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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 40
Sign: Aries

City: PHILLY
State: PENNSYLVANIA
Country: US
Signup Date: 3/21/2006

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Monday, April 21, 2008 

Current mood:  annoyed
Category: Writing and Poetry

The following is an excerpt from a speech Hillary Clinton gave to a group of residents of a small Pennsylvania town where times are tough since all the factory jobs moved away:

"Barak Obama thinks folks like you are 'bitter.' Well, if you ask me, he's the bitter elitist with a fancy law degree from an Ivy League school . . . I know I attended Yale Law School, but I didn't inhale any of the elitist atmosphere while I was there. I was too busy trying to keep Bill (then only my first and only boyfriend) from chasing after those slutty undergraduate girls. Anyway, he's the bitter elitist is where I was going with this. On the other hand, I'm the upbeat elitist--er, I'm the upbeat candidate-- never mind . . . I misspoke when I referred to myself as an elitist. I'm just upbeat and positive, just like you folks. See, that's what Bitter Barak doesn't understand the way I do. His elitism prevents him from understanding how upbeat and positive folks like you and I are. He's completely out of touch with your experience.

"We have a lot in common, actually, aside from our all being upbeat and positive. Let me explain. All the manufacturing and other factory jobs with their high wages and union benefits moved away to sunny Mexico after the North American Free Trade Act went into effect. NAFTA is something we have in common--you folks lost your jobs because of it, and my husband signed it into law with my enthusiastic support. I've always defended Bill's decision on NAFTA, in fact, precisely because it gives me another close tie to the good people of Pennsylvania factory towns. Bitter Barak thinks you are bitter about losing your jobs due to NAFTA, but I know better. Small town America knows how to roll with the punches--incidentally that's another thing we have in common--I know how to take a punch as I've mentioned during my campaign. Anyway, small town America knows how to move on and find new skills, not waste their time letting the collapse of the local economy embitter them. Heck, I'll bet you folks were down right happy for the Mexican workers who replaced you--Bill really gave them a lucky break after all. I'm sure you folks would warmly congratulate each and every new employee of your old companies if you could. I can feel it.

"Instead, Bitter Barak assumes you've all bitterly turned to religion, guns and anti-immigrant views. Well, that may be what a bitter guy like him would do in your place, and that shows just how out of touch he is with you and your values. Let's talk for a moment about why he's so wrong about your views in all three cases.

"First, take religion. What he doesn't understand is that you folks didn't just suddenly turn to religion to soothe your bitterness over your sudden job loss and impending economic distress. I know this because I've had my people pull the evidence together that supports my claim. The fact is that not a single new house of worship has been constructed or even expanded since your jobs literally went South. Truth be told, several congregations have disbanded because not enough parishioners were contributing money to fund their operations. Therefore, it is outrageous for Bitter Barak to suggest that communities like yours are nursing their bitterness with their faith. Don't get me wrong though--I can feel how strong a force religion is here. So much so that I'll bet the workers who took your jobs, the executives that made the decision to relocate operations, and all the politicians and diplomats, especially my husband, who worked so diligently to make NAFTA a reality, are all in your prayers every Sunday. Bitter Barak simply misses the point, but then he is a closet Muslim and they're know to hold one Hell of a grudge.

"Alright, guns are next. Bitter Barak thinks that you express your frustration and bitterness about your tenuous economic situation by stockpiling guns and venting your anger and bitterness firing round after round at human-shaped paper targets at your local firing range or gun club. It wouldn't surprise me if he imagines that you even visualize the fine Mexican gentlemen who took your jobs when you shot at those targets. An elitist like him just doesn't get it. On the other hand, I know that nothing could be further from the truth. I understand that you folks are displaying American ingenuity and being proactive. You folks are dealing with your grossly reduced economic circumstances and hunting (or practicing your marksmanship skills in order to hunt more efficiently) in order to put food on your tables when you can't afford groceries. What's more full of American optimism than that? Bitter Barak doesn't get this either.

"Finally, Bitter Barak seems to think that having your jobs outsourced to Mexico due to NAFTA has made you folks bitter about immigrants, even legal ones, who come here to compete for any remaining jobs in communities like yours. Now, I know this one can't be true either. Seriously, call me naïve, but I doubt even Bitter Barak can't believe you folks would be this unfair. If we are allowed to send well-paying jobs and business operations to abroad, to compete with local companies for the workers there, then fairness demands that workers from abroad should be allowed to come to your communities and compete for any remaining jobs on an equal footing. Bitter Barak might think you fear competing with immigrants, but I know you folks are upbeat and happy to meet this challenge head .. all, America is the great melting pot. I'll bet you folks greet immigrants by showering them with house-warming gifts.

