Shedding pseudo-light on non issues…
http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/?rn=49750&cl=3998436&ch=61492&src=news
Please, Please, Please check out the second video as well. It is the best. They’re building the army.
And…
russia’s new bomb
And a little local news…
the tree climbing dog.
now for something pretty good. sorry no substance. i’m supposed to have a task here any hour now, so i can’t get writing. I figured i’d just post videos like our laughably lauded loser blog poster, roughty.
… to roughty’s masterful la blog. absolutely nothing omitted that i feel worth mentioning. in fact, he went into detail in places i would have left out completely — namely, my vomiting incident. you loyal readers (who are apparently enthralled with pegasii {search term}) had grown accustomed to seeing me stone sober, cradling lovely trout, perch and bass in my adept fishing (and masturbating{search term}) arm. this is only half the real suityourself. the other half is the drunken, light-weight puking on stoney’s roof. by the way, i doubt seriously that stoney has bothered to drag a hose up there and wash that shit off. hope those infamous la pigeons were hungry for roast beef sandwiches, bong ashes, whiskey, coca-cola and half-digested xanax(sp?) {search term} pills, cuz that’s what they are eating off the roof right now.
did i say there was nothing i can add to roughty’s blog? well, nearly nothing. i would feign go into some detail about the culture — if it can so be called — in los angeles, califreakia. let me start (as i do every day) with the weed sitch. it is, as i stated earlier, all true. you can buy it if you have a prescription. i don’t have a prescription, so i could get busted out there as easily as i could right here in good ole virginny. stoney, on the other hand, is immune. he’s legit. too legit, in fact, to quit. leave it to the rich blond fucker to have all the luck that the rest of us working men (just me) really deserve. i have these pictures of ornately arranged bongs {search term}, blunts {search term}, rolling papers {search term} and big, fat, kine bud nuggets {search term} that i should post as soon as possible. not today. no camera. you can continue to wait in vain. the weed is chron-drizzle-fo-shrizzle. the youngsters out there are just how they were when george harrison {search term} described them some 40 years ago. dropouts and losers. while sir roughtonious and i were traversing the boardwalk one morning, we walked past this band of raggidy fucks who were between the ages of 16 and 22, probably. they were “protesting” in some way i guess. they all had some shitty cardboard signs that read, “give me money for prescription weed!” these busted-ass looking fuckers all had some mangy white-boy dreads {search term}. you know the kind. they’re dreaded at the ends, but just real teased-looking nearer to the scalp. this is because white boy hair doesn’t naturally dread. you have to either put some wax or something in it or work really hard at it consistently for a long while (see Dankkkkkkkkkk’s dreads from long long ago), and these kids had either run out of wax or motivation, cuz they had these fucked up looking dreads, and coupled with their sweat-stained, tie-dyed greatful dead {search term} t-shirts, they suited out as one of the mottliest crews i’d ever seen. i smirked at one of them (see “pffffft,” and he asked me for a dollar. news flash, asshole, if you can’t afford a weed-card, you’re most definitely not going to have the money to support your fledgling tree-habit. here’s an idea for you. try cutting that shit off your head, taking whatever money you begged so far and buy a new shirt. after that, how about getting a job? this has been the bit about the youth culture. i didn’t see too many other “kids” around. most of them were either sleeping under cardboard boxes on the street or eating at restaurants where appetizers cost 400 beezies. needless to say, i did not fall into either category.
now for a little bit on the rest of the society out there. service industry is made up almost entirely of mexicans. as i said before, the kids are either filthy rich or lazy as shit and worthless in both cases. this leaves a huge void in the marketplace for service industry people — people who know how to work for a dollar even if it means messing up that fresh hair-do or breaking a nail. mexicans fill this void. yussir. all the mexicans i saw were pretty nice to me. i didn’t try to bust out the spanish on them. i’m sure they get that enough from tourists just like me, so i just grinned at some of them, exposing my yellowing teeth and my blazed-out red eyes. surprisingly, lots of them grinned back. i am not the most sophisticated guy on the block, but i think their grins were, in general, sincere. could it be that they were happy to be in america and making those big green american dollars? i dunno. i like to think so, but who knows? maybe they just thought if they grinned at them, i’d give them some money or something. maybe they thought i was a movie star… yeah, that’s probably it. yup, that’s the one i’m going with. as far as other people in the la working world, i didn’t really see many. again, most of them are either much too rich or much too poor to be seen in any of the places i visited.
