About two years ago this post Stripper, Clown & Krump – DAVID * LACHAPELLE – RIZE, spurred quite a spirited debate. I just thought it was interesting.
Anyway, I wonder if this could be responsible for all the commotion.
Some light reading for heavy thinkers.
You have claimed not to be responsible in any of them, usually listing the cause of the accident as either “Sneak attack by Decepticons” or “Unavoidable damage caused by protecting freedom for all sentient beings.”
First image from Spike Jonze’s adaptation of Where The Wild Things Are
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Totally lost it at #15.
McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: Pros and Cons of the Top 20 Republican Presidential Candidates.
Mr. Bush, sir, you get the futon and, Mr. Ahmadinejad, you get the beanbag chair. I will be moderating from the papasan chair. I’ve obtained black-light posters of your countries’ flags that are hung above your respective chairs. It’s badass—trust me.
One half of the dubious duo, Image Kids, Rachel asks you to Google directions from the US to London, England to chuckle your scribbles.
reminds me of this Billy Collins action poet clip.
As the first thunderstorm of the year approaches, a perfect mind passes.

From a 2003 interview with In These Times:
I myself feel that our country, for whose Constitution I fought in a just war, might as well have been invaded by Martians and body snatchers. Sometimes I wish it had been. What has happened, though, is that it has been taken over by means of the sleaziest, low-comedy, Keystone Cops-style coup d’etat imaginable. And those now in charge of the federal government are upper-crust C-students who know no history or geography, plus not-so-closeted white supremacists, aka “Christians,” and plus, most frighteningly, psychopathic personalities, or “PPs.”
Hope she sells some books, too.
by Kari Anne Roy
MOM 1: Fucking Homeowners Association cocksuckers. Are they so slow in the ass-fucking cerebrum as to not allow a goddamned simple, commonplace, gullet-pleasing peanut-fucking-butter sandwich on the premises of their fucking pool patio?
MOM 2: Fucking power-hungry vulturine twats is what they are, that Homeowners Association you speak of.
MOM 1: I mean, fuck me if I’m gonna take the three angelic fucking spawn of my hooch and force them to hunker their tiny selves down in the back of the sweltering cocksucking Odyssey just to masticate a PB&J and imbibe some goddamned Mott’s. Fuck.
What happens when the Lawyers get hold of the Ten Commandments.
6. The Party of the Second Part shall not commit murder except under the following seventeen thousand and forty-one (17,041) proviso(s) [partial list only—see Exhibit B for complete list]:
i) To spread the word written herein
ii) To solve a land dispute
iii) To spread freedom and democracy
iv) To make the cover of the Daily News
v) To impress Jodie Foster
There’s been a lot of “bush is an idiot” talk lately. Jeff Barnosky provides this telling piece from the Andover archives.
Political Satire in Modern Literature: C
George often seems bored in class, but I do find it heartening to find him so engaged in our discussion on Animal Farm, even if he frequently asks how “all of these animals are talking.” In his essay, George wrote passionately about the “oinkers and moo-cows striving for freedom and democracy, defending themselves bravely against the evil dictator Jones.” Unfortunately, George seems to have not fully grasped (or fully read) much of the rest of the book. He describes the animals’ lives as a perfect example of what happens when democracy is allowed to flourish. He also says that “Napoleon did a heck of a job” and that Snowball should “stop doing that shit.” While I can live with the profanity, the analysis leaves a lot to be desired.
McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: The Andover Grade Reports of George W. Bush, Senior Year.