"Well, so much for you folks being bitter. It's too bad Bitter Barak is so out of touch with your experiences and values. I certainly hope I can count on your vote on April 22nd -- a vote for Hillary is a vote for some one who really understands you. Just say no to elitism and vote for me. Thank you for your time and attention."

Senator Clinton and her entourage made a harrowing dash for her campaign bus through a hail gun fire from a group of apparently quite bitter Pennsylvanian snipers.

Saturday, April 12, 2008 

Current mood:  amused
Category: Writing and Poetry

Nobel Peace Prize winner, Oscar Award winner and former vice president Al Gore announced today that the climate change crisis requires more ambitious measures than humans alone can muster.  The text of Mr. Gore's remarks appears below:

"Today we expand our climate change crusade to include the after life.  I call on Satan to convert Hell to eco-friendly damnation practices.  With all the fire, brimstone and sulphur emissions, Hell is a far larger polluter than any surface polluter, even the oil company.  All of Hell's greenhouse gases and other pollutants make their way up through the earth's crust and escape through volcano craters.  There is no reason that Hell should have the world's largest carbon footprint, because there are so many ways to torment souls for eternity without such needless pollution.  I implore Satan to appoint a team of demons to develop green, sustainable torture techniques (perhaps he could send observers to Guantanamo for helpful hints).  Hell can and must become an earth-friendly land of eternal torture or earth will become as hot as Hell is today."

Satan did not immediately return repeated phone call  seeking his comments on Mr. Gore's speech.  However, a demon familiar with Satan's initial reaction to Mr. Gore's speech stated, upon condition of anonymity that the Prince of Lies considered Mr. Gore's comments particularly incendiary in light of the recycling program Satan recently implemented.  To with, souls must now reduce their torture carbon footprint to zero by generating carbon credits as they are prodded organically grown pointed bamboo sticks.

Sunday, April 06, 2008 

Current mood:  apathetic
Category: Writing and Poetry

Charlton Heston’s family issued a statement today announcing the Hollywood legend’s death from advanced Alzheimer’s Disease.  Right before he died he reportedly mumbled some nonsense about a planet where apes evolved from men that puzzled the family members gathered by his bedside.

Later at the funeral home, an unnamed mortician finally removed Heston’s gun from his cold, dead hand.

Funeral plans will be announced in the coming days.

Sunday, December 16, 2007 

Current mood:  angsty
Category: Writing and Poetry

In the days following the release of the controversial Mitchell Report, a second steroid scandal erupted tainting one of the most important competitions of all time.  New evidence strongly suggests that one of  the participants in the fabled race between the tortoise and the hare used performance enhancing drugs.

The tortoise has long thought to have pulled out his unlikely victory over the hare by his "slow and steady" approach to the race, but new evidence suggests that he was actually blood doping, taking designer steroids and tortoise growth hormone.  The tortoise's trainer has testified before a grand jury investigating steroid use in interspecies sports competitions that he injected the tortoise under the shell numerous with numerous performance enhancing drugs in the months before the race.  Prosecutors also showed the grand jury how radically the tortoise's shell grew during this six month period.

The tortoise has vigorously denied that he took performance enhancing substances.  He insists that his unexpected success merely reflects his hard training and slow and steady strategy.  Although he acknowledges that he received numerous injections from his training, he claims the trainer told him they were vitamin shots and other legal substances.

The hare has announced that although he has always vaguely suspected that he was cheated, now with overwhelming evidence of foul play, he has demanded to be declared the winner of the race by disqualification.  Further, he wants a large asterisk carved into the back of the tortoise's shell to demonstrate that his performance was tainted.

Currently reading:
Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West
By Cormac McCarthy
Release date: 05 May, 1992
Thursday, December 13, 2007 

Current mood:  silly
Category: Writing and Poetry

Spouse abusers around the world are mourning the passing of Ike Turner today.  Mr. Turner served as an inspiration millions of people who violently abuse their mates, and he will be sorely missed by them.  For many in the general public, Mr. Turner was the face and ambassador of spousal abuse as described in disturbing detail in ex-wife Tina Turner's autobiography.

To mark Mr. Turner's passing, today abusers are wearing black "wife-beater" undershirts.  As a further tribute to Mr. Turner, all pimp hands will be only half-raised for the next week.

