Saturday, December 24, 2011
An Xmas Carol
By
M. Bouffant
at
16:21
Happy Holiday Camp
By
M. Bouffant
at
16:04
Ah Ain't Got T' Blues No Mo' Ah Said
By
M. Bouffant
at
14:55
The Guardian's Celebrity Christmas piece features a mess of Limebags, of whom the collective 'Murkin we are no doubt better remaining in ignorance; nonetheless, fun from one:
*Reminds us of Bob Lewis (Real name!) who "dropped a tab" before crummy cafeteria dinner one Friday evening & later stated the spaghetti on his plate had been crawling like worms.
Suzanne Moore: I dropped acid on Christmas Eve. At lunch the next day, I was freaked by the tinsel worms*
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| Suzanne Moore at 15. Photograph: Suzanne Moore |
I am not sure if Christmas on LSD counts as good or bad. In my defence I was about 16 and, as my mother used to tell the neighbours, "against everything". Plus ça change. We used to do a lot of acid. Well, I lived in Ipswich, my boyfriend was a drug dealer and I wanted to expand my mind. We began quite reverently: reading Huxley and lots of RD Laing and then it just became something we did. I could go to school tripping away and my religious education teacher would say: "Are you on drugs, Moore?" To which I could say with 16-year-old insouciance: "Yeah I am actually, Miss." "Is it because you are from a broken home?" she would ask, believing this to be helpful.
But I was always far more interested in drugs than drink, which was freely available at home. My mum drank, and Christmas usually consisted of her shoving the dinner on the table, scotch in hand, crying and saying we were "gannets" for gobbling it up. The family dysfunction had become even more apparent with the death of my grandmother. My grandad, who was deaf, had to live with us, which meant the TV on full volume all the time. So I dropped the acid very late on Christmas Eve and went home at about 8am but my mum made me come down for Christmas dinner which, because we were working class, we had to have about noon. I was dressed in black and freaked out by tinsel worms everywhere. Crackers were possible bombs as my mum was so cross. Why did the chicken cross the road? This sent me down a corridor of massed chickens on zebra crossings. Were we eating a chicken that had crossed the road?
My mum was understandably angry and said I needed a drink. And gave me eggnog. My grandad (a Tory) had not been so cross since I had joined the Workers' Revolutionary party at 14. I was indeed being entirely selfish and was rebelling. Against what though?
My last memory is throwing up but being fascinated by the colours of my own puke. Mum may have slapped me at this point and I don't blame her.
But I really don't want to be a bad influence, kids. I think in the right circumstances acid is amazing but advocaat … it's lethal. Just say no.
Less gratuitous than usual accompanying musical number: Chicken references.But I was always far more interested in drugs than drink, which was freely available at home. My mum drank, and Christmas usually consisted of her shoving the dinner on the table, scotch in hand, crying and saying we were "gannets" for gobbling it up. The family dysfunction had become even more apparent with the death of my grandmother. My grandad, who was deaf, had to live with us, which meant the TV on full volume all the time. So I dropped the acid very late on Christmas Eve and went home at about 8am but my mum made me come down for Christmas dinner which, because we were working class, we had to have about noon. I was dressed in black and freaked out by tinsel worms everywhere. Crackers were possible bombs as my mum was so cross. Why did the chicken cross the road? This sent me down a corridor of massed chickens on zebra crossings. Were we eating a chicken that had crossed the road?
My mum was understandably angry and said I needed a drink. And gave me eggnog. My grandad (a Tory) had not been so cross since I had joined the Workers' Revolutionary party at 14. I was indeed being entirely selfish and was rebelling. Against what though?
My last memory is throwing up but being fascinated by the colours of my own puke. Mum may have slapped me at this point and I don't blame her.
But I really don't want to be a bad influence, kids. I think in the right circumstances acid is amazing but advocaat … it's lethal. Just say no.
