Up close and personal
Bob Mugabe winning a fixed election. Claims to have learned everything he knows from Dubya and Jeb.
There is a loud Bollywood Led Zeppelin cover in the den
Oops, sorry, I thought this was Twitter….
Compendium #59
The usual malevolent melange of the not-so divina commedia, with guitar and music scattered throughout to provide some kind of a different comic relief. This one is over an hour. In fact, the damn thing weighs in at 70 minutes. Shite.
Might have to do something special for #60. Or not.
Ugly Stick Brothers & Co., part ordure
With faces and behavior not even a mother with tragic low-self esteem could even begin to tolerate, separated at birth twins Fred Phelps and Don Imus continue to play play such stupid human “tricks before high heaven as make the angels weep.” Or guffaw. And I suppose their inbred, genetically and phylogenetically challenged hi jinks might be completely localized and the damage they spread limited, were it not for the fact that they are both media whores playing right into the hands of a meretricious media hungry for anything even slightly smacking of “controversy.” No, these poor fucks just can’t keep their sickness to themselves.
Grandpa Phelps thinks he’s going to attend George Carlin’s funeral with his little picket sign. The absurd “protest” or “statement” might be amusing, and in fact I can visualize George laughing his ass off over the whole thing. But for we, the living, this simply cannot pass. Inbred Brother Phelps isn’t worthy to even mention Mr. Carlin’s name, much less perform his role as spectacle at the funeral. Well, stinky just had to make his ludicrous pronouncement that, you know the drill, “_________ is in hell.” So I cut the fuck out of him, and made him tell the truth. Which is: the only people presently frying in hell are those who insist upon it’s existence, who reify this mythical “hot place,” where “sinners” are barbecued for eternity. Father Zossima, from “The Brothers Karamazov,” said that hell was “the inability to love.” And I can’t think of many cretins in this world more bereft of love and compassion than Festering Fred and his membotic clan, who merely repeat their father/mentor’s inanities to any who will listen. The inferno “yeah right said Fred” rants about is simmering right under his own stupid ass. Perhaps a case of stubborn and suppurating, boiling holy hemorrhoids.
And Imus? Well, he doesn’t offend with nearly as much horrifically misconstrued hermeneutics as brother Fred, and in fact Imus’s main sin is his demeanor of desperation, the fact that he’s a collosal bore and he knows it. This is a doofus so inept that he can’t even cover his racism with any kind of rhetorical veneer. His drawl-like delivery borders on mumble-speech. How can he remain on the air with only a handful of brain-addled sycophants listening? I guess the market will bear all kinds of bizarre products.
Guess I got a little “ad hominem” there. Fuck it.
Your neck was red
Red state, blue state, it’s all about the same state being perpetuated in perpetuity no annuity it’s all chump change ain’t no home on the range and the deer and the antelope don’t even play they’re being mauled and ain’t nobody going to say a thing or ring a ding ding the bells of liberty that was just a fling in the imagination of this accursed nation where ya can holler and holler but if you ain’t got the dollar your situation gets smaller and smaller until seldom is heard a dissenting word, and the clouds are raining turds all day.
—M.C. FooledAgain, “Drowning in Irony.”
Thank you FISA, thank you Verizon and Time Warner; thank you Demicans and Republicrats, thank you to all membots for you know not what you do. Thank you, Obama for revealing yourself as yet another political hack, fortunately for you with some damn good handlers and internet savvy and a modicum of charisma–enough at least to subjugate McBush, that sad, sad old clown. Thank you, Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi for showing clearly that there really is virtually no difference between the two parties: both are fraught with careerist criminals, content apparently to continue the imperialist tragedy, the expansion of this venal and tawdry land. Woopee. Red state? Blue state? Bullshit. Far as I can see, they’re all a deep, deep RED.
PUT IT ON THE TABLE
Nada corporation
The corporation that exploits best is the corporation that exploits most.
—G. Reed, “Stacking The Bodies Well.”
No bid contracts are the kind ya wanna get, you know, if you wanna, like, you know, reap the most, like, well, profits, or windfall, as they like, say on Wall Street. Cronyisms Disease, don’t ya know? AKA gravy train, pig trough, good old boy network, mafia….
Here’s to the end of the gravy train. Oh, they won’t go down without a fight, but they’re getting older and senescence is setting in. The key is not to replace them with younger replicas of themselves, with the same cheap and venal goals and ambitions.
Shit. Now that George is gone, who’s left? One more cynical sarcastic bastard buys the farm. Shucks. He’ll definitely be missed by this reporter. Reporter, yeah right. I’ll miss him anyway.
Goofy Angst
Falling into a deep sleep
The spectacle is able to subject human beings to itself because the economy has already totally subjugated them. It is nothing other than the economy developing for itself. It is at once a faithful reflection of the production of things and a distorting objectification of the producers.
–Guy deBord, Society of the Spectacle
The media: releasing you from having to think
Making up for yesterday’s absence of media clippage, we today serve up a bonanza o’ cut-ups. All the heavyweight low-lifes make an appearance: Cheney, Brown, Bush and others; of particular note and all due shame goes to “adopted” bastard son of the gipper, Michael Reagan, who sincerely desires to place grenades into the rectums of infants. You can’t make this shit up. Usher in the return of the Fairness Doctrine, please, to shut these fucking monolithic neocon buffoons up for good.
Scribe Firing
I’ve long had this feature in Firefox and just today decided to start using it. This module definitely rocks, with the only downside that it does not integrate with Podpress; or at least I’m not yet aware if it does. Thus far I am pleased with FF 3.0 and hope they break the record. Or set the record. Whatever they’re doing with some record or other.
Happy hump day. Will post art and audio a bit later…
The Get Bent Cult
And we’re all dues-paying members. The IRS makes sure of this. Orwell said the future was like a “boot stomping on human face forever,” well, looks like it’s been modified to a psychopath beating a toddler to death forever before getting wacked by the cops. Whatever metaphor you choose, WASF.
Beautiful Teaching
All the news that shit to print and broadcast. Sheepletainment. Alternatively, one can wake up. And then wipe away the sleepdust from the eyes.
Did you know that today is Fornication Appreciation Day? Well now you do. This band is going places!
Times of Ignorance
NO BALLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In Nancy’s case this might be understandable, in a humorous sense; but Harry?
Darwin Rocks and other hits
Aliens go down my mouth, Karl Rove, the flattering tongue, having a good eternity, and please write to me. And more. And less.
And now for a donut
An oldie, but a goodie. Be careful not to scarf it up, though, you might be accused of being a terrorist. MMMMMMM….terrorist donut……
Love me some hot dogs
Pimp da dirty bitch
Special shout out this morn to Bob, senior epopt etc.
Wonderful
All this time I thought the black guy was Barack Obama. Well. Yahoo knows the straight dope, so…Perhaps this is a prelude to the shenanigans we can expect when Microsuck buys them out. I know I’ll be changing my email address.
Oh, won’t somebody PLEASE think of the dehydrated babies?
Jacking in on the night of a full moon
Compendium #58
63 minutes of, well, you know the drill. Some musical interludian excursions here and there amid the noise and haste.
HeavyConfetti
- Latcho Drom August 29, 2010
- Track Listing for “The State of Things” Album August 21, 2010
- Changes, future August 17, 2010
- The State of the State of Things June 21, 2010
- Working Three Tracks June 12, 2010
- the state of things without and around us June 8, 2010
- Long time no post…Three cuts from Phronemophobia April 17, 2010
- Kill Television! December 24, 2009
- The Cut of Your Gib October 25, 2009
- Don’t Blame Me October 25, 2009
AB
