Larry Summers Hates To Be Wrong, or Interrupted. A Few Giant Banks, and Guess What, Larry? They’re Still ALL TOO BIG To Fail! The Size of a Bank’s Dick, Does Matter!
Larry Goes To NPR and PBS, and Tries To Sell Us a Bottle of “Old Doc Larry’s Snake Oil Tonic, and Bank Liniment!”
When You Get the Shakes, and Start Seeing Pink Bank Monsters, Just Take a Swig of Old Doc Larry’s Friendly Bank Tonic! Guaranteed to Calm Your Fear of Monopoly!
Better Rethink “The Giant Bank Theory”, Larry! Back To the Drawing Boards for That One!
Larry Says, “Bank Size Doesn’t Matter! It Really Depends On How Well They Fuck You! And That Depends On How Intertwined They Are!”
I Don’t Know About You, But the Last Time I Fucked a Chick, We Were Pretty “Intertwined”! And In General, Chicks Probably Say, the Bigger the Dick, the More You Know You’ve Been Pricked!
Especially If They Can’t Walk for Days! Which reminds me, a Few of my Girlfriends Did Say, I Was an Excellent Lover! Aahh! [Dreamy Look, upwards, at the Sky.] Those were the Days!
[Patting my lap.] Don’t Worry, My Little Winky Dinky, We’ll Make Friends Again! We’ll Get You a Nice, New, Warm Home! And then You’ll Never Have to Be Lonely Again, in Your Little Mouse Cave!
“Peepity weep, Beep Beep!” “Your Welcome, Mr. Winky, I like you too!”
Hey, YOU, on the computer! Shut up! I’m talkin’ to my Dick! You gotta Problem with that? I gotta keep Morale up around here! If I don’t, we don’t get any work done! Be nice to Mr. Winky! He’s a lot more Productive that way! And for these Hard Economic Times, Productivity is VERY Important!
What’s Larry Summer’s Magic Wand Prescription? Take One Bank a Day, and PRAY! And Then Call Me, in the Morning.
Larry’s Bank Medicine Is , “We’ll Wind the Bad Bank Down, and Liquidate It!”
Nice and Neat like!
Okay, so I’m Thinking, WHAT If ALL the Big Banks “Come” At Once? Say, SEVERAL of Them NEED to Be “Liquidated”, All Together, Like In One “Big BANK GANG BANG?” Hmmm, Larry?
Hey! It’s not too far fetched! I Need to Be “Liquid Dated” Too, and I’m a Big Sperm Bank! Will You Buy My Cocky Assets, Take Me On a Date, and Jerk Me Off, Till My Liquid Comes Too? Splurt! Splurt! Oh, Baby, You Got that Special Bank Deposit Touch!
Biting the Big One, Several Times! Oh God, Baby! You’re “Yooj”! You’re a Monster! Just Rub It, ALL Over My Face!
HERE’S THE BIG QUESTION! Who Will Buy My Slutty, Bad Girl, Toxic Tampon Shock, Financially Diseased, Damaged Goods, Bank Pussy “Assets”, When All the Other Big Trampy Bank Pussies Are On “Fire Sale”, Too? What’s a Bad Bank Girl To Do, My Little Pooky Wooky? Hmmm, Larry? You’re Not Gonna Leave Your Wittle Banky Wanky Girl, Out Cold in the Street, are You, My Little Boogum Woogums?
[Big Pout.] I Can’t Sit On the Shelf Forever! My Beauty Assets Will Fade! No One Will Want My Stale Financial Flowers! [Foot stamp, hair toss.] I’ll Have to Settle for a Much Less Lavish Life Style, and My Big Bank Boob Jobs Will Need Another Tax Payer Bail Out! [Hands on Hips. Head cock. Eyebrow lift. Cold Stare. Translation: “No Pussy for you, if you don’t do what I want!”! It’s Dick Starve Time. Manual Self Maintenance Only!]
Will You Do the “Honorable Thing”, and “Shotgun” Marry Me to the Government, with a Big Boob Bank Bailout, When All the Other Big Bank Girls Are Knocked Up Too? Hmmm, Larry?
Bottom Line It, Larry! Just Where Does the Bank Buck, or Bank Fuck, Stop? Does the Shit Stop Here, Or Just Go On, and On, and On?
The 800 Pound Monopoly Bank Monster, Standing in the Middle of the Room, That NO ONE Is Talking About! Remember, Markets Naturally Trend Towards Monopoly! Got It?
How Can You Have “Bank Reform”, If You Don’t Deal With the Bank Monster, Standing In Your Living Room, and Living Under Your Bed?
Mommy! I Think There’s an 800 Pound, Pink, White, Elephant Gorilla, AND Monopoly Bank Monster, Under My BED! I Can Hear Him! Scritchity, Scratchity, BELCH! Mommy, Hurry, He’s Hungry! His Giant Penis Is Coming Thru the Center of My Bed! He’s Trying to FUCK ME!
I’ll Be There In a Minute, Dear! I Have to Take a Swig of Larry’s 100 Proof, Bank Tonic, To Calm My Fear!
On Second Thought, Maybe a Couple of Swigs! What the Fuck, How About the Whole Bottle! This Shit’s GOOD!
Hey There, Pink Elephant, Gorilla, Monster Bank Boy, You’re Kinda Cute! Whoa, Big Boy, Don’t Try and Fuck Me Just Yet, I’m a Good Girl! Give a Girl a Chance To Decide, If She Wants To Be Fucked, or Not! Let Me Kinda Ease Into It, If You Know What I Mean! I’ve Got My Morals, Ya Know!
Let Me Add All This Up Here! Where’s My Calculator? How Much Money Did You Say You Have? WOW! I Ain’t Sayin’ No, But I Ain’t Sayin’ Yes, Yet!
A Girl’s Gotta Be Careful, Ya Know, Sometimes Monogamy, Is Just a One Sided Bitch, of a Bad Ass Monopoly! And You Can Take That To the Bank, Sonny Boy!
Hiccup! Excuse Me! Say, You Got a Light? It’s Kinda Dark in Here! You’re So Fucking Big, You’re Kinda Blockin’ Out the Light!
No? Whatever, Bub, It’s Your Nickel!
What’s the Bottom Line, On Too Big To Fail, Ya Ass Crack? What’s the Dump, On Too Big, for One Liquidation Pail?
Here It Comes! I’m Squishing It Out! Pinching Off a Big Loaner of a Loaf!
Ta Da! Here’s the Big Stinking Pile Of Shit Nobodies Talking About! Oh, Get a Whiff! How Can I Describe It! I’ll Try! Here Goes!
SEVERAL Big Banks Could FAIL AT ONCE! How do you like that shit? Huh, Loaf Cakes? Wake Up, and smell the shit!
Impossible! Our Titanic “Luxury Liner Financial Machine” Was Built Not To Sink! We have the Best Captains, Wall Street can Buy!
It will NEVER HAPPEN! The Sun Will NEVER Set on the British Empire, or on our Amazing Financial Empire! [Point rigid Finger at Sky, and Shake It, with Conviction.]
The idea of Several Big Banks FAILING AT ONCE is Preposterous! PURE BALDERDASH! HUMBUG, I SAY! SKULLDUGGERY, of the WILDEST SORT!
OH?
Try this on for size.
Several Big Bank Failures at Once, Would Overwhelm the Nice, Neat and Clean, THEORETICAL, “Wind Down Liquidation System!” Still Requiring a Government Bail Out!
Damn! I Thought We Had That One Solved! Easy as 1, 2, 3! Just add Milk, One Egg, and Stir! Yummy, Fluffy, Moist, Bank Liquidation Pie, in a Jiffy!
Almost as Sweet as Real Pussy Pie, Smooth or Hairy! In a Lickitty Split! And Oh Baby, I would love to Lick your Split! Hmmm! Juicy, mildly Vanilla, with a little Banana, and both sweet and salty! Not Bad!
How did that go again?
Several Big Banks, Failing All at Once, Bringing Down the Entire System!
Huh! Never Thought of That!
Who da Thunk It?
Not I, said the Big, Fat Cat, Banker Man! Not I, said the Big Pinstriped Pollytishun! Not I, said the Captain of the Titanic!
“Thar She Blows”, said Captain Ahab Loanman, of the Big White Whaling ship, the “Mo’ Be Pricks!”
“It’s the Big Right White himself! The Whale Street, Moby Bank Dick!”
“My God, me Buckos! He’s Yooj! It’s the Monster Sized, Sperm Whale, Whale Street Dick!”
“We’ll Never Survive, Captain!”
“Don’t Get the Shivers, in Your Cock Timbers, Me Boys! Stiffen Up your Mainsail, and hold hard to your wheel!”
“The Wind is Blowin’ the Wrong Way, Captain! He’s gonna Come in all our Faces!”
“Grab your Harpoons, My Brave Mates, and Throw them Directly at His Giant Financial Penis! Don’t let Him Jerk You Off, when he gets in Close, and Tight!”
“Careful now, Lads, if He Ejaculates His Wad of Money all Over you, Your Asshole will never be right!”
“Aye, Captain! Watch Out! It’s the Big Right White, all right! Don’t let him Eat You, with his Greedy Big Appetite!”
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Now, that’s what I call Prose, and Poemetry, combinated into One Fusional Discourse, or what I will now coin as, “Proesettry!”
I obviously have a very severe case, of Poetitus, and Prosetometry.
Beat them pineapples, White boy!
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Wait, There’s More! The “BankMaster X-9000” Slices, Dices, Chops Off Your Balls, and Leaves Them On the Floor!
When Is My Next, “Big, Fat, Greasy Banker Wedding?”
What’s a Banker to Live For? A Bigger, Thicker, Bonis? A Sexier, Dick Sucking Wife? A Lincoln Town Car? A Thicker Pastrami Samich, With All the Fixin’s?
PLUS, as an Added Bonus, the Big Banks Will Still Behave Like a Harmful Monopoly BEFORE They Fail, By Not Competing in the Home Market, Which Will Harm American Consumers (that’s You and Me!), and Destroy the Fair Market we expect (that’s Mom, Apple Pie, and the American Flag!).
So, just How Will You Marry My Trashy Bank Assets, To a Suitable Suitor, Mr. Bank Liquidator Wind Down Man, If All the Big Banks are Intertwined, and “Inter of Course” Infected?
What Do You Do, When They Are All Intertwined, With Promiscuous, Pus Filled, Infected Investments? And They All Have AIDS, “Acquired Investment Deficiency Syndrome”, the Morals of a Slut, and a Venerable Financial Disease, such as Stiff-ill-us, or Helpees Type 4, or Gone-o-Mia!
AND they Could All Be On a Government AIDS Cocktail for the Rest of Their Life, Plus, Carrying Another Man’s Tax Payer Bail Out Baby?
QUESTION! How Can You Liquidate Them All, If They Are All Sick? If They Are ALL Intertwined? And What If the Sick Banks Are an Amazingly Huge, that’s right, “Yooj”, Percentage of the National Economy?
That spells Trouble! Right Here in the River of Derivative City ! And that’s “Trouble”, I say, spelled with a Capital “T”! [Remove straw hat, and start singing and dancing.]
Answer Me That, Mr. Quick on the Draw, Banker Man!
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who’s the Fakest Banker, of them all?
I Say, Faint Bernard Says, “They All is! Size Does Matter, in this Coin of the Realm Sized Case!”
I Can See the Government Bailout Wedding of the Future now, in My Little Crystal Balls!
And the Bank Whores of Gotham say, “You’re SO Sweet, Larry, to let the Taxpayers Marry me again in the Future! I Can Hear the Wedding Bells NOW!”
And the Band, Played on!
A wee little tune called “Moral Hazard”!
By Merrill O‘Lynch, and the Misbegotten Hazards of Yore!
Fie, fie, fiddle dee dee!
Aye, that’s a sweet bit of wedding cake, my little darlin’!
You’re a sexy little whore, aren’t ya?
I’d love to lie between YOUR thighs!
And kiss that Sweet Pussy of yours!
L’chaim, and Goidelic, and Sodom and Gomorrah Galore!
Let’s Hope the Luck of the Irish, is all yours!
Here’s to the Future, of the Big Banks!
And may all the Victims, be you, and yours!