Mr. Turner's family has requested that, in lieu of flowers, donations be made to charities that promote domestic violence.

Currently reading:
Hot Water Music
By Charles Bukowski
Release date: October, 1983
Thursday, December 06, 2007 

Current mood:  bored
Category: Writing and Poetry

As the sex scandal that has rocked the prestigious wizard academy continues to unfold, Dumbledore, its beleaguered headmaster, announced today that he has decided to cancel the school's quiddich team's remaining season while the school investigates the allegations of rape leveled against three team members earlier this week. New details have also emerged about the alleged rape in question.

Apparently, the accuser is a muggle who went to the house where six of the team members live off-campus to perform a strip tease routine during a team party. According to the alleged victim, three of the teammates forced her into the upstairs bathroom after joking about penetrating her with the handle of a flying broom.

Inside the bathroom, she claims, one of the young wizards rendered her helpless by casting a date rape spell on her with the incantation "carnus violatum." The three then took turns having sex with her. The alleged victim was later found in a convenience store parking in a disheveled, disoriented state. When she claimed she'd been raped the police put her on one of their squad brooms and flew her to a nearby hospital where she was treated and released.

The three accused wizards are free on bail but have had their wands confiscated by the authorities. Prosecutor Michael Nifong will be handling the case in spite of allegations that he conjured up evidence previously in a similar case.

Currently reading:
Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West
By Cormac McCarthy
Release date: 05 May, 1992
Monday, December 03, 2007 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

General Mills issued a press release this morning before the stock markets opened announcing the termination of its long-time spokesperson for its Green Giant brand of canned vegetables, the Jolly Green Giant. The Jolly Green Giant has been embattled in recent weeks as feminist groups have steadily increased the pressure on General Mills to terminate the Giant for his insensitive and politically incorrect laugh. Megan Flynn, a spokesperson for the National Organization for Women, stated, "Calling it your laugh does not make it alright to bellow 'Ho! Ho! Ho!' over and over again. Using the term to sell canned vegetables is a reprehensible, chauvinistic practice that has to end if gender equality is to be achieved in our society."

The press release quotes, Heywood Jablomi, the company's Chief Communications Officer, as follows, "General Mills is committed to a zero tolerance policy on bigoted, insensitive speech on a company-wide basis. Our once beloved spokesperson, the Jolly Green Giant, has crossed that line for too long. Although the Giant has apologized--and even though we are confident of his sincerity--we, as an organization, have decided it is best for all concerned if we sever our relationship with the Giant effective immediately. That said, we wish the Giant well in all his future endeavors. Sprout will be our interim spokesperson until we can find a permanent replacement for the Giant."

As Mr. Jablomi noted, the Giant has apologized for what he characterized as his "unfortunate laugh" and has claimed that he only wanted to demonstrate the pleasure he takes in his work. His laugh, he says, was never meant to "imply that women who buy our canned green beans and corn niblets were sexually promiscuous , and I give everyone who has been offended by my commercials my sincere apologies."

When asked whether she was satisfied with the apology, Ms. Flynn responded, "Too little, too late. Perhaps if he apologized when this issue first came up, we might have been satisfied; however, the Giant did not offer his apology until supermarkets were removing Green Giant items from their shelves in response to the growing public outcry over this issue that he spoke up."

This is a major victory for feminist groups who were recently reeling from the news that disgraced shock jock Don Imus was returning to the radio wave after feminist pressure lead to his ouster last spring for insensitive comments about a women's college basketball team. "This is a major victory for us, and we'd like to keep pressuring public figures who make insensitive comments. Our next target who happens to have a very similarly insensitive laugh is Santa Claus whose 'Ho! Ho! Ho!" laugh is particularly disturbing because of his overwhelming popularity with children. He represents a particular challenge for our organization because he is self-employed. We can't pressure his employer to terminate him, so we've really thought 'outside the box' on this project. We've decided that we are going to pressure the Keebler Elves to hire away all of Santa's toy making elves to expand their cookie making operations. Without sufficient elves to operate his toy shop, we feel confident that Mr. Claus be forced to apologize for his insensitive laugh and promise to express jolly-ness in a more politically correct manner."

Mr. Claus did not immediately return telephone calls seeking his comments.

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I wrote a version of this a few months ago but it was too long after the Imus scandal to be relevant, but now that he has returned to work, I thought it would be topical. A New York Times article stating that an Australian group is campaigning to get Santa's laugh changed to "Ha! Ha! Ha!"--I'm not making this up--convinced me to dust it off. I didn't know terms like "Ho" were a big problem Down Under. Aussie thugs? Anyway, I chuckle to myself about the idea that networks would have to re-dub all those old clay-mation Christmas specials with Ha! Ha! Ha! Good times all around. Here is a link to the New York Times piece: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/25/nyregion/25towns.html?_r=1&oref=slogin.