a note on commerce in la, they have pretty much the same type of stores there that we have here. grocery stores, liquor stores, clothing stores, drug stores, electronics stores, home furnishings stores, etc. as always, some of these places are over-priced, and some are more reasonable. however, the most reasonable one out there was much more expensive than the most over-priced on in virginia. likewise, the cost of living is steep. housing is hardly affordable, even for two gainfully employed folks like roughty’s and my hosts — stoney and lady t. just like nyc, la is a place i’d love to live so long as i was dirty-rich. for regular middle-class people, it’s a nice place to visit.
the physical environment was everything i had hoped for in some ways but not as cool as i had hoped in other ways. temperature was perfecto! never too hot. sun always shining. cool in the morning and evening. perfect. sandy beaches and lovely palm trees. some good looking women — maybe a slightly better ratio than virginia. however, i didn’t get to see too much of the country, not-developed areas as i had hoped. i know they exist, because when we went to the greek theater, it was sick-to-deff. lots of wildlife possibilities and such. i feel like cali. is as wild as they say, but i just didn’t get a chance to see it. we stayed in the suburbs of the concrete jungle. next time, i plan to check out all the wild places and make a better judgment after that. as far as animalia goes, i saw some lizards, some pigeons and sea-gulls, a bunch of dogs, a cat inside a window, a crazy shark/ray and that is about it.
enough, for now, on la. now onto more pressing matters — baseball.
braves {search term}are poised and ready to strike out at roughty’s shitty mets (who blew the hell out of that 5 run lead roughty alluded to in an earlier post). dankkkkkkkkkkkkkkk’s redsux are pulling the usual choke-job. stoney’s dodgers have fallen off a little bit. the rest of you need to pick a fucking baseball team, cuz you’re missing out on the best season in generations. get ready, because in two weeks i’m going to be writing about how my beloved braves are in first place and roughty’s favorite player has broken his leg or sustained an equally devastating injury. all i hope is that pedro martinez gets called up to the bigs soon. i cannot wait to see him get shelled by the big bats of the atl braves. it’s going to be dangerous for him, though, so roughty ought to kneel down and say a prayer that pedro doesn’t get killed by a line-drive off chipper’s bat.
speaking of sports, stoney has been awfully silent lately about 
michael vick {search term}. maybe he feels bad for always being such a fucking racist who hates all black people. he should. michael vick has been framed, and everyone with half a brain knows it. it’s just that the white man can’t stand a talented black man having any money, so they’re framing him. michael vick is the shit.
if he gets suspended, he’ll just go into seclusion for a couple years and work on his skills like luke s. did in one of the star wars {search term} movies with yoda on degoba. after this, he’ll just have to win three superbowls instead of the 2 he was planning on before. there’s no way he’s going to jail, and if he does, i can smell a “longest yard” three-quel. yall need to stop being jealous of michael vick. just because you’re racist doesn’t make him guilty. if i were vick’s attorney, i would use the self-defense ploy. after all, pits are dangerous.
“if mike got bit, you must acquit.”
now, back to one of my fav. topics — john from cincinnati. as i mentioned before, the show takes place in one “IB.” imperial beach is the southwestern-most city in the united states. i thought maybe it was in la, but no. it’s nearer to san diego, i guess. no wonder stoney and the rest of his idiot friends had no idea what the fuck i was talking about. anyways, the show’s first season is over. the finale was anti-climactic, to say the least. in fact, it was close to a let-down. no secrets revealed, no aliens, no death, no jesus christ, no nothing, really. just dylan mckay and zach morris dicking it up like they did in the early 90s. they are setting us up for a second season, so i hope the numbers allow this to happen. john from cincinnati is the best show you’ve never seen. trust me. how about one more clip just for good measure?
(look close for zach and dylan)
peace out squabblerinos.
Similar to the blietzkreig’s lightning attack of speedy fast quickness, a foreign invader has conquered vacantly empty Blogres. The invading invaders advantageously took advantage of King Stoney’s debaucherous debauchery on a weekend retreat into the depths of the dark wooded forest of ghouls and plentiful fairy dust. The Minister of Defense, Roughty McRoughton, and his army of little green Alesman sensed the plot afoot and attempted to meet the insurgent infidels but was impeded by the River of COX’ s Dam break and flooding of the southern swamps of the South end of the Kingdom. The sole availabe resource to meet invader was the King’s Huntsman, SuitYourSelf the Busy, but the woodsman was off hunting the woods for herbs, berries, fish, and small game. Now, all that stands in the invader’s way is the Blacksmith, Twitch the White, also the Court’s Rebuter empowered solely with the title of Premier Commenter.
Travelin’ by day in their own land, the conquerors arrived in the early hours of Blogres and seized the Book of Savagery–the incredulous edict of the King and his court. With this powerful empowerment the invader gained total controlocity in the unthinking subjects longing for the gift of endowed savagery. They will now listen in dumbblankfaceirification to the holder of the Book of Savagery.