(Now, that’s Poetry! Damn! That’s what I call a real French Poimelette! Dat iz tick and rich, like a chewy and juicy schtick, of Shake Spear Mint gum! With Double Bubbles, of Mid Summers Delight filled Night Dreams! It’s a Eau de Miracle de Toilette! It’s an Epic, of Poetree tismals! More than worthy of Selectamint, in the thick and Weighty Tomes, of Serious Poeddicks!)
(I don’t know, Man, I don’t think it’s Confusing Enough. Usually, the more confusing a Poyim is, the Better it is! That’s what I think! How about You?)
The Humble Shoe
The Shoe Walks.
It never Sleeps.
It sees Everything,
but it never Peeps!
The Shoe,
is Wise.
It never lets us know,
its knowledge,
is in disguise.
Honor the Shoe.
For it Speaks,
even tho we know Not,
what It Sayeth.
Bow Down, before the Shoe!
And Tie it.
Or slip it on.
Whatever!
Just put it on,
and walk a mile in it.
You’ll be Surprised,
what it may tell you.
You may Weep,
And be Unable,
to Speak.
Or you might Dance,
with Joy,
until the floor Squeaks.
Wear the Shoe.
It’s up to you!
Learn what you can.
The dance of life,
is quickly over,
and done,
and may seem,
impetuously,
all too sudden.
Lead by example.
One step,
in front,
of your sister,
and brother.
Even if you Stumble,
slowly, put another shoe,
in front of another,
just like,
a protective Mother.
Carry on,
with Love,
as your main example.
Love,
is what we are all,
searching for.
It can help,
when other things,
are far less than ample.
Above all,
wear the Shoe!
They Protect your Feet!
And they soften the blow,
of Life’s inevitable,
Defeets.
And they help you keep Marching,
To Life’s,
strange and often funky,
Beat.
So when your down and dirty,
and don’t know where to go,
put on your shoes,
and a walking,
we will go.
Life is like that.
You may not know for sure,
where you are going,
but you go.
Signed,
El Faint Bernardo! The Royal Poet to Mars!
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(the first quarter of this epic poim was composed, 4:34 pm to 4:38 pm, plus or minus a few, and finished at 5:27 pm, April 28, 2010 by zee Great Bernardo Slambini! Zee 53 minuto el Pomo! Truly a Masterbeast, of Mega fizzical Poetimidree!)
And…
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Ode, To the Leaf!
The Crinkled Leaves,
of Summers Full Gourd,
lie on the ground,
mere shriveled Servants,
of Winter’s New Lord!
And now their only Purpose?
To Serve Our Future Room and Board!
Loved,
only the way a Mother could Love,
and for Mother Nature to devour,
and Hoard.
Ode, to the Leaf!
It’s Life, is So Brief!
I Love You,
My Lord, and Leaf!
You make me So Happy (sappy?),
I could SQUEAK!
If Only the Trees,
weren’t so Bleak!
(This Poimlet was composatated, from 12:30 pm to 12:34 pm EST, April 27, 2010. By Faint Bernardo, the Magnifico! Perform in an “Iron Jay” Leno, Brooklyn Boxer Voice, or in a thick, Shakespeare stage actor voice, with English accent.)
That Walt Whitman guy better watch out! Him and his “Leaves of Grass”! My ass! Wait till they get a load of my “Ode to the Leaf”! Stockholm, here I come! Ka-Pow! Take that, Poetman!
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Larry’s Bank Logic Sucks! And the Bank Monster? He’s Still Under Your Bed! HELP, Mommy! There’s a Bank Monster, Under My Bed!
Larry’s Big Reason for allowing a few Giant Banks? We Need them to Compete Against Europe and Asia! But That’s Part of the Problem!
When They’re THAT BIG, then they DON’T COMPETE at Home! They Become an Oligopoly of Three, times 2 = the Monopoly Gang of Six! They Become a cunt hair shy of a MONOPOLY! A Cartel! Think OPEC, the Detroit Three (GM, Ford, Chrysler, back in the high cotton days), or Coors, Miller, and Bud.
And Guess what My Friends? Monopoly Style Behavior is BAAADD! Monopoly is a NO-NO! Monopoly is the DEATH of FREE Markets, and the DEATH of COMPETITION!
I’ll even go so far as to say, “Monopoly is the Death of the Freedom giving Benefits of Capitalism”, and that, YES, Monopoly Style Capitalism is “The ROAD To SERFDOM”!
BAM! Eat that, Conservative White Boy! A Nice big Hole, in the Hull, of the U.S.S. Ayn Rand. Thar she goes! Blub, blub, down to the Bottom! Who gives a shrug!
I’ll even go one final step, and say, in my Best Charles Heston, with My Musket M-16 Pen held high over my Head, “Monopoly Style Capitalism, is the Road to the Death of Freedom! If You try to take away My Competition, and my GOP Killer, Teflon Bullet Ink, you will have to pry it from my cold, dead, pistol packin’ Pen Hand! Give me Competition, or Give Me Death! I have not yet begun to Write! I shall Return!”
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The Vision Thing. Hold Her Still, Paw, So I Can Get a Bead On Her!
Monopoly is to be avoided like the Plague. (Bill Gates take note. To be Chiseled on Gate’s Tombstone, “I’m sorry I was a MONOPOLIST. I won’t do it Again. I Promise! God, It’s Hot Down Here!”)
Only when there are valid enough similarities to Early Inventions, like the early turn of the century Telephone System, or the Public Electric Power Grids, or Public Water Systems, should Monopoly be Tolerated and Allowed, and Strongly Regulated and Controlled. Got it?
So, my Free Marketeers, what’s the Lesson for Today?
Monopoly? BAADD! Shouldn’t go there! Not Prudent! Read my lips! No New Monopolies!
BAAAD, I tell ya! BAADD! Vision Thing ALL Cloudy! Barb won’t like it! Won’t STAND!
Not gonna do it! We need a kinder, Gentler Banker nation! A New World Money Order! A New Cash Coalition of the willing, not the Forced!
If only my sons Jeb, and Reb, and the Bushmeister, had been as smart as Barb, and me! Karl R., the Bush Brain, you’re the Son I should have had, ya little freakin’ Pillsbury Doughboy!
A One Horse Liniment Town! Dang Boy, Jus Whut Iz a “Mono-Poly”? Is it Kinda Like, a One Legged PONY? One Legged Pony for Sale! Hops Real Good, Just Don’t Ride It!
A “Home Market Monopoly” Does NOT CREATE Competition, in a Home Market! Remember that! No, MEMORIZE IT! Ya Hayseed BROOKLYN BUMPKIN BOY!
Is this what the so called “free” Marketeers want now? A nationwide, non-competitive, “free (wink wink) market” MONOPOLY?
A home market monopoly, where the risk is “Nationalized” with Taxpayer Bank Bailout Guarantees, so we can then Compete GLOBALLY? Where the People get all the downside risk, and the Banks get all the upside profit? Where we Privatize the Profit, and Socialize the Risk?
Because if that’s the Case, then what we will be doing is Taking Away our Market Freedoms at home, so we can FUCK the other guy Abroad, which will make our Corporations even more Powerful, so they can turn around and FUCK US even Better at HOME. WOW! Talk about STEPPING On Your OWN DICK, trying to run the race faster!
“Gee, Coach, I was nearin the finish line, when my DICK sprang out of my shorts, and I got all Tangled up in it, and then I STEPPED On It, and fell flat on face, and ended up with my DICK in my Mouth, and I ain’t even GAY!”
Why don’t we just all lay our dicks under the Corporate Jackboots right now, so they can grind them up, for a bigger Next Month Profit? “DickDogs”, the new Wall Street Hot dog!
“Step right up, and on it! Get yer Hot DickDogs heeyah! A real New Yawk Mouthful! With mustahd, and relish, and all the fixin’s! Nothin like chewin your own cock off, to make a Profit! A guy has to make a livin’ Somehow! It might as well be chewin’ on a Cock! DickDogs, the New Yawk way, to make a livin’!”
Is it down to, “we’ll put up with the Negative Effects of a BANK MONOPOLY at home, so we can stand up to the Competition Abroad?” Is that it? Cuz if it is, you can CHOP OFF MY Super DICK, right NOW! I don’t want to live in a World like that! You right wing, Republifuck, Dickmaster WeenerBoy!
WARNING! A “lack of competition”, is what you get, when you have a MONOPOLY! It is Definitely NOT Good for Markets, or Consumers, and it’s Certainly NOT the American “Free Market” Way!
Got that, Conservative Pinstripe White BOY? Now eat your Pastrami Samich. And wipe that Mayonnaise Come, off your fat Brooklyn Lips!
I Still Don’t Unnerstan Why a Mono, Mojo, Poly, Phoney, Pony Iz BAD! Can You Xplain It To Me Again, Paw?
Jus How the Hell Do You Pernunsillate that Damn WERD? Yeah, That’s It! Wird Rhymes with Bird! By George, I Think He’s Got It!
The Cash Rain in Spain, Stays Mainly, in the Monopoly Plain! I Think She’s Got It!
What is a Monopoly? I’ll make it real simple for you, just the way Republicans like it.
Real simple, so that blue collar, backwoods, frightened, Angry Simpletons, who have had their Nuts Squeezed Off by Giant Corporations, can understand it.
The Vast number of bumpkins “out there”, blame the Government for their Troubles, becuz they can’t see “Behind the Wizard of Oz Curtain” (the “Corporate Veil”) and see that it is the Corporations who have chopped off our NUTS, stolen our Democracy Balls, and sliced off our Democracy Dicks. Holy Crap, it’s all GONE!
Who are the American Bumpkins? Think Anti-Government Tea Party Townfolk, with pitchforks and Torches, chasing Frankenstein through the Woods.
With Sarah “Barbie” Palin, leading the Mob, yelling “Frankenstein RAPED Me, with His Big Throbbing, Monster Government, Electrode PENIS!”
Now do you get the Bigger Picture? It’s not Big Government that has FUCKED Us ALL, it’s BIG Corporations that have RAPED US, and Used the Lobbyist Controlled Government to do it for them! But they tell us “it was the Government that did it”, NOT the Lobbyists, who are working FOR the Corporations!
Still not clear?
Let me explain this, like you are a 4 year old.
The Government is the Puppet.
The Corporations, and their Lobbyists, are the PUPPET MASTERS!
And You My Friend, are The Audience!
And after awhile, you become a Puppet too, controlled by the Corporations! All strung up by the Corporate Strings!
Good boy! Now you’re Catching On!
No? Okay, one more time! The Corporations used their Money and their Lobbyists, to HI-JACK our government, to Control our Senators and Congressmen, and then rewrite the American Money Game in Favor of the Corporations, and then fooled you, into Blaming it all on the Government!
It’s called “Washington Puppet Theater!” A Hollywood, Detective Mystery, Who Done It, Crime Thriller, Monster Horror Film! But in Real Life, and on your Home Stage!
You, being the Brilliant Motherfucker that you are, then blame it on the Government, which THEN makes it even EASIER, for Corporations to Keep on FUCKING YOU!
How do you like them Apples, Old Blind White Boy? Hmmm? You just woke up, to discover, you’re not only Blaming the Wrong Woman, you’re FUCKING YOUR OWN MOTHER! AAAAAHHHHHH! Damn! I shot the wrong Gal!
You think it was BIG Government that Raped your Daughter, but NO, it was the Sly Corporate FOXES that Humped her! You’re pointing your Shotgun in the WRONG Direction, my Friend! You’re blaming, and hanging, the wrong guy, from the Lynch Mob Tree! What a dumb bunny you are!
What’s a Cartel? Is That Like a “Car Phone?”
You see, Big Corporations, whether they are a Cartel (several companies), an Oligopoly (3 or more companies), a Duopoly (2 companies), or a MONOPOLY (1 company), they STOP Competing, and START figuring out SUBTLE, hidden ways to FUCK YOU.
Now, they don’t come out and say, “We’re maximizing our Profit, and doing it in Subtle ways that fuck you!” Of course Not! The name of the game is to keep you, Little Red Riding Hood, in the dark and clueless, while the Corporate Wolf, wearing Government clothing, EATS YOU!
Corporate Monopoly, and its slightly milder version, the Multiple Member Cartel, is really a Bully, a Thug, a Dictator, and a Wolf, in the Supposedly “Free Market” marketplace! A monopoly becomes “The Only Game in Town”! Or, it’s “My Way, or the Highway”! Or, “Take it, or leave it!” Or, “I’m gonna fuck you, Consumer Boy, whether you like it or not.”
