Saturday, August 26, 2006

Yahoo! Music: Yearning by Mono

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Yearning by Mono
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Thursday, August 24, 2006

Did you sell those gift certificates yet?

Joe, whatever are you up to?

Joe, what do you really want?... Who do you really work for?

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What would you expect?

Have you seen how black people act recently? Maybe they deserve to go to the back of the bus.

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Hmmm...

This may be some kind of psy-op. I don't what this is about yet.

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What are you doing?

Nice marketing campaign.

They're watching television. Isn't that what you want?

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It's hard to have friends.

I once had to break off a personal relationship. I told a mutual friend, "Some day tell him this: It's because he could not have benefited by knowing me."

Yeah, here's my new marketing:

OK:

This is my new shtick:

I am a pissed-off, lonely drunk who accidently invented Fifth Generation Warfare. I am pissed off and drunk because I am a programmed killer...gone awry; my new target is my monstrous makers.

I retain all the powers and appurtenances pertaining thereto to my auto-installation into the offices of Transtemporal Courier and Supreme Ruler of 3-Space.

And I am just as beautiful as ever, and there is someone in this town who knows how to cut hair.

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By the way, I neglected to tell you that due to

Open up that sample case!

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No, now is _not_ the time. Your day in the sun didn't last a day.

What with Israel being a 9-11 actor and all, I guess the nature of those position papers will be changing... "Israel who?"

Confronted with the choice, members of Congress will shy away from the more damaging of the two advertising terms: "Anti-American" over "Anti-Semitic." ...They know where their bread is buttered. And they know that their constituents don't really give two shits about the plight of the Jews. They're more fired up about punishing the 9-11 Perpetrators. And, therefore, it would be Anti-American to support 9-11 actor Israel...you see...

Whoopsie Daisy: Marketing breakdown.

AIPAC's money is now the kiss of death.

That reversal happened pretty quick...

Rational Behavior

Reference Alert

Popular Mechanics is famous for "debunking" 9-11 "conspiracy theories" in the laziest way possible; they erect straw man arguments and then ride to the rescue to knock them down. "Some 9-11 conspiracy wingnuts even claim that space aliens did it. That's just silly talk. So logically, the government's story _has_ to be true." These "hit pieces" are easy to do in the pages of one's own magazine, but they don't stand up to an informed 9-11 Truther. The guy _had_ to cancel; he was going to get his ass handed to him.

Take even the most tongue-tied, ineloquent, disorganized 9-11 Truther and he will still win a debate.* All he has to do is pluck nuggets of truth from the 9-11 Truth Tree. He's got binders full of facts. His most difficult task is picking one.

It's no surprise that Popular Mechanics pulled out of the debate; it was a no-win.

No one ever wants to debate a 9-11 Truther on the facts:

...How did Building Seven fall right down? ...I'm all ears...

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*Postscript: I don't know what 9-11 Truther was slated to debate him. This piece doesn't involve him. It's not supposed to speak that way.

Yeah, great.

Your society has become completely asinine.

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This timing was better:

The original: "I checked my calendar. It's doomsday"

Not:

I checked my calendar its...doomsday

Your timing was impeccable to begin with.

Mmm.

Psychiatry is as often used to destroy minds as to heal them.

I find that very sad.

Yahoo! Music: Life In A Northern Town by Dream Academy

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Oh, so that's why.

I suppose the comedian is like the shark... ...Move forward or you're dead...

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

New Rule

You know...

I write far more happy material when I'm stoned than when I'm drunk. When I'm drunk, it's all cocksucking and killing jokes.

So unless you want me destroying the world, you will have me smoke more weed. ...Or the War on Drugs will have caused the destruction of the world.

And thus, of the metaverse.

...As you were...

You're not nice!

Oh, yeah, I fight dirty.

...Cos there's a lot at stake...

This is a nice crowd.

This is the story of my life.

It's easier to tell in a crowd than one-on-one...

...So thanks for coming...

Toot Toot

The Federal government essentially is being run as a corporation.

Your vote means nothing. You control nothing. ...You're the labor, remember?...

Seems like you need a labor union.

...Oh, wait... that's the meeting down at the docks...

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Yahoo! Music: Cemetary Party by Air

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Monday, August 21, 2006

More...ass...laws...please!

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Let's codify the killing of people and sewing horse heads on little girls!

This is just so weird.

Do you know how famous I'm going to be? ...If the world doesn't end and I don't get killed, that is.

My new wood stove is actually quite advanced.

It's called a pellet stove. It burns biomass pellets. Shaped like rabbit food, they can be made of wood or corn.

I will be burning wood pellets. They are made of highly compressed hardwood shavings and sawdust. The pellet stoves are very efficient and burn about 95% clean, if I'm correct.

