparently, in the Philippines gay men don’t do karaoke (fairly obviously, they also don’t patronize female brothel workers). I shouldn’t raise an eyebrow at any of this: American customs look just as weird to the outside world, sometimes.

Still.

Ol’ Blue Eyes?

‘Don’t Stop Your Screaming.’

This is actually a little more impressive than you’d think on first viewing:

It’s also completely true, but that’s a different story.

Via @CalebHowe.

Moe Lane

PS: You know you want one.

It’s OK. Nobody has to know. I’m not going to tell; you’re obviously not going to tell; and Amazon won’t tell. It’s perfectly safe.