Businessmen even have a word for it. It’s called “Pricing Power”. How Sweet! Sort of like a Rapist saying he has, “Loving Power”. “I’m just giving you what you want, Baby! And you’re gonna like it! Tell me you like it, BITCH! Now, Suck on my Corporate COCK! And tell me you Love It! That’s a Good Girl!”
Put On Your Party Face! Let’s PARTY! Bank Monster Likes to Dance!
And if it’s Several companies, then they all do the SAME THING. They don’t have to TALK together to plan how to Fuck you, they just WATCH what the Other Company Does, and do it Too! GET IT?
Pretty soon, there’s No More “Happy Face, Boy Scout, Mom, Apple Pie” American free market COMPETITION!” Why?
Becuz the Business Game becomes a Corporate Group Team Effort, with a Common Goal of Maximizing Everybody’s Company Profits, by avoiding Price Wars, AND Avoiding Competition, becuz they LOSE MONEY when they really Compete, or have a Price War! Got it, Bumpkin Breath?
It becomes a bunch of Tribal War Lords, agreeing to Cooperate, in a GANG BANG Effort, and Divide up the Territory! Like Gangsters, wanting to Avoid a Gang War! Catching on?
So they all Cooperate to Avoid Competing, and to Avoid Price Wars, and then they all “Male Bond” together, in a Group Rape of You, the hapless citizen and consumer fool!
All done very politely, of course, with lots of warm and fuzzy PR. And since you are the consumer, and the worker, guess who gets Fucked twice, by the Big Chopper Gang, Corporate Rapist War Lords? YOU DO!
Oh what the Hell, it’s inevitable, you might as well just Relax and enjoy it, like a good little Rape Victim!
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and the Wolfman, Are Out To Make You, Go For a Ride!
Poor Misunderstood Bank Monster! He’s Really Very Nice!
You see, the Nice Mr. Market, the civilized Dr. Jekyll, starts out all nice and Civilized, in THEORY, but really ends up being, in Reality, “LOST”, on an island, with Mr. Hyde the Wolfman, and Bank Monster, and now the story is “The Corporate Lord of the Flies”. And Little Piggy, the Innocent One, gets bashed on the rocks, and his head stuck on a stick.
All papered over with warm and fuzzy TV commercial Messages, of course!
“We Fuck You Better, Here at SwingDick Smegma Bank!” “You’re in Good Hands, at Dickster Bendover Finance!” “You’ll Love How We Do You, at Fuckstar Megadick!” “Fuckstar is Your Future!”
“You’re Number One, at American Anal Lube and Loan!” “You are the Future at SoftRape, a subsidiary of InSoft!” “We Care About You, at Universal Rectal Ream and Squirt Bond!” “We have more MBAs (Master Bastard Assholes) at Fucktron, than any other Company!”
“For a Gentle financial Fuck, Try MicroReam by MiniRape!” “You’ll Never Get Raped Any Gentler, at SoftBang!” “Open Wide, It’s Our Job, to Get Inside! Trust ReamOut!” “InSquirt, the new Temporary Permanent Opportunity!” “You’ll Always Go Far, at Fuckstar!” “Fuckstar, We Do You Best!”
Question For Goldilocks, and Little Red Riding Rabbit! Just What Does a Monopoly Become? The Bank Monster Between Your Sheets, Humping You, Till You’re DEAD!
It becomes, “What’s GOOD FOR THE CORPORATIONS, is now gonna be GOOD for the Little People, whether you like it or not!” Oh, but you’re not a “Little People”? Yeah, right! Everything you “OWN” Boy, is “ON LOAN”! Think about that, Mister Minimum Payment, Credit card, Month to month, Mortgage Boy!
Oh, so you think you’ll just buy from another company? Guess what, Mushmouth, the other company has the same fucked up deal, for the SAME PRICE! Didn’t think of that, did you, Monopoly Cartel, Carwash Boy!
In my VERY BEST Edward G. Robinson Voice: “You Dirty Rat! How do you like your Free Market Messiah NOW, Moses? You forgot the Eleventh Commandment, of the Monopoly Market! Thou Shalt Be Screwed, Whether Thou Wants It, Or NOT!”
Plus, as an added side Benefit, we’re also gonna FOOL you, and make you think the Government did it, when it was really the Corporate Lobbyists that did it. It’s called “The Corporate Magic Hour!”, or, “Hey Kids! Its time for ‘Fool the Bumpkin’, the Washington Game Show!”.
And you like it that way, dontcha, Mister Conservative Boy? It let’s you FUCK the People Better, when you’re clawing your way Up, to get Rich as fast as possible! With no rules and regulations, and a monopoly, you’re the only one sticking your dick up the people, and reaming out their assholes.
Monopoly Marriage, Bonded as One, in a Holy Hell of Bastard Matrimony. The Beauty and the Bank Beast!
Chicks like that, when they think you’re the Only One Fucking them. It makes them feel emotionally, and financially Bonded. Makes them feel So Secure, and SO SPECIAL!
And then, in your Big, Generous, Corporate Way, you can fuck her, and Everybody else, and feel like you’re doing Everybody, a Wonderful Societal Monopoly Service!
See, monopoly isn’t bad after all! It’s a Good Thing!
Knock knock! Hellooo! Am I getting thru to that Squirrelly little head of your’s?
Now do you understand why Republicans don’t want a Consumer Protection Agency?
Becuz it gets in the way of Businessmen FUCKING YOU!
What’s the Point, Dude? I Still Don’t Get the Point! This Is WAY Too Confusing! How Can a Bank Monster, Be Under My Bed?
CONCLUSION! You Can’t have these Super Huge, Giant Banks, and then Pretend it’s a Competitive Home Market, with Actual Real live Competition! No Way Pinocchio! You can’t say “a Home Market Bank Monopoly” is Competitive, in it’s home market!
What is it? It’s an “Unspoken Cartel, Bank Monopoly”, with NO Competition! Got it?
Or, it’s an “Unspoken Collusion, Double Oligopoly, Monopoly Contagion, with Mocha Latte.” With a Double Bubble Dick Spritz on top, for extra Zesty Flavor!
And then, My Friend, the Big Boa Constrictor Banks, become Entwined, just like before! Like Big Satanic SNAKES, HISSING, Kissing, and having Snake Sex. And then, once again, they become TOO Big To Fail.
Permanent Bail Out Condition! RED ALERT! Prepare for Nuclear Missile Strike! Can’t Leave Your Bed! Bank Monster Will Grab Your Feet!
And then you have to SAVE all the Pregnant Snakes, all over again, mister Conservative “free” market man! Oh Yeah Baby! Put that Big Sex Snake, ALL the Way up my Virgin Market Vagina! You SNAKE, you! Now wiggle your little hissy snakey Tongue! Hiiissss! Momma likey!
Now, what part of that don’t you want to admit too, mister Larry “Endless Surf Boy” Summers?
Is that your Deal with the Banks? You’ll trade size restrictions on the banks, in exchange for the banks agreeing to regulations that we had before, regulations that the Republicans repealed, and threw away in the last 30 years?
Where’s Black Batman? What Happened to Superman? Where’s Lois Lane, and Clark Kent?
Where has the Justice Department disappeared to, on this Issue of Corporate Monopoly in America? Where’s Barack, the Black Knight in Shining Armor All? Or is Everybody “pimped out”, with Spinner Wheels on?
Larry, you little Brooklyn fucker, you like to Sidestep around Issues, when you are interviewed. You’re a Good little Side Stepper! You think you’re pretty slick.
You may fool the others who can’t understand this econ shit, but you can’t fool me, cuz I understand it. Try and Side Step around Me. I understand the Subject Matter, and I think I understand your Current Game Goals. You may be able to snow the average idiot back in Brooklyn, but not me. That would be making, as they say back in Brooklyn, a “Yooj” mistake.
The BIG QUESTION Remains: How can you have “Bank Reform”, if you allow Banks to grow to Monopoly Size?
Answer me that, Bird Brain.
If you’re too big too fail, you ARE too big, and you are now in, The Wonderful Land, of “Monopoly World”. Where objects, and People don’t behave Normally. Quantum Bank Mechanics, and Quantum Monopoly Physics takes over, and you are now in the strange New World of String Theory, where you, and the rest of your buddies, are just Puppets on a Corporate String!
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And Now for Something Completely Different! Bank Tricks!
Merlin, the Magic Bank Monster! The Magic Mellon Boy, With His Dexterous Finger Dick Tricks! Distract ’em With One Hand, Fool ‘em With the Other!
It’s Bank Magic! It’s the Great Mellon Master, the Great Bank Houdini, and the W. C. Fields “Bank Dick”, All Rolled Into One!
P.S. Regarding the extra dude, the bankster from BNY Mellon, interviewed on PBS Newshour, the same nite as Larry Summers (week of April 18th, 2010). He “side steps” issues too. But his little secret is, he dazzles you with his Finger and Hand Movements, his “Hypnotizing Magic Fingers”. Like a Magician Distracting you for a trick. While you intently and naturally watch his left hand, he completes the Trick with his subtle, unseen, right hand! Only this time, it’s a Verbal Trick!
As he talks, after a while, you start watching his hands, like watching a Snake Charmer charm a snake, and then you start to forget what he’s saying, which I think is part of his plan!
It’s also a way for him to subtly Psychologically Manipulate You (the Better to Eat you with, My Dear) by getting you “in sync”, mesmerized and in agreement with his hand motions, and then, you are more open to his Message! It’s The Famous Doctor Mesmer, Mesmerizing you with his Bank Dick Magic!
It’s SPOOKY! And then, Abra Cadabra! Poof! The Truth is Gone! And Little Red Riding Hood, that’s you, gets sucked inside the Big Bad Bank Wolf!
After a awhile you have to put your whole arm across the bottom of the TV, to block out his Magic Finger Tricks, and then you realize his message isn’t so FUN anymore.
Both of these guys, Larry and the Mellon Man, had to have sold Used Cars, real junkers, at some point in their lives!
Yep! This little Baby’ll getcha where ya need to go! Trust me! Only driven to Church by a little old lady, on Sundays! What? Oh, don’t worry about that! That’s supposed to fall off! That’s not important at all!
After awhile, you realize that for these guys to get to where they got to, they had to have paid a Price they were more than willing to pay. The Question is, how much does that Price they willingly paid, continue to fuck up ALL the Words, that come out of their mealy little mouths, for the Rest of their little Weasel Lives?
It’s like listening to Gorged Swill, and the other Sold Out Pundidiots.
How much can you Trust ANYTHING really, that dribbles, spouts, spews, foams or Vomits, out of their compromised ASSDICKMOUTHS?
We’ll never know The Faustian Terms, of “The Deal” they made, to get in, or on, “The Show”.
Only the Shadows, in their Damaged Souls, Know!
And God.
And you can probably take that,
to the Bank.
Signed,
Your Trusted Observer,
Old Paint, the One Legged Horse Dick!
And,
Faint Bernard,
The fastest,
one eyed,
master baiting,
Quick on the Paw,
Bun slinger,
in what’s left,
of the Old, Free West!
Damn, that’s good Poemetry! Right up there with Lord By-Ron, the RapMaster. Push that Beat button on the Cascio keyboard, I Feels like “composing” me, a Brilly-Ant, pre-programmed, Rapatation! With True Poetic Repetition!
Copyright © 2010 by Bernard Drums! All rights, tonics, and sour mash bourbon whiskey liniments, Reserved.
Next on the list? Why Monsanto is another example of the Negative Effects of Monopoly! And why eating industrialized, chemically impregnated, or genetically modified food, just might make your dick, or clitoris, FALL OFF, into your Soup!
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Waking Up, in the Wrong Future!
You know, I’ve been really feeling like the second “Back to the Future” sequel, for a long time now, where The Kid wakes up and discovers the future is all wrong, and Biff is in Control, and everything about life has gone horribly wrong.
That’s the feeling I’m getting, that the future has arrived, and it’s The WRONG FUTURE!
I’ve been feeling this way for quite sometime now. For example, I haven’t had a decent, sweet, ripe, good tasting cup of frozen, or canned corn, in about 10 years. And I Love corn. Give me a bowl of corn, with some butter and salt, and I’m a Happy Camper. But I don’t buy frozen or canned corn at all anymore.