His Awesomeness, Chancellor Ixniamak, the head of the new government, has issued his first decree:
Mouth-breathing, grass smoking, wannabe Fuckenstein polska opposition like this will be eliminated:
Do not fear, my children, I will be victorious in battle
Your Loving Father and Chancellor,
We, the Royal Press, promise to bring you all the details. We hope we can bring you an exclusive of the Chancellor’s ceremonial Sulfuric Acid baby-head baptismal. We will exploit all means to bring you the most suffering, death, and destruction of any news organization.
–Morel the Destroyer–
Brought to you by Apple, Pickers of the Tree of Knowledge, (censored by the Committee to Kill the Human Spirit):
the first category tag i clicked was worthless friday, cuz that’s what i’m in. it’s fantastic. finally some time to interact with the tech-junkies, alcoholics and weed-fiends who read this link-laden, anti-american, diaperlicious bloghole.
has anybody noticed that politics are continuing to play a large role in our blog?! i can’t believe that shit. if you knew, (and most of you do), the authors, you’d be as surprised as me. four years in the burg, and we never talked about it. now it’s all over everything. i think that comes along with growing older. things we never cared about before are starting to look more and more important. we’re all realizing our global citizenship, and i think it’s pretty encouraging. now all we have to do is change the minds of all the fuckos in general society *(see stoney’s note about the a&f models on the airplane… these are the dipshits to whom i’m referring.)
on another very different topic, there’s this issue going on in the baseball world. my boy john smoltz won his 200th career decision last night. i don’t need to remind any of you who the braves defeated. i don’t need to tell you that they beat the metropolitans. further, i don’t need to explain to any of you that this win brough the braves record against the mets to 6 wins and 3 losses on the season. no, i don’t need to mention any of these things. why am i talking about it then? to hurt your sensitive yankee feelings? no. to rub salt into your still-smarting wounds from last october? of course not. well, i’ll tell you why. the braves are currently recruiting new fans, and if you all have been converted over the past few days, just let me know, and i’ll be happy to provide a letter of recommendation. no guarantees, but it’s at least a 50-50 they’ll accept you. last night’s prodigious victory over the hated mets was a rubber match. “what is a rubber match?” all of you except the sport-savvy roughty might be asking yourselves. again, i’ll explain it for you. in a 3-game series, if each team wins one of the first two games, game three is the rubber match. in a 7-game series that’s tied at three games each, game seven is the rubber match. check out this helpful wiki article on the topic. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubber_match
what’s the point of this discussion? it’s not just to make fun of the sucky mets. in fact, i want to bring it back to politics. since i’ve been old enough to think about politics, there have been two presidents. (during bush the elder’s administration, i didn’t understand anything at all about it.) these presidents have been billy clinton and george dubya bush — a democrat and a republican. in 2008, we’ll have the rubber match between these two political powerhouses. as in sports, this rubber match will play a big role on the way our generation will be viewed. will our generation be defined by the shitty republicans or the shitty democrats? lord only knows. i got a guess, but it’s just that — a guess. so i won’t even mention it here. in a baseball rubber match, all we can do is drink beer and root for our own version of the good guys. last night, my team won, and i was happy. roughty’s team lost, and i’m sure he drowned on his tears. in politics, however, we can play the game and get involved. we can be the shortstop who turns the double play, or we can be the asshole who lets the ball roll right between his legs. (by the by, what team was he on again? hahaha.) either way, in politics, we don’t have to sit on the sidelines. we can cast our votes and join in the action, right? here’s the other big difference. if i make a throwing error, and the winning run scores for the other team, the game is over and i immediately know who won. if i hit the walk-off homer, it’s conclusive. i’m the big winner. with politics, it’s not so cut and dry. i might cast my vote and be all happy for a couple years after my selected puppet wins. then, out of nowhere, he blows some country off the map, and my walk-off homer turns into a “you-blew-it” game ending error. that’s why, when this year’s political rubber match comes along, i’ll be drinking beer and watching from the sidelines. the punchline of this discourse — do yourself a favor and don’t vote. vote for your favorite amer. idol. vote for which of the stars dances best. vote for the best apple pie you ate at the county fair. don’t vote for the president. you’ll invariably be sorry!
thus ends the politics of this post.
