Friday, November 16, 2012

The Sweat In Your Pizza


Can you taste the hard work? Can your distinguish from the cheese and pepperoni that taste of musk from the drops of sweat that rolled off the wet forehead of the man who spread the toppings on your behemoth pizza?

Thank the wage slaves who made it possible.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

So stately & corporate looking


during the debate. You could hardly guess how willing they are to blow up other countries.

I've been handled


and re-handled, mishandled and handed over, and handed back again. I've been promoted for my handleability, and chastised for my handlelessness and losing my handle and shaving my head.

Here's your fame. Here's your American Dream.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Trying to Stop WWIII


Moby Dick rumored to be destroying US battleships in the Strait of Hormuz. Israel claims the great white whale is Iranian by nature. The rest of the world says the whale is just a whale with no national allegiances of any kind.

Either way, the battleships are in place. 

Friday, September 14, 2012

First Thing You Do When You Wake Up


is dump the contents you deposited in your old bed pan during the middle of the night into the alleyway below. You don't even look out the window anymore to be certain nobody is in the way.

You are from the Middle Ages, and you live like a dog.

Getting out of bed.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Space Shuttle Endeavour Blew Through


your neighborhood, but you didn't have a chance to catch it. Your neighbors said it was a "pretty fascinating" twenty seconds. Seeing the five story space shuttle yanked through your city's streets. Its wings knocking over all the trees.

Decades worth of natural desecration.

Space shuttle Endeavour makes its final destructive mission

Sunday, September 2, 2012

You Had the Beach House In Malibu


and the crisp Benjamins and the quirky escort service girls and the martinis and a view of the Pacific Ocean. You've lunched with the Danny DeVitos and the Naomi Wattses.

You've also lived in the slums. You've seen people die. You've chased the American Dream.  

Friday, August 31, 2012

Hard work & the American Dream


let us tell you about it. Shh! Listen up!

Murray Miners forced to listen to Mitt Romney. Give up your day of pay.

LA traffic snarled for hours so famous people can pay $45,000 a plate to watch their Supreme Commander speak.

Fascism with a smile.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Back When Nut Wards Were Respectable

"Insane Asylum, New Orleans, Louisiana, corner Marigny and Old Levee streets, 3rd District, 1864"
And you could sit around and read Dostoevsky all day and go to bed early.

Brandon Raub sent to nut ward for unruly Facebook posts

Thursday, August 23, 2012

When Your Radio Spits Out Marxist Propaganda


It had been playing tinny music only a minute ago! But then a crackle, a snarl, and then a gruff female voice breaks into the regularly broadcast tunes. It says:
The future of the world rests in the hands of America. The future of America rests on the backs of 80,000,000 working men and women and their children. We are facing a grave crisis in our national life. The few who profit from the labor of the masses want to organize the workers into an army which will protect the interests of the capitalists. You are urged to add to the heavy burdens you already bear the burden of a larger army and many additional warships. It is in your power to refuse to carry the artillery and the dread-noughts and to shake off some of the burdens, too, such as limousines, steam yachts and country estates. You do not neet to make a great noise about it. With the silence and dignity of creators you can end wars and the system of selfishness and exploitation that causes wars. All you need to do to bring about this stupendous revolution is to straighten up and fold your arms.
Dear Jesus! you say. Is that Helen Keller, or who? Give me back my fucking music. Give me back my Elvis Presleys. And cut it out with the Marxist propaganda! 

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Let me tell you




"If only she knew how big of a bitch she is all the time, she would break down in a tremendous show of despair. What a bitch. Capital 'b'. Itch."


"Why don't you tell her?"

"I ain't going to tell her! I don't want to make her feel bad!"

Dah-Dah-Dah


Debt, doubt, and, what was that last one? Despair! Debt, doubt, and despair. Debt, doubt, and despair. Tell the crowd, while capitalizing on the 'd' sounds. Debt. Doubt. And...despair.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Even Noah Had A Little Help From His Friends


If that makes you feel better about selling out, then paste this picture to your wall or clip it to the corner of your bathroom mirror. Noah sold out. Moses probably did too, but with him, we just don't have the proof. And who sponsored the cross the Roman's pinned Jesus to?

Dutch man builds modern day Noah's ark

Thursday, August 2, 2012

A Tribute From An Undisclosed Area of Northern Europe


My good friend and mentor, Hubert Humdinger, has become interested in attributing quotes to pictures of the people who said them.

I've become his test subject. He enjoyed my take on Maria Shriver's "bad energy" ranch, and he, as an exiled cultural philosopher, desperately wished he'd whipped up the idea himself.

But you didn't, you old buzzard! I told him over the phone. You're losing it!