It just doesn’t taste good anymore. In fact, it doesn’t have ANY Taste at all. It looks yellow on the outside, but inside it has this white plastic cooler foam color and consistency, and tastes like I’m munching on white plastic packing peanuts.
I thought it was the weather, and the corn just didn’t have a chance to get ripe. But now I’m not so sure. Is this that new Genetically Modified Corn, I keep hearing about, or what? Cuz if it is, the days of good tasting corn are over.
Just one more food they’ve managed to Destroy, in order to Sell it. Shades of Viet Nam, “We had to Destroy the Village, in order to Save it.” Now it’s, “We had to Destroy the Food, in order to Sell it, or Package it.”
And I haven’t had juicy, sweet, good tasting, fresh chicken from the supermarket, in about 20 years. If you buy “fresh” chicken, the bones are often all weird, and black and red, and gray and discolored. They should be all white, or a very light yellowy white.
I don’t buy “Fresh” chicken anymore. There’s no “Taste Reward” to eating it.
I heard that Chicken Lobbyists (during the Reagan and Bush #41 greedy Republican era) rewrote the law and “redefined” Fresh, moving the Goal Post so to speak, so that 32 degrees Fahrenheit (the Temperature water freezes) was no longer considered Frozen, but would now be considered “Fresh”, and 0 degrees was now the New Frozen, so they could ship the Chicken over longer distances, and still call it fresh.
Meanwhile, the chicken parts must hover at 32, thawing and refreezing, over and over, in the truck, and on the shelf, and that’s why the bones are discolored, and all the flavor has mushed out of the meat.
Yep! “Had to Destroy the Chicken”, in order to ship it, store it, and still call it “Fresh”. And the Businessman thinks he’s doing you a Favor!
So to solve this New Problem, that the chicken producers themselves Created, people now buy expensive Boneless chicken, and pore gobs of marinade sauce over it, to put the natural sweet flavor back in it, that multiple freeze thaw cycles took out. And the lowly dollar a pound chicken, the FDR chicken that “used to be in everybody’s pot”, now becomes the highly profitable, “Value Added”, Reaganite Republican, 4 dollar a pound, Chicken “tenderloin fillet of steak”.
Got your ears on, Mr. Fucked Up Frank Perdue, and Mr. Tyson, too?
You’re both going to Chicken Hell.
Thanks for fucking up MY CHICKEN, that I don’t buy any more, because it tastes too FUCKED UP!
Now, when you both get to Chicken Hell, there’s No use flapping your wings.
Because both of you, my friend, are gonna BATTER FRY! YEP! As in KFC. Probably the only place left where you can still get good chicken. And both of you guys, are going in a big bucket, where you will be, K-FUCKED!
And Let’s Not Forget! There’s the “MUSIC” Industry! With Industrialized, Manufactured, Defective Music Chickens, and Genetically Modified Corn Tunes! And Old Yowler, the Lead Dog Singer! Christ, Does Any One Tune Up, Any More, These Days?
Sawing My Leg Off, With a Rusty Pen Knife, to Escape the “Music” Noise! No Wonder Music Industry Sales Are Down, They’re Selling CRAP!
And the kids these days? They’re making the Woodstock Baby Boomers look like Geniuses.
How so? Well, Good Black Music disappeared around 1990, after a hundred years of Brilliant Black Musical Creativity. All Gone Now! Poof!
And White Rock? Same thing.
Pretty much “Anything after 1990”,where Poster Boy Curt Cobain, sang like he was in Great Pain, by sitting on a Toilet, and “singing” flat, and out of key, and sounding exactly like he was Extremely Constipated, and desperately trying to take a Dump, of solid Concrete, that was impacted in his ass.
While the band played on, and on, and on, in a sour, flat, drop key DRONE, while Curt howled and screamed in Pain, like a wounded Dog, like a German Shepherd that had been shot by a Nazi Schmeiser machine gun, or had caught his paw in a sharp, steel tooth, Bear Trap, and while dying in the cold snow, he tries to CHEW his own leg off, and all the while with a cinder block sized chunk of shit stuck up his ASS, that no amount of Stool Softener could solve.
No wonder he killed himself, he couldn’t stand the sound of his own voice.
That, my friends, is what I think of Curt Cobain’s “Singing Voice”.
White Boy Rock after 1990 is pretty freakin’ Pathetic. Like Loserville.
(Except a few Creed tunes, when he manages to sing approximately in tune.)
And what’s really sad, is they all think they’re such hot shit.
Which just shows the Power of the Ego, and the Blind Desire to play, at all costs.
Hey Guitar Center! Ya got any Instant Rockstar Kits? With an inflatable black rubber suit, with zippers, buckles and straps? And a Green Arm, tattoo decal sheet? Jar of hair gel? Handbook on “How To Sing Out of Tune?” 49.95 on sale? I’ll take two!
Late night talk shows, here I come!
It All Depends On Just What the Hell You Were Exposed To, Or Not Exposed To.
“Kids Today” wouldn’t know what musical warmth was even if they fell in the Sun.
They wouldn’t know how to sing in key, even if a tuning fork was jammed up their butt.
And they wouldn’t know how to write a full structured song that wasn’t just a never ending, aimless “intro”, even if somebody locked’em in a room, built a brick wall around ‘em, and wouldn‘t let ‘em out, until the Deed was done.
The kids today grew up with Attention Deficit disorder, getting a “Gold Self Esteem Star” just for showing up, and listening to weird, discordant, jangly, out of key, TV commercial jingles, designed to interrupt your trip to the bathroom. This is what you get when you raise an entire generation on cold, coitus interruptus, out of key, jingly jangly, screaming, Sour, Wounded, Shot Dog “music”.
You get what you pays for.
“Classic” Rock from 1990 to 2010? What Classic Rock?
I can’t wait to hear what the Radio is gonna sound like, when they start playing the “Classics” from 1990 to 2010. Just shoot me, like a wounded dog, becuz I don’t wanna be around, when that happens. Just chuck the radio out of the car window, at 60 miles an hour, and don’t look back.
I might as well just stick my head in a Cement Grinder, or a Boeing 747 Jumbo Jet Engine at Full throttle, or a Kitchen Blender on Pulse and High, and record that.
And then, with the recorder still going, Beat your Dog, Poor Fido, with a stick, while the neighbor’s wife runs around screaming bloody murder, like a serial killer is chasing her.
Record ALL THAT, mixed of course by a DEAF “sound engineer”, recently arrived from the Sears School of Carpet Shampooing, and then put some “Pouty Troubled Guys” on the cover, with unwashed, uncombed dirty hair, with lots of Atty Tude, and torn jeans, and weird “I’m Sensitive, I can’t stand up” poses, or macho tough guy poses. And don’t forget, lots and lots of Tattoos, becuz they help you Play Better!
And make sure that the Guy who CAN’T sing and write (but because HE owned the practice space, the van, or the Pa) HE gets to be both the mediocre “songwriter”, and the Sour out of Key “lead singer, Screamer, and Howler”, as well as the Lead fumble fingers GUITARIST, becuz HE is a TRUE Muzical Geeny us!
And then have some asshole label dudes in New Yawk, sign and jam them thru the Giant Telecommunications Ground Meat Machine, for a Quick Fuck Buck, from the next junior high class, of little teen Fucksters.
The Tuning Farts?
So, anyone care to buy a slightly used Tuning Fork? Or never been used? How about, Brand new, in the Box? With Free Shipping? Easy Credit payments? One week delivery?
Hey! You know whut? I think my dogs can sing! Really! Come on Fido, HOWL! That’s it, now Growl! Now sound like you’re Wounded, and in a lot of PAIN!
Damn, you little doggies! You sound just like a Rockstar, from Today!
Whutch you Boys gonna call yourselves?
The Sound , the Fury, and the Noise? The Big Roar? The Jumping, Dancing, Screaming, High Volume, We Don’t Need a Song, or Talent, Band? The Home Depot Key Grinding Machine? The Screaming Wounded Dogs? The Weak and Wimpy, Aimless, Never Ending Intros?
The Sour, Discordant, Cacophonists? The Epileptic Jumping Beans? The Happy, Soft Pussy, Campfire Girls? The Tattooed Freaks Who Got a Gold Record Just for Showing Up and Being Young, and Jammed Thru the Giant Communications Machine, and Splattered On to the Plate of Little Needy Teensters?
Who Needs Talent, when you got a Giant Communications MACHINE, and young impressionable Teens, in need of a Role Model?
Crank up that Volume! Jump around a lot! Flash them lights! And SCREAM! And HOWL, and BARK! Harder, Fuckhead, like you really Mean it! Let me see those Tattoos! I don’t care if you can fucking play or not, just show me the fucking Tattoos!
Now Tattoo your Fucking Dick! I wanna see an entire GREEN, TATTOOED DICK!
Like your dick is entirely covered with a Green Fungus!
There you go! Now you look like a Stupid Fucking Rockstar! Ya big Fucking DICK ROCK!
Now, put your cock in your mouth and say, “Buy my album!”
LOUDER! I CAN’T HEAR YOU! IT’S A LITTLE MUFFLED!
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Pundidiot.
P.S. Oh, Gorged Swill, TV Pundidiot? Keep your Stupid Mouth Shut on Economic Issues. You don’t understand Economics, so you don’t get to speak on it, and mangle and botch it all up.
It’s out of your ball league, Pal, you don’t even Qualify, no matter how much they coach you.
You don’t even get to play on the Farm Team, or the Econ Little League.
If it has anything to do with Econ, just Zip it.
Just drop the bat, Go Home, and play with your baseball cards, and dream about being a Pundidiot, on a talk show some day.
Your Vast Supply of Useless Drivel, is Not Helpful, or in Big Demand.
And the Price on your Economic “Knowledge”, is exactly Zero.
Take that, to your unregulated Republican bank.
The Bankship of Fools.
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It’s a Mystery!
Ya know, I just can’t understand, why the unregulated market, didn’t regulate itself.
Can’t figure that one out.
If I do figure it out, do ya think they’ll give me a Nobel Prize?
Or is that just too complicated to Solve?
I think I’ll start working on Corporate Monopoly next, that one might be Easier!
I don’t wanna overload my brain too much! So I’ll just think about it, a little at a time!
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Final Thoughts! Anybody Got Any Lube?
Let’s see…
Add all this up…
I’m getting fucked by big banks, fucked by the industrialized food industry, and fucked by crappy white and black music…
Anybody see a PATTERN here?
Personally, I think I’m seein’ a Theme.
And it definitely involves a rhythmic, rape like Humping, done by Corporate Dicks.
Or is it all just in my Imagination?
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www.CultureDrums.BlogSpot.com
Y’all come back. And bring some lube.
My ass is getting Real Sore.
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Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Eenie, Meenie, Minie, Moe! What's the Difference Between a Muslim Terrorist, and Wall Street "Banker Joe"? Have You Forgotten?
I tell ya, I get no Respect! I just flew in from Cleveland, and boy are my arms tired! If you're Starving in Africa, why not move to where the Food is?
[At the Home Made Joke Department. I actually made these next jokes up! Pat me on my Weeny, and give it a Big Kiss! I iz a good Boy! (Female kisses, Women Only!) You gay dudes stay on Your side of the field!]
Ready, Comedy Clubsters?
Question: What’s the difference between a Muslim Terrorist, and a bailed out Wall Street Banker?
Answer: Not a thing. Both believe in following their Profit, or Prophet, at all Costs!
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Question: What’s the difference between Muslim Terrorists collapsing the Twin Towers, and U.S. Bankers collapsing the U.S. Economy?
Answer: Not a thing! Both involved a 911 Emergency Call to the President, and Big Government to clean up the Huge Mess.
No? Let’s see…
Both caused frantic 911 Emergency Calls to the President, a Big Government Effort to clean up the Yooj Mess, a lot of people got burned financially, were thrown out on the streets, lost their jobs, their life savings, and almost lost their will to Live! Now, that’s pretty close, don’t cha think?
And the Biggest Difference?
Oh, now I remember, one involved the Muslim Prophet, and the other involved the Money Profit! Bottom line it? They were both about Religion, but just a different definition of “The Maximum Prophet”. (Ba-bump! Cymbal CRASH!) But overall, pretty much the same Effect.