i’m still going to school. it still sucks. i also work at a school. that, too, is no good. i am trying to learn about the material required for my degree, but all i keep learning about is that everybody only cares about money. the only question my peers and superiors ask themselves is, “how can i make the most money off this situation?” it’s sad to think that this is the world we’re trying to earn membership into. maybe the solution is to drop out and move to an island and try to grow coconuts for food and decorative brassieres. my ridiculous boss’s boss’s boss’s boss volunteered me today to take part in some terrible task around the office. my autonomy is non-existant. i don’t decide what i do at all. they tell me what to do, and i do it. it’s bad for one’s psychology. you’ve all been there. i guess the right thing to do is just grin and bear it until retirement… in like 60 years. one more thing about work, i had to make a presentation yesterday to a room full of suits. i wore a rainbow colored (ambiguously androgenous) plaid shirt untucked and my oldest, rattiest pants. i gave a great presentation. (probably because dank wasn’t there flicking his damned zippo to distract me.) after this, i got an email from my boss’s boss who told me that i should have dressed nicer. this is a big old problem in our society. why in the world do people still judge you based on the clothes you wear? i’ll tell you. it’s because they’re terrible idiots who don’t know any better. and these are the people who i’m scrambling to compete with as a peer… sad.
well, mr dank nuggets is in, so let the fun begin. in honor of him, i’m taking this opportunity to post yet another savage roll call. feast your eyes on the following collection:
most savage cartoon character: Monterey Jack — he’ll whip your ass and then console you in a lovely aussie accent.
honorable mention: Nermal — fresh off the boat from abu dhabi
least savage cartoon character: Rita and Runt — an ill-fated space-filler in an otherwise exceptional show
most savage world leader: Queen of Jordan — rules with an iron fist and a lovely pair of jumblies
honorable mention: Stalin — (translation of caption: respect the moustache. fear the moustache. obey the moustache.)
least savage world leader: Jacques Chirac (someone either just snuck up him, or he was presented with a lovely quiche.)
most savage cereal mascot: Sonny (cocoa puffs) — this guy has “junkie” written all over his face
honorable mention: Andy Milonakis (fruity pebbles)
least savage ceareal mascot: Tony (frosted flakes) — why don’t you find a gayer bandana. we’re not all convinced you’re a homo yet.
most savage car model of all times: AMC Eagle (no competition)
honorable mention: El Camino (the original cross-over vehicle)
least savage car model of all times: ford tempo (my first car)
most savage blogger: suityourself (no photo available)
least savage blogger: you (look in the mirror and recognize your inferiority.)
finally, most savage drugs: steriods
least savage drugs: whipits (you’ll freeze your lungs)
If Star Wars were real, are we the Empire or the Rebels?
Think about it. If Star Wars were the real shit, whose team would we be on?
I am an American who fully supports my country. I don’t want us to die. However, I think we are severely fucked up, and the shit we are doing is wrong on a number of different levels, that I’m not going to get into in detail. I’ll leave that up to the smart, serious people.
America = Empire from Star Wars
Death Star– we have the most badass, huge motherfucking ships all over the world. Airplanes, crazy missiles, scout planes, nuclear submarines….Right now, we are cruising our military in the Persian Gulf, playing strategic war games to show Iran that we will fuck them up if they don’t stop trying to make nuclear weapons.
Dominance of the Universe– we want to control the whole world and its resources. If we can’t control a specific territory or resource, we want to make nice, so that they can be incorporated into our existence and we can both benefit off of our mutual powers. If you don’t think so, then what do you think?
Use of torture to persuade rebels to give themselves up– lucky for the Rebels, Princess Leia somehow withstood the floating black needle torture machine. I’m sure not all of them did as well as she did. Guantanomo?
Bounty hunters and mercenaries to track down our worst, underground enemies– Boba Fett is the same as all these private military contractors running around in the mountains of the Middle East, trying to find Osama Bin Laden or other guys like that.
Am I stretching it? Maybe. But is it really that far of a stretch? Hell no, it’s not that far of a stretch, fuckheads.
If Luke Skywalker was real, would he come from a barren farm in the Midwest US, or a barren farm from Pakistan?
Was Uncle Owen in the WTC when they came down? Or was Uncle Owen killed by some badass fuckers looking for Obi Wan (underground leader [osama])? Do you see what that means? Luke Skywalker was ultimately catapulted into his position after stormtroopers killed his Uncle Owen, when they were looking for Obi Wan Kenobi….How many Uncle Owens do you think US soldiers and mercenaries have killed looking for Osama….right now the running count for civilian casualties is somewhere between 60k and 600k in Iraq, depending on who you ask GO HERE FOR A BREAKDOWN OF DIFFERENT COUNTS………I imagine that there are a shitload of Uncle Owens, and a shitload of little Skywalkers perfecting their ninja lightsaber skills to come kick the shit out of us. Substitute light sabers for IEDs or suicide bombs…
Are you on Luke’s team or the emperor’s team?
As an American citizen who sincerely does love his country, the only solution I can see (from the Empire’s team, which I am on), is to work for change within the system, to build the Death Star into a Death Star Party Bus. Or something like that.
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