Let’s wait and see
Every day a more lurid trek into the failure doctrine, the triumph of the “C” (or D-) student over ethics, excellence and true entrepreneurial expertise. We live in socialist Amerika, with a “capitol” “S,” ladies and germs. Ironically though, without any seeming trace of irony, McSame devotees are planting banners, littering the landscape with the following slogan:”Prosperity, not Socialism.” !!!!!!! That would be indeed too, too funny were it not for the fact that certain sectors of bovine, red neck Amerika will take that at face value and vote accordingly.
Well at least we can tax the churches now, right? That should help recoup some of the absconded funds used for the “bail-out,” or “stick-up,” or “hostage situation.” Hell, with the mammon accrued by some of these “mega churches” we might be able to make a solid dent in the national debt. Hey, could happen, could happen.
Bonus track for you today, a heavyconfetti joint: a shred guitar rendering of Gershwin’s “Ain’t necessarily so.” Because it ain’t necessarily so…BTW, sorry to see old Cool Hand shuffle off his mortal coil. “Still shakin’ boss, still shakin’….”
“My basic objection to religion is not that it isn’t true; I like
plenty of things that aren’t true. It’s that religion grants its
adherents malign, intoxicating and morally corrosive sensations.
Destroying intellectual freedom is always evil, but only religion makes
doing evil feel quite so good.” – Philip Pullman
Serious Business
WHAT WE GOT HERE IS….FAILURE
Failure is the new success. We live in the midst of a tragically failed administration with an unprecedented, astonishing record of incompetence. This “oligarchical collective” seems intent upon plunging the nation deeper into uncharted strata of malaise every day.
better to fail, arrogantly eviscerate (ignore) constitutional and human rights, than to even try at all to succeed, which might involve both hard work (real hard work) and intelligence.
We reward failure now. In fact, the greater your failure, the higher your reward.
Bob’s Weekend
Of course, dear friends we can’t circumscribe the grand epopt to a mere weekend. Be sure, though, to pack plenty of them oh so splendid marijuana brownies. Namaste, all.
Dicky, stay away from the shredder machine!
National Socialism: Stupidity and Greed Prevail!
Socialism for the rich, free markets for the poor…
—Noam Chomsky
BTW, shitting one’s pants is now a sign of prestige. Hell, brag about it to your friends. Yes, having weak bowel control now represents a badge of honor. Wall Street has the weakest bowels of all, and now we’re drowning in it’s torrent of offal. Thank you, Ronald Reagan, Phil Gramm, John McCain, the Keating Five (not a jazz quintet) and a tragically undereducated and apathetic American public.
I understand Adam Smith is spinning in his grave like a rotisserie chicken at FoodCo. Let the market be, indeed. The unseen hand jerking us off til there ain’t no more jizz….
Call it what it is, muthafuckas
Spare me the euphemism soup with crackers.
John Bush is his own man
WASF II
Keep cutting up the bozos. They’ll make more.
–Uncle Conscious, sans wa-wa pedal
Indeed, indeed, my avuncular guru you, they do keep a churnin’ them out. Yes, the inmates are without question running the asylum. IQs, dollar values, banks, mortgages, brokerage houses that have been around since Christ was a corporal; other shoes, everything is dropping; ’tis a matter of time ’till the bombs start dropping as well. Oh well. Hey, it’s been a good ride. Not.
Robert Heinlen fans are no doubt having a little chuckle, viewing the spectacle of Caribou Barbie and Chucklenuts II and their clueless ilk and all too scary unquestioning followers: Stranger in a Strange Land turns out to be prophecy, sort of.
But relax. The fundamentalists of our economy are strong. Strong smelling, that is.
Television KKK
Knowledge you need
Just like Friendly Fire, shee-it you won’t even feel it when they put a few caps in yo’ ass. If you live maybe you can sell the excess shrapnel fer scrap. Who’d a thunk it, though? That fascism in reality would be nothing like the world of Winston Smith and O’brien–I mean at least O’brien was a great (though deluded) dialectician with some brains. Who’d a thunk that our domestic fascism would be shaped and run by morons? All hail our bumbling, stumbling, fumbling, war-mongering, jingoistic, lying, smearing, cheating, slandering, libeling, stealing, dumb fuck overlords.
Another stolen election imminent? Hopefully the proles will come out in epic numbers too great to be subverted by the red-neck staters. Come on, proles.
New explosions
Californication is back. Apparently they musta settled with chili peppers Red and Hot or at least with their lawyers. Everyone is happy, or rather, equally unhappy, suffused as they are with utter extreme decadence. The program is quite absurd and contrived but has moments of pure hilarity that keep me watching. Of course, I have to be many sheets to the wind to really “get into it.” And I’m trying to cut down–hell, I’m trying to quit. I am going to quit. I’ve quit. My neural receptors, once they get even a slight taste o’ al-kee-hall get uber greedy and obsessed with getting more, more and still more. Before I know it, I’m on a “binge,” or a “spree.” I was using the death of David Foster Wallace as an excuse for meeting mr. shitface, but we all know that’s weak. As the trollop by the pool towards the end of “No Country for old men” stated, “Beer leads to more beer.” A scene later (we only see the aftereffects) she is brutally and fatally whacked by bad haircut guy (one of the best renderings of a psycho evAR).
Fear and Smear, brothers in mendacity
Compendium #62
Yes, spurts fans, the latest collection o’ cutups and muzak, featuring RNC skewerings, spermons and the usual wacko guitar interludes.
Oh, and fuckin’ A! David Foster Wallace just offed himself. The world is an even shallower place now to lose one of the more fertile brains of this and the late last century. Hey Dave, I know things are bad, but…
We must not blink, Charly
Seducing spirits
Bottom of the barrel
Firefox 3 and Flash: Can’t we all just get along?
Shit. What up, Hadron? World still here….
Higgs Boson remains elusive, that shy particle he. And Hawking still has his hundred bucks, so far.
I’ve been cutting up grandpa mcsame, but it’s been tough, hard work: the man is so banal, so monotonic and droning. A collosal bore. And his “running” mate is a spooky stepford-veep made to order for the evangelical right. What a farce. I was rooting for the black holes….Maybe another “time.”
Just 4 fun
Oh teleprompter don’t fail me now…
No worries, Sarah. Everything will be scripted from now on and Charlie will be most deferential, to a fault. No issues will be addressed–maybe slightly alluded to now and then, but in a light, insouciant, innocuous manner. Yes, go ahead and look up “kid gloves” on Wikipedia if you need to.
Bridge to nowhere
…and he will weed us!
Special bulletin: news has it from unreliable sources that Sir Mixalot and Tone Loc are issuing pre-emptive cease and desist orders to the Republican National Committee to prevent them from even thinking about using the tunes “Baby got Back,” and “Wild Thing,” respectively.
The Republicans are now left with? Yes, Ted Nugent’s “Cat Scratch Fever,” and “Free for all.” Carpe diem, drones.
SHILL, BABY SHILL! SHILL, BABY SHILL!
Human life is oil
I never thought the Republicrats could top the evangelical, right-winged insanity of the 1992 RNC, but by Rove, they’ve done it! And without the appearance of Pats Buchanan or Robertson, respectively. Or Dan Quayle, though apparently they’ve got a female or transgendered equivalent. Oh the hilarity! The hijinks! The shamelessness! The hypocrisy. The utterly embarrassing and transparent jingoism! The sycophantic, cheerleading MSM….
ADDENDUMB: The only time copyright law amuses me….
At least they didn’t use “Dog and Butterfly…”
State of Panic
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