I still don’t get it!
Okay, how about…
KA-BOOM! And Boy, is that a Long, Waay, Down!
In my best country western Twang, that a rural bumpkin can understand, “How many times does a Horse have to throw ya, before ya catch on? Have You Forgotten Yet, Jobless Boy? Or do you wanna lie there in the dirt, alittle while longer?”
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Question: What’s the difference between the Twin Towers Meltdown , and the U.S. Economy Meltdown?
Answer: One involved Toxic Materials, the other involved Toxic Assets. After a while, they’re pretty much the same.
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Question: What’s the difference between a Handout for Freeloaders on the Back of Society, and a Tax Cut for the Rich?
Answer: Not a thing. Not one god damned thing.
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Question: Have you had the Republican “Economic Cheesy Melt” Sandwich?
Audience: No, what is it?
Answer: It’s two slices of Wonder Bread, with Nothing in between!
And the bread is burnt to a rock hard crisp, for extra nutty flavor. Theoretically, it’s supposed to have a surprisingly fresh “Free” Market Flavor, that melts itself! It also apparently makes you feel very Patriotic, while you “Eat It”!
Careful you don’t break a tooth! Course, if you’re a toothless Southern Republican Bumpkin, you probably don’t have too many teeth to worry about, and really don’t need National Health Care anyway, that is, until you get Sick, and then you just “free load” off the Emergency Room, you cheap white Trash southerner!
Isn’t it funny that, when you get ME to Subsidize, that is, to Pay for Your Emergency Room Care, then all of a sudden, magically, “You Don’t Mind a Big Government MANDATE”, as long as I’m Paying the MANDATED Emergency Room Care For YOU, Ya Cheap White Southern Socialist Freeloader!
And if you already are getting Health Care Benefits thru your job, you’re getting them TAX FREE!
I pay for my private individual health policy with AFTER TAX DOLLARS, so I’m SUBSIDIZING YOU, you Socialist Freeloader Fuck! Why? Because YOU don’t pay taxes on the Dollar Value of your Health Care Benefits, and I do.
Your Health Benefits are part of your Total Wages, BUT you don’t pay ANY taxes on them! Got it? Ya Commie Socialist, Southern Traitor, Goldbricking Freeloader!
YOU my friend, are getting a “freebie”, a TAX FREE Nigger HANDOUT, from Big Gubmint, ya Southern Socialist Cadillac WELFARE QUEEN! Ain’t that Sweet, a white Southerner, acting just like a Nigger! Ain’t so High and Mighty Whitey now, are ya, NIGGER WHITEBOY? And that’s just what YOU are, Southern Bumpkin boy, a Nigger Lovin’, SOCIALIST QUEER, HANDOUT TAKIN’, NIGGER WHITEBOY! How ya like them apples?
And if you “go naked”, without any coverage becuz you’re healthly NOW, when you do finally get sick or injured, you can call Republican Senator Bitch MyCuntILL, (yes, that’s right, Bitch “My Cunt ill”) from Kentucky, and ask him if he can spare some of that Senator Style Health Care HE GETS! Or, if he has some spare Kentucky Horse Teeth he can lend ya, to chaw with, becuz you don’t got DENTAL, ya toothless No Brains WhiteBoy.
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Question; Do you know why Republicans don’t want to give the people Universal Health Coverage?
Answer: They’re afraid the People will get too Healthy, and rise up in Revolt.
Marie Antoinette: “If the People need Health Care, let them go to a Doctor! Now, pass me that piece of Cake, I’m just ravenous!””
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Question: Have you heard that the Republican Party really “cares” about the Ordinary Citizens of America?
Answer: [Long Pause. Silence. Sound of Squeaking chairs.] That’s a Joke, right? Is that supposed to be Funny? Did somebody turn off the laugh track? What the fuck happened to the Laugh Track? That WASN’T FUNNY!
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Has Joe, the Blue Collar Plumber, EVER Even Read, the U.S. Constitution?
Hey Pal, the fucking Constitution never promised you a Rose Garden, or Free Health CARE! No way!
Life, liberty, and the PURSUIT of Happiness, maybe, but it NEVER EVER promised you health care! It said you had “a Chance” at Life, but nothing about once you were already HERE!
Did the Constitution promise you a car? NO!
Did it Promise you a good marriage, with Great SEX? NO!
Did it Promise you would get along with your Parents? NO!
See what I’m sayin’?
It does say something about looking after your Welfare, but that just means, “How are Ya? Are you Faring Well? And Top of the Mornin’ to Ya, nice day!”
It’s like saying, “How are you doing?”
You’re supposed to say, “I’m Fine!” You’re Not supposed to say, “I’m doing really Shitty, the Republicans fucked me Again!” That’s just Not Polite!
The Constitution doesn’t say ANYTHING about MRI’s, Cat Scans, and Co-Pays, or Chemo Therapy, Cars, or SEX, or airplanes! No Sir!
In fact, I got news for ya, Pal, anything NOT MENTIONED in the Constitution, is Unconstitutional! Yes Sir!
According to STRICT Interpretation of the Constitution, having Sex is Unconstitutional! So Stop Touching yourself, Immediately! YOU Unconstitutional, Unpatriotic Bastard Sex Toucher!
AND, the Constitution doesn’t say ANYTHING about Early Founding Fathers Doctoring, like bleeding you at the combo doctor/barber shop, to let out the Bad Vapors!
Or about giving you Tincture of Mercury to cure what ails you (a fatal poison then, but they didn’t know it, cause it was “Slow Acting”. Now mercury is most often found in Tuna Sandwiches, or thermometers.).
And the Constitution never said anything at all about doctors washing their hands between touching patients, or washing the Blood off the surgical instruments from the previous patient, or even washing the doctors hands or instruments, from the previous pregnant woman, before sticking their hands up your VAGINA, and causing you to die from the all too popular “Bed Fever” infection passed from woman to woman, by arrogant idiot asshole doctors!
You can Kiss your wife away, when she gets that! Now it’s called Sepsis, or Blood Poisoning. Women lasted about two weeks after they got that, and no amount of praying to JESUS helped!
It would be like going to a dentist today, and having him use the same drill, without bothering to WASH It, excuse me, STERILIZE IT, from the LAST Patient! Hey! the Constitution doesn’t SAY ANYTHING about that!
But what the heck, I’M JUST A STRICT FUCKING Constitutional Asshole Interpretist!
The Declaration of U.S. Health Care! 1776! The Founding Doctors of America! Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits, and a Mustard Plaster to Improve Your Simple Wits!
How the fuck could they PROMISE YOU HEALTH CARE, back in 1776, when they first wrote the US Constitution, at a time WHEN Health Care DIDN’T EVEN FUCKING EXIST?
IT WAS 1776! They didn’t even know GERMS Existed! If you said “I think disease is caused by little INVISIBLE CRITTERS, crawling ALL OVER, and INSIDE Your BODY”, they would have locked you up in the Looney Bin! Or Burned you at the Stake!
“Doctors” had No FUCKING CLUE what they were doing! It was Total Guesswork, Quackery, and Stab in the Dark Witchery! You would have been better off with a Tribal Witch Doctor from Africa with a Bone in his Nose, or a Gypsy Crystal Ball Reader.
Doctors basically just fucking flipped a coin, and made something up that sounded good! If you went to a Hospital, YOU fucking DIED! And You weren’t much better off at home either! When some early doctors actually started talking about WASHING their hands between Patients, the other doctors just laughed, and said it was foolish Insanity!
Simple Answers, for Simple Conservatives! Sun Goes Around the Flat Earth! Earth Is the Center of the UNIVERSE!
Taking a Bath Causes Illness! Germs Are the Notions of the DEVIL! BURN THE GODLESS WITCH!
Cast Out the Demon Liberal Idea of EQUALITY for ALL! What a Foolish Notion! Everybody Knows We’re NOT ALL EQUAL!
Where’d You Get That Crazy LIBERAL Idea From? Are You Nuts? Equality for ALL? It Will Ruin the Country! And the South! It’s Socialism!
Equality is Only for Rich White Landowners! Next Thing You Know, You’ll Believe That Nutty Liberal Idea That EVERYBODY Has the RIGHT TO VOTE! America Is Doomed, IF EVERYBODY Gets to VOTE! It’s More Socialism!
Besides, We Can’t Afford To Let Everybody Vote! Think of the Cost! Whose Gonna Pay for It?
Democracy Isn’t for EVERY CITIZEN, That’s Another One of Them Half Baked LIBERAL Ideas!
Democracy Is Just for RICH PEOPLE, and GIANT CORPORATIONS!
You’re Just There to Serve Them, and Believe, that One Day, “You’ll Be Rich Too!”
That’s the problem with the Conservatives.
They don’t want to deal with “The Future”.
And when they are forced to deal with The Future, they always want to use the often Outdated “Knowledge”, from the Past.
Or they want to Avoid the Future at all costs, by Hiding in the Past.
Or, they just want to keep EVERY Penny for themselves, and avoid having to pay for anything, including The Future. That way, everything can stay the same, and in their Favor.
Such Selfish Self-Interest! That’s a “Virtue”, isn’t it? And Greed, and lack of Compassion? And Lack of Love of thy neighbor? And Doing unto others, what you Would NOT want done to you? Those are Virtues, aren’t they?
Let’s ask Gamble-holic Bill Bennett, if Conservative Selfishness is a Good Thing, hmmm? He’s another Psychologically Damaged Conservative, who doesn’t walk the talk! Maybe he’s got a Quick Simple Easy Answer, in his big, easy to write, “Book of Virtues”.
That’s the problem with the Conservatives, they want a Brilliant, PERFECT Little Rule Book from the Often Bad, Dumb Old Past, to cover EVERY New Problem that comes down the Pike. That way, they don’t have to Think about how to Deal Fairly, with NEW PROBLEMS that crop up. Problems that keep coming at us, as “Our Future”, turns into “Our Present”.
Shoot me now! Before another psychologically damaged conservative comes along, and Infects me with Outdated REPUBLICAN CONSERVATIVE-itis, and causes me to need a good Bleeding, to let out the Bad Vapors! Whaddya think, will a Cup, or a Bowl, do?
Whoa! I’m getting just a mite bit Dizzy here! What’s all that red shit on the floor?
FA-THUUMMPP! CRASHH! Whirl, wizzle, wizzle! Pwink!
“I say, Old Chap, methinks I done bled him, a skooch too much!”
“Oh Blast! Who’s going to pay for all this bloody mess?”
Signed,
Faint Bernard!
Deader than a Dead Constitution! Do Ya think we can “Rebuild” it?
Old Bernardy! Zee Great Joke Meister!
I Vill haff dem Laffink, in der Sterreets!
Rollink down der Boulevards!
Vatch out! Here Komenzee da nu Yolk Meister!
I Vill Kraack, You UP! You little Girly Man!
We Vill PUMP Up that little Girly Penis you have!
Und Lick your Delicious little Clitoris!
* * *
Gee Mom! Do ya think they’ll let me into the Poetry Club?
No dear!
Why not? Eeeee EEEE CUMINGS “got in”, didn’t he?
He went “all the way” into the Poetry Club, didn’t he?
Yes dear, but he actually wrote Poems, not this Sexual shit you are writing!
You gotta write more emotional High Class Shit.
Something that will actually Touch Peoples Hearts,
And not just their Dirty Disgusting Diseased Sex Parts!
You gotta write about leaves, and sunsets, and how getting divorced is like drowning your Cat. And life is like a golden autumn sunset, on crunchy snowy ground, thru the whispering trees. Stuff like that.
Oh.
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Copyright © 2010 by Bernard Drums! All rights Reserved.
www.CultureDrums.BlogSpot.com
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Getting the Republican Dicks Straight!
Does that Boy think them damn jokes is FUNNY?
Don’t you know it was the Democrats that blew up the Twin Towers, and melted down the Global Economy?
Get yer Republican Story Straight!
Don’t You go fuckin’ with MY Right wing Head!
I KNOW What REALLY Happened!
The Blonde Floozies on POX NoNoozOoze, TOLD ME, while I was watching them, and MASTURBATING!
Question: What is more Disturbing? Masturbating during POX Nooz, or watching the show itself?
Compare and contrast, discuss amongst yourselves!