It's electronically controlled and runs from a wall thermostat. It uses electricity to run the blower, the pellet feed auger, and the control circuitry. It's really quite advanced. And it's a beautifully designed piece of...furniture almost. I have it installed in the living room. Big glass front, fake logs in it. Big, bright flame; it's like having a high-efficiency, low-maintenance fireplace running all the time.

I burned oil last year. I went through about 750 gallons of oil to heat this house last season. This year, I suppose it would cost about two thousand dollars to heat the house. So I bought a pellet stove. And a season's worth of pellets, about two tons. They come stacked on a pallet, in 40-pound bags. The stove and all the pellets will pay for themselves in 1.5 seasons. It's a no-brainer.

I'm Mister Y2K, so I know how to rig up car batteries and run the stove in the event of a power outage. And I still have the old wood stove in the cellar with a few cords of wood outside. So I can always burn that.

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I have perfected my "21st Century, Space-Bound Hunting Lodge" look for my house. I have repainted the kitchen, the halls, the living room, and the dining room. I have a mounted, eight-point buck head above the fireplace. I bought it at a thrift store around here for $75. It would have cost $750 in New York, so New York has nothing on...Cootersville...

These are the colors of paint I have used whose names I like:

1. Gravel. A modern, lightly mossy green for the living room. It goes well with the shellacked pine paneling around the fireplace.
2. Sturdy Table. A resplendently delicious mid-brown, as the color of fine Swiss chocolate. In the hallways.
3. Lava, a demonstrative yet paradoxically subdued blue for the kitchen. Coupled with my $30 black-and-white-squares sticky tiles for the floor, it's quite an installation of whimsy and gravitas. You don't know what to think when you walk into this room.
4. Dansbury Down in the dining room. A brownish gray, with a defiant whisper of violet. Can't hear it? Come closer...you'll get punched in the face!

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Yahoo! Music: Sleep On Needles by Sondre Lerche

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I know what it feels like to be broken.

I recently watched again Stephen Colbert's routine at the White House Correspondents' Dinner or whatever. I paid attention to the footage from the other camera, the camera that captured Mr. Bush's reaction to the routine. Mr. Bush put on a nice display, narrowing his eyes, as if to say, "I'll get you." They were the affectations of a man confident in his own power.

You don't see that look anymore. In any recent video or still photo of Mr. Bush, you see only fear and defeat.

He is a broken man. And he knows this. He is only now ripe for redemption. His salvation is in his own hands; it will not come from without.

Hey, journalist types!

I hope you'll forgive my continued discussion of Colbert's and Stewart's shows. It's just that they're socially relevant in a way perhaps not fully appreciated.

These "terror alerts" and the nefarious plots that occasion them... Each of them has been debunked. I'm no fastidious record keeper; I can't recount for you the deficiencies in each. When a plot is debunked to my satisfaction, I move on. ...And I'm not an historian. I am a comedian. I am not obligated to provide footnotes. My job is to ridicule...and to conduct the occasional psy-op. ...You can certainly shoulder some of the burden for discovering the truth.

Television and print news in this country is garbage. Those media act as conduits for any manila envelope that may magically appear on the desk. That makes journalism pretty easy, I guess.

Considering that every "terrorist" plot trotted out has been debunked within a couple days, these organizations --upon receiving the manila envelope-- should report, "The government claims that this plot exists. Check back in a couple days and we'll let you know if it's true." Instead, they dutifully report that the plot exists.

History has proven that everything from the government is a complete lie --at least on matters of "war," "national security," and "terrorism." Why would you report as "news" the utterances of a known pathological liar? Do you...not _know_ that you're being lied to...or do you simply not care? In either case, you cannot --with a straight face-- claim to be journalists.

These "journalists" are happy to confuse the public by trumpeting the lie, but they ignore the subsequent debunking of it.

And that's where those two comedians come in. They offer the follow-up.

The public service provided by these two shows is far greater than all the "reporting" of all the print and television "news" departments combined.

Your society is in deep, deep trouble when you must rely on filthy, probably hard-drinking and otherwise unrespectable comedians to elevate the public understanding of events.

Hey, journalist types! You're being used! You are the conduits of information in somebody's psychological operation. In a psy-op, truth is not relevant. It's the emotional effect of the information that is desired. The liars in government know that no one in the mainstream news media will follow up on the debunking. When the falsehood is first disseminated, the damage is done.

So knowing this, don't you think --in the interest of disseminating the truth and all-- that you might hold off on splashing the contents of that manila envelope all over the place?

You're not fundamentally bad people... So what's wrong with you? Are you simply stupid...or are you in on it?

I'm convinced that if it were not for these two comedians' shows, that your society would be walking around with state-mandated anal temperature probes, waving ninety-nine-cent flags, boasting about how free you are.

And I thought insanity was something I could safely claim as my own special province...

Who's Left?

When the ship has sunk, the rats will climb atop one another.

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This is an engineered disclosure. Blair is apparently seeking to prevent his execution by distancing himself from The Supreme Leader of Cucka Land.