*Reminds us of Bob Lewis (Real name!) who "dropped a tab" before crummy cafeteria dinner one Friday evening & later stated the spaghetti on his plate had been crawling like worms.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Late 20th Century Stage Diving
By
M. Bouffant
at
00:01
What Zappa wrought. One needn't view past the zebra falling down.(Has it been 20 yrs.? Errk.)
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Actual Seasonal Reason
By
M. Bouffant
at
21:30
By the time this is read, it will be winter in the northern, or "civilized," hemisphere. Brrr.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Satire Dep't.
By
M. Bouffant
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15:30
We'd be remiss if, after sourcing material & a link, we didn't note that GACBS ran several doses of good ol' American lampoonery, yada recently. This one was reprinted in paperback; you (where "you" means "we sure as hell hadn't") may never have seen it in color.Possibly not reprinted in paperback. Self-parody.Crazy v2.X. PoopPlop. The Holiday Party.
Inside The Conserve-O-Mind
By
M. Bouffant
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06:30
In a bit of pimpin' from the all new & improved PJMedia LLC, we were informed of a new & improved cult deal.
And sure, PJMedia disclaims the whole thing, but the Humanetics (!) people haven't been conning rubes for "six decades" w/o knowing who & where the suckers are. Takes a big one to buy into something like this:
Concerned persons suggest that unless there is an awakening, government in America's republic will continue being transformed into a foreign ideology. Ask yourself, is there an awakening powerful enough to halt that juggernaut of governmental control of what its citizens can and cannot do?And we thought "Nature's Wake Up Call" was when the wretched & aging of the earth had to get up & go in the middle of the night. After which we wouldn't mind some of that eternal sleep ourself. Wrong again, 'though!
The writer would like you to consider that people's awakening to the existence of a natural law has that power. It is known as nature's law of absolute right.
Website alphapub.com tells people worldwide how to get out of trouble, stay out of trouble, and start a new way of life.
Creation's law of absolute right states: Right action gets right results; wrong action gets wrong results. The law defines right action as thinking and behavior that are rational and honest, correctly resolving each situation.
People's motivation consisting of man-made laws, personal beliefs, likes, dislikes, wants and don't wants does not conform to creation's law of absolute right, and when wrong results occur, people have not known to look to themselves.
Laws of nature never play favorites. People obey natural laws or they suffer the consequences. That is the awakening information this generation needs. If people ignore nature's behavioral law, eventually they suffer an eternal sleep.
Whoever or whatever is the creator revealed this behavioral law to the mind of Richard W. Wetherill in 1929 in answer to his fervent appeal for an understanding of humanity's plight. And although Wetherill took no credit for identifying this law, his efforts to inform people of the flaw in their thinking was not understood until he published his book, Tower of Babel, in 1952. Then small study groups were formed, and later many members relocated under Wetherill's direction in southeastern Pennsylvania.
So much for a brief history of the group that now brings you the good news of the law of absolute right, and to the awakening that it brings.
Centuries ago the Founding Fathers of America did their best to establish a country ruled in a God-fearing way by representatives of the people. Newcomers from other countries, willing to be governed by its Constitution and Bill of Rights, came in droves. Now, the divergence of political thinking is causing serious turmoil and confusion.
There is only one solution to this problem: people must heed Nature's Wake Up Call and conform to nature's behavioral law of rational, honest thoughts and action. They will be mighty glad they did!
And sure, PJMedia disclaims the whole thing, but the Humanetics (!) people haven't been conning rubes for "six decades" w/o knowing who & where the suckers are. Takes a big one to buy into something like this:
Behavioral responses require that same attitude. Do not act for personal reasons; act because a self-enforcing, natural law requires people's obedience.(All emphasis & coloring theirs.) Not what we'd call "libertarian." (Of course, what do we know?) But what would PJSuperstar Glenn Reynolds think?
For ages people have sought to control their behavior and have suffered myriad troublesome results. Nature's law of behavior when obeyed unites people, allowing them to enjoy the benefits that then control and favorably affect their lives.