SPLUURRT! SPLOORP! Blorp! [Toe curls, arched back, Crazy Contorted Monkey Faces!]
Oh, Yeah, Baby! Tell me how BAD them Demoncrats are! Now SPANK ME! Stare into the Camera, You blonde POX Floozy, and give my Bad Democratic Penis a BIG KISS!
Wait a second! Let me wipe my dripping Come, sliding down the TV Screen, off of your luscious red penis sucking lips, and let me get that little sticky glob, right there on your blond TV Anchor nose! (Smoochee, scree scree, Woochee, mudgee Smudge, there!)
Hey, if God didn’t want blond TV News Anchor Babes to Suck on Thick Penises, HE wouldn’t of given them thick pouty PENIS SUCKING LIPS!
What do you think a big Black dick Microphone is FOR? HUH, BITCH? Get Back To SUCKING! SERVE your PENIS NEWS MASTER! Your TV Studio Microphone, is your LORD and BASTARD MASTER!
You look SO pretty and slutty, my POX “News” Babe, in your “Boost-Tee-Yeah”! Your Momma would Be SO PROUD! Just think! You’re a Whore, for the Corporate World, and on TV!
Wow! A girl can’t go much further than that, can she? You’re On TOP of the Corporate Penis World! Hey, Ma, look at me! I’m on Top of the Corporate Cock, Riding the Cash hard, Diamond Rock!
I’m getting Top Dollar for my Pretty Pussy Face ! Free Market Economics at its BEST! I think I’ll change my name to Brittany Humes, the better to eat you with, my dear, I’m a Little red riding Clitoral Hood!
Where’s my Shure MicroBone Vibrator, with the Pop filter? Hmmm, Fresh Batteries!
Let’s fire this sucker up! ZERRR-rheeeeee! Zizz, Zizz, ZEEEEEEEE! ZEE-YOWW!
Zeeeorr ZERB, ZERB, ZERB! (Oh Yeah!) ZEERRBB, SNNORP! (Ouch!) SNNUUBBBUB! (Better!) WUBBLE WUBBLE WUBBLE! (Oh BABY, that’s the SPOT!) WUBBAH BUBBA, BLERBLE WERBLE BLUBBAH!
[Sound of a gushing, natural orgasmic, vaginal lubricant. Kind of like Flushing water, flowing down a Water Slide, at a Theme Park Ride, and Pooling into an Anchor chair Puddle. ]
(GISH!) Oh! (GUUUSH!) OHHH! (GOOOSSSHHH!) Oh God, I’m a Gushing Vaginal WATERFALL OF LOVE, FOR MONEY!
Spitzzz ZAAAPPP! OUCH! I’m getting an ElecTrick SCHLOCK SH-SH-SHOCK!
God! That Felt GOOD! Well, at least Temporarily! I’m Still a GOOD GIRL, I think, even if I “work it” for POX Nooz!
Whatever they tell you to “Put in your Little Virgin Mouth”, whether it’s a stiff hard microphone, or a bullet head talking point, and they ask you to “chew on it”, “spit it out”, “Swallow it ”, or “mull” it over, you’ll do it, like the good little slutty anchor “News” girl you’ve become!
Just focus on the Money you’re getting, and the “Exposure”, and then the memories won’t be so BAD! PRETEND you’re “Not in the Room” (you’re not in a fake newsroom) like Rape Victims do! Then the Mental Pain, won’t be SO BAD!
Hey Blondi Anchor Girl, can you spell the word, “Shill”?
How about, “Public Relations Prostitute”?
“Corporate Escort Service”?
“Corporate Lap Dancer”?
Or would just plain “Ambitious Whore”, I wanna be on TV at any Cost, work for you?
[Cut to Commercial Break, Voiceover.]
“Get POX Ooze, for all your Conservative Chancre Sores! It covers up your STD - - your awkward Social Traditional Disease - - in a jiffy!”
“WARNING! Traditional Heritage Virus, Type 1692, The Salem Witch Doctor and Liberal Vaccine Trial Version, is still Highly Contagious, even without noticeable Market Bubble Blisters, or the usual foaming at the right side of the mouth!”
[Exterior, Salem Village Street, showing Ye Olde/Young POX “news” anchor girl, being happily released from wooden punishment stocks, while dancing, smiling, and swirling around with scarfs.]
“Now you can go back to being yourself, without really worrying about who you really are!”
[Patriotic theme music, American flags waving, and in background, an uptight conservative chick getting humped in a white, flower latticed Gazebo, while really, really drunk. She’s wearing a white flower frosted wedding cake dress, that looks like gay guys with “Frosting squeezers” spent ALL DAY on, and sitting next to a Year’s free supply of “American Hump”, the conservative Vaginal Lubricant, courtesy of the American Game Show, “Who’s Your Daddy?” ]
[Back to POX “newscast”.]
“Tonight’s Top Story! The Ayn Rand John Birch Society says, Universal Health Care for all U.S. citizens, is a sign of American Weakness, just like Fluoridated Drinking Water was, and is a Modern Menace, and a Dangerous Pollutant, of Our Daily Precious Bodily Fluids!”
“National Health Care for all U.S. citizens, means a Breakdown in the ‘Patriotic American Flag Fabric of Our Freedom Culture, and the Disintegration of Our Rugged Daniel Boone, Davy Crockett, Coonskin Cap, American Pioneer, Frontier Individualism’, and the onset of ‘Creeping Sissy Boy, Northern European Homosexual, Man Purse, Kiss My Boo-Boo Make It Better, Wear You Mommy’s Panties Socialism’, as well as an ‘Unwillingness to Perform your Patriotic Duty to Die for Your Country, When You get Sick’!”
“POX No Nooz Ooze! THE TRUTH, as close as we’re gonna let you get to it!”
“Goodnite, Chet! Goodnite, Bruce(th) (You Silly Savage Lispy Boy)!”
“Good Nite, Brittany Humes!
“Courage! You little Fact Fuckers, Courage! A Nervous Breakdown is just a few seasons away.”
“All we gotta do is collect a few more paychecks, and then Maybe, we can still wash it all away!”
Just like Rape Victims do. Try and wash it all away. Try to get Clean again.
Rub-a-dub-dub! A whole bunch of “News” anchors, all Dirty, in a nice clean Tub.
Can you really get your Soul, clean again? Or does the Come Stain, the Memory of the Sin, stay and never go away?
Story at eleven. Or maybe at the stroke of midnite. Or maybe, till the last minute of your Life.
Stay Tuned. Update, at High Noon.
Then, maybe then, you might have a Moment of Truth.
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[Boy on Street.]
“Extry! Extra! Read all about it! ‘News’ SOLD Here!”
“Get your ‘news’! Fresh from the ‘Press’! Freshly Made News! Hot off the press!”
“Whatever you wanna hear, we got it!”
“America, greatest country in the world, but not for long, if the corporations and Republican senators, have anything to say about it!”
“Next! Top Story! Rural Conservative Blue Collar People easily fooled by Rich Republican Corporations! Just wave the American Flag in front of their face, tell them Liberals will take away their Guns, and they are easily Blinded to Everything Else! Offer a free shotgun shell, in exchange for their Vote, or a Bible with HomoPhobe Hate lines highlighted in Yellow! Or a Free anti-Gay Wolf Bane Garlic Necklace, with Jesus Cross!”
“Tonite’s Final Top Story! Rich Republican Party Promises to Help the Average U.S. Citizen! Truly a Miracle from JESUS! GOP Promises Extra Ladle of Gruel, for every dinner pot! And Special Invisible “No Big Government Cheese” Sauce, on New Republican Meltdown Sandwich!”
“But Wage Increase Definitely Out of the Question for Common Man, wouldn’t be Prudent, for Corporate Bottom Line!”
“Not gonna do It! Wouldn’t Be Prudent! Besides, You Poor Americans are too Fat as it is, already! Now‘s a Good Time to Lose that Weight! Recession is a Good Thing!”
“Just tighten your Belt, and be a Good American! Just the way the Rich do!”
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The Corporate “Bottom Line”!
Question: What is the “Corporate Bottom Line”?
Answer: It’s that Ass Crack, that sits on your face.
And tells you to do more with less, everyday.
It kinda has a brown and fudgey Taste.
It’s your “free Market” Reward, for being a good Sheep like citizen.
Now open wide! Here comes the latest Republican Party Poop!
More shit, from the Rich! Nice and brown and fudgey! Hmm, Yummy!
You’ll get used to it! When you’re Not Rich, there’s not much you can do! You usually just have to Suck it up, and Eat it, you Jarhead! You’re a Citizen Marine! Down in the dirt, and give me five! Now, suck my Rich Dick! Aaah, much better!
As the Rich like to say, in their Snooty, Nose in the Air Fashion, “Shit is an Acquired Taste!”
Yep! The Rich are gonna help the Poor, the Working class, and the Middle class get a Fair Shake! Everybody that Isn’t THEM! Now THAT, you can call RICH!
Holy Shit! Robin Hood just FLEW by the Castle Window, with Merlin, the Free Market Magician, on a winged Unicorn Horse! And that English Kid, Harry Potter, was with them, and that Fumble Dwarf dude!
The only “Fair Shake” the Rich are gonna give to the People Beneath Them, is a Fair Shake of their Dick, after they’ve Finished Pissing on the Little People!
There (Shake, shake)! You get the Last Two Drops! Aren’t you Lucky! You guys just Scramble around down there, show us some Initiative, and lick up the Scraps! And maybe we’ll let you come up here, and Piss on People Too!
Oh Marie! Marie Antoinette! Can I have a piece of Cake? I would just LOVE to have a small piece of rich cake, right about now! You got any vanilla? Chocolate will also do! With some of those itty bitty, Republican Sprinkles on Top!
Hmm, that tastes just fine and dandy! Rich, creamy, brown and Fudgey, Corporate Bottom Line Cake! Yum, yum!
This must be Specially made just for Ordinary Citizens! It’s not that super sugary, extra Thick, Upper Crusty, Corporate Cake, for the Super “Uber Rich”, that Live above Us All!
It does help if you lower your Middle Class Expectations a bit. Like lower yourself to your Knees, and then Tilt your head UP! And Open Wide!
The greater the Expectation, the harder the fall.
Here it comes! Your Ladle of shit from the Rich!
Ker-Plop!
Chew! Chew! Yum, Yummy!
Now, wash that down, with some Upper Class “Crystal Clear, Champagne Colored” PISS!
Pissssssssssssssssssssssss! Shake! Bloop! Shake! Bloop! Oh, what a nice and Generous, truly Venomous, Rich Satanic SNAKE you are!
I say, old Chap! A wee bit of Steamy, pissyshit, Wet Weather we’re having down here, aren’t we now, in Our Merry Old, New Class Solidified, NEW AMERICAN Colony?
What is this? Something about this tastes really familiar! Where have I tasted this Before? Ya know, it’s really not too bad!
You know, you could get used to it, if you chopped off your balls, and ate them too! And if you Ate it all, while on your knees, in a Subservient Position, to best allow the rich to take ADVANTAGE of you!
And if you pretend you’re not in the room, while they RAPE you!
Ahh! Now I remember, the CAKE of the KINGS!
YES, My LORD, and CORPORATE TASK MASTER!
I am Your Humble, and Lowly, Citizen SERVANT!
RAPE ME, IF YOU WISH!
FOR I JUST LOVE,
LICKING THE BALLS,
OF THE CORPORATE RICH!
OH MY! WHAT A BIG “BOTTOM LINE” ASS CRACK YOU HAVE!
AND SUCH A MIGHTY BIG CORPORATE DICK!
Now, is that poetry, or what?
Signed,
Faint of Arc Bernard
Burning at the Loins,
of His Stiff Penis STAKE!
And the Corporate Walls,
Came Tumbling DOWN!
And the People Were Freed,
At Last!
From the Greedy Clutches,
of the Profit KINGS!
And Freedom to America,
was Once again Restored,
For another brief repast!
And so endeth the Fairy Tale,
of the Tale of Bernard Faint Frank.
Copyright © 2010, by Bernard Drums! All rights Reserved!
www.CultureDrums.BlogSpot.com
Y’all Komenzee back Now,
the Corporate Ovens,
are Burnin’ Bright tonite!