Currently reading:
Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West
By Cormac McCarthy
Release date: 05 May, 1992
Tuesday, November 20, 2007 

Current mood:  chipper
Category: Writing and Poetry

As you all know, I have taken almost a year-long hiatus from blogging. What none of you know is that I took this hiatus to start a cult of my own. I didn't think it would take so long to get a small cult going, but it turns out it much trickier than you might think. I met with a lot of adversity and, as a public service, I'd like to post the following helpful hints about starting a cult. I want to save you from making some of the same mistakes I made so that something positive can come out of my travails. Alright, here we go.

1. Leadership

Make sure that you are the leader of any cult that you start. Boy, is this one that I learned the hard way. Several times I started a cult with someone else as its leader. Each time things broke down. You see, we always had differences, me and the cult leaders, and I was quickly marginalized. They always thought it was all about them, which gets old fast. Reduced to the status of a lowly follower, I lost interest and resigned from my own cult (talk about humiliating). You might hear from other cult members that I was exiled, but that's not how it happened. Incidentally, all three of the cults I started and then left are still thriving today without me.

2. Names

Don't refer to your cult as a cult. Recruiting followers is much more difficult when you use the word cult in your name. I never could attract any interest in my "Cult of the Monstrous Cheese," but I had wild success with the same concept when I renamed it "The Tabernacle of the Yummy Triple-Cream Brie." Trust me on this--people get suspicious when they hear the word "cult" regardless of how much you spend on cheese at a specialty foods store.

3. Object of Worship

You have to put a lot of thought up front in selecting the object that your cult is going to worship or the icon/idol that will symbolize the diety to be worshipped. In the case of "The Tabernacle of the Yummy Triple-Cream Brie," the giant wheel of brie on the altar (well, my coffee table) in my apartment spoiled and grew moldy before I had even half a dozen followers. I must have forgotten to put it in the refrigerator after our last meeting. I managed to replace the first brie before the next gathering of my followers, but when I went to the fridge to put it out for the meeting, I discovered that my roommate had eaten it. Bastard. I didn't have time to run out and get another brie, so I had to cancel the meeting. None of my followers came back for the next meeting, and I was stuck with a whole wheel of brie. I ended up eating the whole thing myself--I gained 5 pounds. After that debacle, I stuck to durable icons like rubber chickens and coffee tables themselves. I'm glad too because it turns out that a lot revenue a cult takes in is from merchandising its icons. It's second only to getting followers to sign over all their worldly possessions to the cult (and borrowing as much as possible before they default on their mortgages and credit cards).

4. Timing

Never set a definite date for the apocalypse, enlightenment, alien arrival or whatever prophesy you use to unite your cult and to give your followers hope for the future. Time has a way of passing and no matter how far in the future you set the date for your prophesy to be fulfilled, that day will come. Trust me--sooner or later it will arrive and usually before you know it. Much better to leave it open ended, so you never have to face your followers after the date comes and goes without anything happening. You don't want to have to tell them that their diety or savior must have gotten stuck in traffic. It gets ugly, especially when the fathers of the teenage girls you've had your way with want some answers.

5. Compound

Shop around before you purchase an isolated compound to house your followers. First, most real estate agents look at you funny when you say you're looking for a cult compound. That is a tip off that you aren't dealing with the right agent. Best results come when you're represented by a member of your flock. That's where the deals are since he or she will usually waive their commission.

Second, when you walk through Sunday afternoon open compounds, take what the seller's agent tells you with a grain of salt (unless he or she is one of your loyal followers). They're always trying to hype up their compound listings--they work on commission after all. Along the same lines, read the disclosure statements carefully, especially the section that deals with rodent problems and the one that describes any previous ATF and/or FBI raids. Caveat emptor.

Also, just like other types of real estate, it's all about location, location, location. You want an isolated compound of course. The compound should be isolated and outside of any cell phone network coverage. Keeping your followers out of touch with the real world is so important I can't over-emphasize it. News from the outside world can only lead your followers astray. For instance, when I built a cult upon the divinity of Lindsay Lohan, the whole thing went south when one of my so-called followers got a hold of a supermarket checkout tabloid detailing her substance abuse and erratic behavior.