Anyway, the suckers in this case are right there at PJ Media, eating up stuff like:DECEMBER 20, 2011
Posted at 9:00 am by Glenn Reynolds
- 'Ding Dong! Kim Jong Is Dead'
- Memo to World Diplomats: Don't Cry for Kim
- Tea Party Leader's Gun Arrest Highlights Tyranny of Law
- The Case for 'Outing' Gay Congressmen and Staffers
- Why We Need More Leaders Like Vaclav Havel
- David Cameron Bats Another Century
- Coming War Threat: Terrorists Developing a Safe Haven in Egypt to Attack Israel
Monday, December 19, 2011
Girl Talk
By
M. Bouffant
at
20:47
The story behind Mme. Gingrich's hair.
Having just undergone a Washington, D.C., salon’s best attempt to Callistify me, I now know that hair like that doesn’t come easily—in fact, it suggests a certain strength of character on Callista’s part that she’s able to do that to herself every single day. And I’m much less inclined, now, to judge her for looking a little off-kilter. The fumes from that many products mingled together and swirling around her head must be dizzying.And so on.
And Best Wishes for The New Yr.
By
M. Bouffant
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15:01
We like the images that accompany this musical number. They serve as an antidote to the constant cant of this time of joy & sharing. What a despicable species you are. Do the planet a favor & bugger off, would you?
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Proto-Ig
By
M. Bouffant
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22:53
We only hope we look as good as ? if we live to his age. (We should only hope we look as good ever, period.)Note crappy NYC honky clapping. Have you people no shame?
And enjoy Ronnie Spector as she enjoys never having been shot (fatally, at least) by Phil Spector.
Plus which: 1998, Coney Island. Working the crowd.
And enjoy Ronnie Spector as she enjoys never having been shot (fatally, at least) by Phil Spector.
Plus which: 1998, Coney Island. Working the crowd.
The Kim is Dead, Long Live The Kim
By
M. Bouffant
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20:36
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| North Korean leader Kim Jong-il (right) with his third son and heir-apparent Kim Jong-un Photo: EPA |
How wacky!No one inside North Korea would ever hear of this excess. Kim has banned mobile phones, newspapers, the internet and books. In 2004, he brought in a new criminal law, penalising anyone who tried to bring in outside music. Talking about his successor is banned too.
However, Kim is not technically in charge. His father, Kim Il-sung, who died suddenly of a heart attack in 1994, was proclaimed "Eternal President" and never replaced. Kim junior, who took up the post of General Secretary of the Workers' Party of Korea and head of the National Defence Commission, simply expresses his deceased father's will.
Int'l. Double Death Action
By
M. Bouffant
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20:21
Vaclav Havel, Former President of Czech Republic, Dies at 75OK, a bit late on that one, but here's some hotter shit:
Kim Jong-il, the reclusive dictator who kept North Korea at the edge of starvation and collapse, banished to gulags citizens deemed disloyal and turned the country into a nuclear weapons state, died Saturday, according to North Korean state news media.Will this have any effect on anything that matters to us? Our immediate guess is no, other than an increase in inane droning blather on which spawn of Kim/mystery man will now take the reins, what that will mean, blart. Probably not even floods of refugees.
Called the “Dear Leader” by his people, Mr. Kim, the son of North Korea’s founder, remained an unknowable figure. Everything about him was guesswork, from the exact date and place of his birth to the cause of his death to the mythologized events of his rise in a country formed by the hasty division of the Korean Peninsula at the end of World War II.
North Koreans heard about him only as their “peerless leader” and “the great successor to the revolutionary cause.” Yet he fostered what was perhaps the last personality cult in the Communist world. His portrait hangs beside that of his father, Kim Il-sung, in every North Korean household and building. Towers, banners and even rock faces across the country bear slogans praising him.
Read More: http://www.nytimes.com/?emc=na
Fanboi Clubhouse
By
M. Bouffant
at
20:02
Having spent much of the wknd. associating w/ humanoids, you can bet your flabby ass we're in a bad mood, & surprised we didn't run & mock these earlier, considering they were taken close to a mo. ago.Look up "Commodity Fetishism, Temple of" in the dictionary & one of the above images will appear.
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