“Ve Vill CONSUME DER PEEPLE, Und send dem UP, up and away, in a beautiful Balloon, in a Cloud Of SCHMOKE, MIT OUR MOST EFFICIENT, FINAL PROFIT SOLUTION to the Screwish the Consumer Question!
Jawohl, my Corporate GOP Profit Leader! The Right Wing Conservative Signal, is Turned on High, To Maximum Profit, My Furious Prophet Leader!”
“Throw dee SWITCH, UND FRY DER PEEPLE! Give Me Maximum Retail, or Give Me Death!”
And all across America, the lights dimmed, and went out, in Georgia.
And the next day the Headline said, “John Doe, Is Dead”.
“John Doe, aka John Q. Citizen, expired at Midnite, Corporate time, at the Hands of the Corporate, Conservative, Republican, Religious State.
The next day, the Maximum Leader proclaimed, “One Size, Fits All.”
“You will be allowed to live, as long as you make your Minimum Payment.”
That’s Fair, don’t you think?
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[At the Home Made Joke Department. I actually made these next jokes up! Pat me on my Weeny, and give it a Big Kiss! I iz a good Boy! (Female kisses, Women Only!) You gay dudes stay on Your side of the field!]
Ready, Comedy Clubsters?
Question: What’s the difference between a Muslim Terrorist, and a bailed out Wall Street Banker?
Answer: Not a thing. Both believe in following their Profit, or Prophet, at all Costs!
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Question: What’s the difference between Muslim Terrorists collapsing the Twin Towers, and U.S. Bankers collapsing the U.S. Economy?
Answer: Not a thing! Both involved a 911 Emergency Call to the President, and Big Government to clean up the Huge Mess.
No? Let’s see…
Both caused frantic 911 Emergency Calls to the President, a Big Government Effort to clean up the Yooj Mess, a lot of people got burned financially, were thrown out on the streets, lost their jobs, their life savings, and almost lost their will to Live! Now, that’s pretty close, don’t cha think?
And the Biggest Difference?
Oh, now I remember, one involved the Muslim Prophet, and the other involved the Money Profit! Bottom line it? They were both about Religion, but just a different definition of “The Maximum Prophet”. (Ba-bump! Cymbal CRASH!) But overall, pretty much the same Effect.
I still don’t get it!
Okay, how about…
KA-BOOM! And Boy, is that a Long, Waay, Down!
In my best country western Twang, that a rural bumpkin can understand, “How many times does a Horse have to throw ya, before ya catch on? Have You Forgotten Yet, Jobless Boy? Or do you wanna lie there in the dirt, alittle while longer?”
* * *
Question: What’s the difference between the Twin Towers Meltdown , and the U.S. Economy Meltdown?
Answer: One involved Toxic Materials, the other involved Toxic Assets. After a while, they’re pretty much the same.
* * *
Question: What’s the difference between a Handout for Freeloaders on the Back of Society, and a Tax Cut for the Rich?
Answer: Not a thing. Not one god damned thing.
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Question: Have you had the Republican “Economic Cheesy Melt” Sandwich?
Audience: No, what is it?
Answer: It’s two slices of Wonder Bread, with Nothing in between!
And the bread is burnt to a rock hard crisp, for extra nutty flavor. Theoretically, it’s supposed to have a surprisingly fresh “Free” Market Flavor, that melts itself! It also apparently makes you feel very Patriotic, while you “Eat It”!
Careful you don’t break a tooth! Course, if you’re a toothless Southern Republican Bumpkin, you probably don’t have too many teeth to worry about, and really don’t need National Health Care anyway, that is, until you get Sick, and then you just “free load” off the Emergency Room, you cheap white Trash southerner!
Isn’t it funny that, when you get ME to Subsidize, that is, to Pay for Your Emergency Room Care, then all of a sudden, magically, “You Don’t Mind a Big Government MANDATE”, as long as I’m Paying the MANDATED Emergency Room Care For YOU, Ya Cheap White Southern Socialist Freeloader!
And if you already are getting Health Care Benefits thru your job, you’re getting them TAX FREE!
I pay for my private individual health policy with AFTER TAX DOLLARS, so I’m SUBSIDIZING YOU, you Socialist Freeloader Fuck! Why? Because YOU don’t pay taxes on the Dollar Value of your Health Care Benefits, and I do.
Your Health Benefits are part of your Total Wages, BUT you don’t pay ANY taxes on them! Got it? Ya Commie Socialist, Southern Traitor, Goldbricking Freeloader!
YOU my friend, are getting a “freebie”, a TAX FREE Nigger HANDOUT, from Big Gubmint, ya Southern Socialist Cadillac WELFARE QUEEN! Ain’t that Sweet, a white Southerner, acting just like a Nigger! Ain’t so High and Mighty Whitey now, are ya, NIGGER WHITEBOY? And that’s just what YOU are, Southern Bumpkin boy, a Nigger Lovin’, SOCIALIST QUEER, HANDOUT TAKIN’, NIGGER WHITEBOY! How ya like them apples?
And if you “go naked”, without any coverage becuz you’re healthly NOW, when you do finally get sick or injured, you can call Republican Senator Bitch MyCuntILL, (yes, that’s right, Bitch “My Cunt ill”) from Kentucky, and ask him if he can spare some of that Senator Style Health Care HE GETS! Or, if he has some spare Kentucky Horse Teeth he can lend ya, to chaw with, becuz you don’t got DENTAL, ya toothless No Brains WhiteBoy.
* * *
Question; Do you know why Republicans don’t want to give the people Universal Health Coverage?
Answer: They’re afraid the People will get too Healthy, and rise up in Revolt.
Marie Antoinette: “If the People need Health Care, let them go to a Doctor! Now, pass me that piece of Cake, I’m just ravenous!””
* * *
Question: Have you heard that the Republican Party really “cares” about the Ordinary Citizens of America?
Answer: [Long Pause. Silence. Sound of Squeaking chairs.] That’s a Joke, right? Is that supposed to be Funny? Did somebody turn off the laugh track? What the fuck happened to the Laugh Track? That WASN’T FUNNY!
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Has Joe, the Blue Collar Plumber, EVER Even Read, the U.S. Constitution?
Hey Pal, the fucking Constitution never promised you a Rose Garden, or Free Health CARE! No way!
Life, liberty, and the PURSUIT of Happiness, maybe, but it NEVER EVER promised you health care! It said you had “a Chance” at Life, but nothing about once you were already HERE!
Did the Constitution promise you a car? NO!
Did it Promise you a good marriage, with Great SEX? NO!
Did it Promise you would get along with your Parents? NO!
See what I’m sayin’?
It does say something about looking after your Welfare, but that just means, “How are Ya? Are you Faring Well? And Top of the Mornin’ to Ya, nice day!”
It’s like saying, “How are you doing?”
You’re supposed to say, “I’m Fine!” You’re Not supposed to say, “I’m doing really Shitty, the Republicans fucked me Again!” That’s just Not Polite!
The Constitution doesn’t say ANYTHING about MRI’s, Cat Scans, and Co-Pays, or Chemo Therapy, Cars, or SEX, or airplanes! No Sir!
In fact, I got news for ya, Pal, anything NOT MENTIONED in the Constitution, is Unconstitutional! Yes Sir!
According to STRICT Interpretation of the Constitution, having Sex is Unconstitutional! So Stop Touching yourself, Immediately! YOU Unconstitutional, Unpatriotic Bastard Sex Toucher!
AND, the Constitution doesn’t say ANYTHING about Early Founding Fathers Doctoring, like bleeding you at the combo doctor/barber shop, to let out the Bad Vapors!
Or about giving you Tincture of Mercury to cure what ails you (a fatal poison then, but they didn’t know it, cause it was “Slow Acting”. Now mercury is most often found in Tuna Sandwiches, or thermometers.).
And the Constitution never said anything at all about doctors washing their hands between touching patients, or washing the Blood off the surgical instruments from the previous patient, or even washing the doctors hands or instruments, from the previous pregnant woman, before sticking their hands up your VAGINA, and causing you to die from the all too popular “Bed Fever” infection passed from woman to woman, by arrogant idiot asshole doctors!
You can Kiss your wife away, when she gets that! Now it’s called Sepsis, or Blood Poisoning. Women lasted about two weeks after they got that, and no amount of praying to JESUS helped!
It would be like going to a dentist today, and having him use the same drill, without bothering to WASH It, excuse me, STERILIZE IT, from the LAST Patient! Hey! the Constitution doesn’t SAY ANYTHING about that!
But what the heck, I’M JUST A STRICT FUCKING Constitutional Asshole Interpretist!
The Declaration of U.S. Health Care! 1776! The Founding Doctors of America! Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits, and a Mustard Plaster to Improve Your Simple Wits!
How the fuck could they PROMISE YOU HEALTH CARE, back in 1776, when they first wrote the US Constitution, at a time WHEN Health Care DIDN’T EVEN FUCKING EXIST?
IT WAS 1776! They didn’t even know GERMS Existed! If you said “I think disease is caused by little INVISIBLE CRITTERS, crawling ALL OVER, and INSIDE Your BODY”, they would have locked you up in the Looney Bin! Or Burned you at the Stake!
“Doctors” had No FUCKING CLUE what they were doing! It was Total Guesswork, Quackery, and Stab in the Dark Witchery! You would have been better off with a Tribal Witch Doctor from Africa with a Bone in his Nose, or a Gypsy Crystal Ball Reader.
Doctors basically just fucking flipped a coin, and made something up that sounded good! If you went to a Hospital, YOU fucking DIED! And You weren’t much better off at home either! When some early doctors actually started talking about WASHING their hands between Patients, the other doctors just laughed, and said it was foolish Insanity!
Simple Answers, for Simple Conservatives! Sun Goes Around the Flat Earth! Earth Is the Center of the UNIVERSE!
Taking a Bath Causes Illness! Germs Are the Notions of the DEVIL! BURN THE GODLESS WITCH!
Cast Out the Demon Liberal Idea of EQUALITY for ALL! What a Foolish Notion! Everybody Knows We’re NOT ALL EQUAL!
Where’d You Get That Crazy LIBERAL Idea From? Are You Nuts? Equality for ALL? It Will Ruin the Country! And the South! It’s Socialism!
Equality is Only for Rich White Landowners! Next Thing You Know, You’ll Believe That Nutty Liberal Idea That EVERYBODY Has the RIGHT TO VOTE! America Is Doomed, IF EVERYBODY Gets to VOTE! It’s More Socialism!
Besides, We Can’t Afford To Let Everybody Vote! Think of the Cost! Whose Gonna Pay for It?
Democracy Isn’t for EVERY CITIZEN, That’s Another One of Them Half Baked LIBERAL Ideas!
Democracy Is Just for RICH PEOPLE, and GIANT CORPORATIONS!
You’re Just There to Serve Them, and Believe, that One Day, “You’ll Be Rich Too!”
That’s the problem with the Conservatives.
They don’t want to deal with “The Future”.
And when they are forced to deal with The Future, they always want to use the often Outdated “Knowledge”, from the Past.
Or they want to Avoid the Future at all costs, by Hiding in the Past.
Or, they just want to keep EVERY Penny for themselves, and avoid having to pay for anything, including The Future. That way, everything can stay the same, and in their Favor.
Such Selfish Self-Interest! That’s a “Virtue”, isn’t it? And Greed, and lack of Compassion? And Lack of Love of thy neighbor? And Doing unto others, what you Would NOT want done to you? Those are Virtues, aren’t they?
Let’s ask Gamble-holic Bill Bennett, if Conservative Selfishness is a Good Thing, hmmm? He’s another Psychologically Damaged Conservative, who doesn’t walk the talk! Maybe he’s got a Quick Simple Easy Answer, in his big, easy to write, “Book of Virtues”.
That’s the problem with the Conservatives, they want a Brilliant, PERFECT Little Rule Book from the Often Bad, Dumb Old Past, to cover EVERY New Problem that comes down the Pike. That way, they don’t have to Think about how to Deal Fairly, with NEW PROBLEMS that crop up. Problems that keep coming at us, as “Our Future”, turns into “Our Present”.
Shoot me now! Before another psychologically damaged conservative comes along, and Infects me with Outdated REPUBLICAN CONSERVATIVE-itis, and causes me to need a good Bleeding, to let out the Bad Vapors! Whaddya think, will a Cup, or a Bowl, do?