6. Weaponry

Arm your cult. No matter how thoroughly you've researched your compound, the feds can still take an interest in your activities. You must be prepared to defend the compound to the death (well, to the death of your followers at any rate). Naturally, this requires lots of supplies (food, water, and medicine) in addition to munitions. Followers are worthless if they aren't willing to take a bullet for you. Stockpile, stockpile, stockpile.

7. Hero Worship

Another issue that requires care is whether your cult will worship a person, like Jesus or Lindsay Lohan. I tried that a second time after the Lohan fiasco, and it worked like a charm for awhile. I founded that cult on the belief that Keanu Reeves was the son of God. Boy did that cult flourish. I grew it steadily for many months. My mistake was that I'd never spoken to Keanu or even let him know about the cult dedicated to him. When my flock was large enough to attract media attention, an interviewer asked him what he thought of my cult. Believe me, followers leave the flock real quick when the person you've convinced them is holy calls your cult "a bunch of jerk-offs."

8. When in Doubt

Finally, for all other questions/issues related to cults, just follow my personal mantra: WWLRHD? What would L. Ron Hubbard do? He is the master, the Yoda of cults.

Say, maybe I'll start a cult with L. Ron Hubbard as the holy one. I could have a flock of people who worship people who start their own cults. I could lead a congregation of cult leaders. Hmm….

Currently watching:
Flight of the Conchords - The Complete First Season
Release date: 06 November, 2007
Friday, March 09, 2007 

Current mood:  blah
Category: Life

So I was at my favorite bar the other day and my friends Duffy, Walsh and I were discussing the old days when Saturday Night Live was funny.  I brought up the Nic Cage skit where Nic and his pregnant wife are trying to decide on a name for the little boy in her belly.  Everytime the wife suggests a name Nic shoots it down saying that kids will make fun of him over his name.  He even shoots down Mike and other common names.   The wife asks him repeatedly if he was teased as a little kid and Nic vehemently denies it.  Finally, Rob Schneider comes to the door as a Fedex guy and announces that he has a package for Asswipe Johnson and Nic yells that his name is pronounced "Azzweepay."

The bartender comes over and tells the following story:

Her mother is an intake nurse at a clinic in New Jersey.  Patients sign in and she calls their name in order.  She then asks them about their medical histories, etc.

One day she reads down the list and thinks that one of her coworkers is playing a prank on her. She can't believe the name is real.  She counts the people in the waiting room and sure enough, the number of names match the number of people so the name couldn't be extra.

Cautiously she says, "Shithead?"  No one responds.

A little louder she repeats "Shithead."

After she repeats it a third time, a you woman come up to her scowling and tells her that the name is pronounced "Shi-THEED."

Who would name their kid that?

Currently reading:
Catch-22
By Joseph Heller
Release date: 04 September, 1996
Friday, January 19, 2007 

Current mood:  crazy
Category: Writing and Poetry

Speaking for men everywhere who love boobs, I must protest the gross neglect the breast implant industry has committed. All you do is crank out bags filled with saline or silicone in various sizes and distribute them to women who want to improve their racks.

Where is the innovative spark? Where is the spirit of relentless improvement? Don't guys work at your companies and why aren't they thinking outside the box? When did such stunning complacency set in?

Here is what I mean: the technology for the improvement I'm about to describe has been available for 20 years or so, but no one appears to have thought of this yet. Wake up implant manufacturers!

Go ahead and call up Reebok and work out an agreement to license their Reebok Pump technology and adapt it to your implants. You will create adjustable implants that women and their sex partners can inflate or deflate to their preferred sizes. Every woman can let her lovers customize her chest. What could be better?

Now, I know the objection will be that pumping in air won't feel right. I agree, and that's why I propose pumping silicone in and out. But where to keep the excess silicone when it is not inside the implants? I've thought of that too--remove one of the woman's kidneys and place a sack of silicone connected to the implants by a small plastic tube. Removing a kidney may seem extreme, but women do plenty of grotesque things to improve their appearance. For example, models remove ribs so they'll be more slender; women stuff bags of silicone into their torsos already and undergo all manner of painful surgical procedures. Besides, a second kidney is just plain redundant.

I'd also like to point out that this new procedure would have the happy effect of greatly increasing the number of kidneys available for transplant. Women would feel they were doing the humanitarian thing by getting their implants instead of merely serving their vanity.

Now of course, women will then demand that men in turn have adjustable penile implants with the pump technology. Well, turnabout is fair play.

Currently reading:
Songbook
By Nick Hornby
Release date: 07 October, 2003