Thursday, April 29, 2010

Warning

So, you have ignored the invitation of the grand master of the high order of the orange alternative?

Do you really think the invitation can be ignored? And for how long? And at what cost?

You have been chosen to amuse, and to provoke, and to subvert.

Now get going!

The dwarf has spoken and he will not speak again (ok, he is actually a gnome, but that doesn't really matter).

ARMAGEDDON

Bottom-line corporate fashitical-ism
Vapid, lollipop-licking pop psycholog-ism
Autocratic, autodafetic criminal clericalism
Dumb-ass, redneck reaction-ism
Pretentious, pseudo-intellectual Upper-Eastside snob-ism
Cover-up-verything-but-the-eyes islamoabsud-ism
Rightwing, blowhard, Limbaugh-loving conserva-tism
Throw the fucking baby out with the bathwater anti-abortionism
Shrill, uptight “this shit is all your fault” frantic femo-nism
Mamby-pamby post-60s liberal-ism
The-next-fad-is-really-it technolo-gism
Edubabbling, race-to-the-bottom educational bureaucra-tism
Poor excuse for jis'm jis-'m

Does anybody read Tolstoy any more?
Does anybody chat with his dear auntie in Bayone any more?
Does anybody bowl with his moronic buddies after work any more?
Does anybody piss away his sorrows in the moonlight any more?
Does anybody cry for Wall Street any more?
Does anybody even know that Mory Zucherman is dead?
Does anybody even care that Mory Zucherman is dead?

Armageddon is coming, but he won’t be dressed in plaid.
Armageddon is coming, but he won’t be eating any canapés.
Armageddon is coming, but he won’t be bringing a date this time.
Armageddon is coming, but he’s not happy to be missing the Superbowl.
Armageddon is coming, but he’s changed his name to Norbert Dresner.
Armageddon is coming, but first he has to stop off to pick up his dry cleaning.

Mombo Italiano.
Joey Ramarez is a lousy cock-sucker.
You never know till you know.
I would hate you, if I didn’t love you so much.
She’s not fat, she’s generously proportioned.
Post-ejaculatory distress.
The good ones never win on “Dancing with the Stars.”
Are they real or are they fake?
They’ve gotta be fake.
Fetal alcohol syndrome.
Sara Palin is a real American icon.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Here's What I Have to Say about All of This!

Boogers!

Boogers, boogers, boogers!
Boogers, boogers, boogers, boogers!
Boogers, boogers, boogers!

BOOGERS!

And Another Thing, While I'm At It!!!

Balls!

Balls, balls, balls!

Bally, bally, bally, balls!

Ballsie, ballsie, ballsie, ballsie, balls!

Big balls!Small balls!

All kinds of balls!

Hard balls!

Soft Balls!

Base Balls!

Foot Balls!

BALLS!!!

You heard me, you bourgeois, hegemonic, false-consciousness stuffed shirts!BAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLS!!!!!

You heard me, you artsy-fartsy, alternative poseurs and wearers of smelly perfume!BAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLS!!!!!

BALLS! BALLS! BALLS!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Carnal Pleasures

...and the dwarves shall rule the earth

Why the fuck shouldn't they? Is there any wrong with dwarves? Size, after all, is no determimator of potency (nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more!).

I happen to dig dwarves. You can fit them easily into your luggage. They look fabulous in crushed velvet. And they have cute little button noses (well, some of them, anyway).

I say, let the damn dwarves run the whole stinking show. They couldn't do any worse than the high priests of Yama, who sacrifice young virgins on the altar of cosmic pomposity (Not that I have anything against human sacrifice, mind you. It all depends upon who is being sacrificed).

Yes, the dwarves shall rule the earth and all the institutions of higher education within in it. And the petty bureaucrats shall disappear competely from the earth...like Danish Modern furniture and mood rings.