Whoa! I’m getting just a mite bit Dizzy here! What’s all that red shit on the floor?
FA-THUUMMPP! CRASHH! Whirl, wizzle, wizzle! Pwink!
“I say, Old Chap, methinks I done bled him, a skooch too much!”
“Oh Blast! Who’s going to pay for all this bloody mess?”
Signed,
Faint Bernard!
Deader than a Dead Constitution! Do Ya think we can “Rebuild” it?
Old Bernardy! Zee Great Joke Meister!
I Vill haff dem Laffink, in der Sterreets!
Rollink down der Boulevards!
Vatch out! Here Komenzee da nu Yolk Meister!
I Vill Kraack, You UP! You little Girly Man!
We Vill PUMP Up that little Girly Penis you have!
Und Lick your Delicious little Clitoris!
* * *
Gee Mom! Do ya think they’ll let me into the Poetry Club?
No dear!
Why not? Eeeee EEEE CUMINGS “got in”, didn’t he?
He went “all the way” into the Poetry Club, didn’t he?
Yes dear, but he actually wrote Poems, not this Sexual shit you are writing!
You gotta write more emotional High Class Shit.
Something that will actually Touch Peoples Hearts,
And not just their Dirty Disgusting Diseased Sex Parts!
You gotta write about leaves, and sunsets, and how getting divorced is like drowning your Cat. And life is like a golden autumn sunset, on crunchy snowy ground, thru the whispering trees. Stuff like that.
Oh.
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Copyright © 2010 by Bernard Drums! All rights Reserved.
www.CultureDrums.BlogSpot.com
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Getting the Republican Dicks Straight!
Does that Boy think them damn jokes is FUNNY?
Don’t you know it was the Democrats that blew up the Twin Towers, and melted down the Global Economy?
Get yer Republican Story Straight!
Don’t You go fuckin’ with MY Right wing Head!
I KNOW What REALLY Happened!
The Blonde Floozies on POX NoNoozOoze, TOLD ME, while I was watching them, and MASTURBATING!
Question: What is more Disturbing? Masturbating during POX Nooz, or watching the show itself?
Compare and contrast, discuss amongst yourselves!
SPLUURRT! SPLOORP! Blorp! [Toe curls, arched back, Crazy Contorted Monkey Faces!]
Oh, Yeah, Baby! Tell me how BAD them Demoncrats are! Now SPANK ME! Stare into the Camera, You blonde POX Floozy, and give my Bad Democratic Penis a BIG KISS!
Wait a second! Let me wipe my dripping Come, sliding down the TV Screen, off of your luscious red penis sucking lips, and let me get that little sticky glob, right there on your blond TV Anchor nose! (Smoochee, scree scree, Woochee, mudgee Smudge, there!)
Hey, if God didn’t want blond TV News Anchor Babes to Suck on Thick Penises, HE wouldn’t of given them thick pouty PENIS SUCKING LIPS!
What do you think a big Black dick Microphone is FOR? HUH, BITCH? Get Back To SUCKING! SERVE your PENIS NEWS MASTER! Your TV Studio Microphone, is your LORD and BASTARD MASTER!
You look SO pretty and slutty, my POX “News” Babe, in your “Boost-Tee-Yeah”! Your Momma would Be SO PROUD! Just think! You’re a Whore, for the Corporate World, and on TV!
Wow! A girl can’t go much further than that, can she? You’re On TOP of the Corporate Penis World! Hey, Ma, look at me! I’m on Top of the Corporate Cock, Riding the Cash hard, Diamond Rock!
I’m getting Top Dollar for my Pretty Pussy Face ! Free Market Economics at its BEST! I think I’ll change my name to Brittany Humes, the better to eat you with, my dear, I’m a Little red riding Clitoral Hood!
Where’s my Shure MicroBone Vibrator, with the Pop filter? Hmmm, Fresh Batteries!
Let’s fire this sucker up! ZERRR-rheeeeee! Zizz, Zizz, ZEEEEEEEE! ZEE-YOWW!
Zeeeorr ZERB, ZERB, ZERB! (Oh Yeah!) ZEERRBB, SNNORP! (Ouch!) SNNUUBBBUB! (Better!) WUBBLE WUBBLE WUBBLE! (Oh BABY, that’s the SPOT!) WUBBAH BUBBA, BLERBLE WERBLE BLUBBAH!
[Sound of a gushing, natural orgasmic, vaginal lubricant. Kind of like Flushing water, flowing down a Water Slide, at a Theme Park Ride, and Pooling into an Anchor chair Puddle. ]
(GISH!) Oh! (GUUUSH!) OHHH! (GOOOSSSHHH!) Oh God, I’m a Gushing Vaginal WATERFALL OF LOVE, FOR MONEY!
Spitzzz ZAAAPPP! OUCH! I’m getting an ElecTrick SCHLOCK SH-SH-SHOCK!
God! That Felt GOOD! Well, at least Temporarily! I’m Still a GOOD GIRL, I think, even if I “work it” for POX Nooz!
Whatever they tell you to “Put in your Little Virgin Mouth”, whether it’s a stiff hard microphone, or a bullet head talking point, and they ask you to “chew on it”, “spit it out”, “Swallow it ”, or “mull” it over, you’ll do it, like the good little slutty anchor “News” girl you’ve become!
Just focus on the Money you’re getting, and the “Exposure”, and then the memories won’t be so BAD! PRETEND you’re “Not in the Room” (you’re not in a fake newsroom) like Rape Victims do! Then the Mental Pain, won’t be SO BAD!
Hey Blondi Anchor Girl, can you spell the word, “Shill”?
How about, “Public Relations Prostitute”?
“Corporate Escort Service”?
“Corporate Lap Dancer”?
Or would just plain “Ambitious Whore”, I wanna be on TV at any Cost, work for you?
[Cut to Commercial Break, Voiceover.]
“Get POX Ooze, for all your Conservative Chancre Sores! It covers up your STD - - your awkward Social Traditional Disease - - in a jiffy!”
“WARNING! Traditional Heritage Virus, Type 1692, The Salem Witch Doctor and Liberal Vaccine Trial Version, is still Highly Contagious, even without noticeable Market Bubble Blisters, or the usual foaming at the right side of the mouth!”
[Exterior, Salem Village Street, showing Ye Olde/Young POX “news” anchor girl, being happily released from wooden punishment stocks, while dancing, smiling, and swirling around with scarfs.]
“Now you can go back to being yourself, without really worrying about who you really are!”
[Patriotic theme music, American flags waving, and in background, an uptight conservative chick getting humped in a white, flower latticed Gazebo, while really, really drunk. She’s wearing a white flower frosted wedding cake dress, that looks like gay guys with “Frosting squeezers” spent ALL DAY on, and sitting next to a Year’s free supply of “American Hump”, the conservative Vaginal Lubricant, courtesy of the American Game Show, “Who’s Your Daddy?” ]
[Back to POX “newscast”.]
“Tonight’s Top Story! The Ayn Rand John Birch Society says, Universal Health Care for all U.S. citizens, is a sign of American Weakness, just like Fluoridated Drinking Water was, and is a Modern Menace, and a Dangerous Pollutant, of Our Daily Precious Bodily Fluids!”
“National Health Care for all U.S. citizens, means a Breakdown in the ‘Patriotic American Flag Fabric of Our Freedom Culture, and the Disintegration of Our Rugged Daniel Boone, Davy Crockett, Coonskin Cap, American Pioneer, Frontier Individualism’, and the onset of ‘Creeping Sissy Boy, Northern European Homosexual, Man Purse, Kiss My Boo-Boo Make It Better, Wear You Mommy’s Panties Socialism’, as well as an ‘Unwillingness to Perform your Patriotic Duty to Die for Your Country, When You get Sick’!”
“POX No Nooz Ooze! THE TRUTH, as close as we’re gonna let you get to it!”
“Goodnite, Chet! Goodnite, Bruce(th) (You Silly Savage Lispy Boy)!”
“Good Nite, Brittany Humes!
“Courage! You little Fact Fuckers, Courage! A Nervous Breakdown is just a few seasons away.”
“All we gotta do is collect a few more paychecks, and then Maybe, we can still wash it all away!”
Just like Rape Victims do. Try and wash it all away. Try to get Clean again.
Rub-a-dub-dub! A whole bunch of “News” anchors, all Dirty, in a nice clean Tub.
Can you really get your Soul, clean again? Or does the Come Stain, the Memory of the Sin, stay and never go away?
Story at eleven. Or maybe at the stroke of midnite. Or maybe, till the last minute of your Life.
Stay Tuned. Update, at High Noon.
Then, maybe then, you might have a Moment of Truth.
* * *
[Boy on Street.]
“Extry! Extra! Read all about it! ‘News’ SOLD Here!”
“Get your ‘news’! Fresh from the ‘Press’! Freshly Made News! Hot off the press!”
“Whatever you wanna hear, we got it!”
“America, greatest country in the world, but not for long, if the corporations and Republican senators, have anything to say about it!”
“Next! Top Story! Rural Conservative Blue Collar People easily fooled by Rich Republican Corporations! Just wave the American Flag in front of their face, tell them Liberals will take away their Guns, and they are easily Blinded to Everything Else! Offer a free shotgun shell, in exchange for their Vote, or a Bible with HomoPhobe Hate lines highlighted in Yellow! Or a Free anti-Gay Wolf Bane Garlic Necklace, with Jesus Cross!”
“Tonite’s Final Top Story! Rich Republican Party Promises to Help the Average U.S. Citizen! Truly a Miracle from JESUS! GOP Promises Extra Ladle of Gruel, for every dinner pot! And Special Invisible “No Big Government Cheese” Sauce, on New Republican Meltdown Sandwich!”
“But Wage Increase Definitely Out of the Question for Common Man, wouldn’t be Prudent, for Corporate Bottom Line!”
“Not gonna do It! Wouldn’t Be Prudent! Besides, You Poor Americans are too Fat as it is, already! Now‘s a Good Time to Lose that Weight! Recession is a Good Thing!”
“Just tighten your Belt, and be a Good American! Just the way the Rich do!”
* * *
The Corporate “Bottom Line”!
Question: What is the “Corporate Bottom Line”?
Answer: It’s that Ass Crack, that sits on your face.
And tells you to do more with less, everyday.
It kinda has a brown and fudgey Taste.
It’s your “free Market” Reward, for being a good Sheep like citizen.
Now open wide! Here comes the latest Republican Party Poop!
More shit, from the Rich! Nice and brown and fudgey! Hmm, Yummy!
You’ll get used to it! When you’re Not Rich, there’s not much you can do! You usually just have to Suck it up, and Eat it, you Jarhead! You’re a Citizen Marine! Down in the dirt, and give me five! Now, suck my Rich Dick! Aaah, much better!
As the Rich like to say, in their Snooty, Nose in the Air Fashion, “Shit is an Acquired Taste!”
Yep! The Rich are gonna help the Poor, the Working class, and the Middle class get a Fair Shake! Everybody that Isn’t THEM! Now THAT, you can call RICH!
Holy Shit! Robin Hood just FLEW by the Castle Window, with Merlin, the Free Market Magician, on a winged Unicorn Horse! And that English Kid, Harry Potter, was with them, and that Fumble Dwarf dude!
The only “Fair Shake” the Rich are gonna give to the People Beneath Them, is a Fair Shake of their Dick, after they’ve Finished Pissing on the Little People!
There (Shake, shake)! You get the Last Two Drops! Aren’t you Lucky! You guys just Scramble around down there, show us some Initiative, and lick up the Scraps! And maybe we’ll let you come up here, and Piss on People Too!
Oh Marie! Marie Antoinette! Can I have a piece of Cake? I would just LOVE to have a small piece of rich cake, right about now! You got any vanilla? Chocolate will also do! With some of those itty bitty, Republican Sprinkles on Top!
Hmm, that tastes just fine and dandy! Rich, creamy, brown and Fudgey, Corporate Bottom Line Cake! Yum, yum!
This must be Specially made just for Ordinary Citizens! It’s not that super sugary, extra Thick, Upper Crusty, Corporate Cake, for the Super “Uber Rich”, that Live above Us All!
It does help if you lower your Middle Class Expectations a bit. Like lower yourself to your Knees, and then Tilt your head UP! And Open Wide!
The greater the Expectation, the harder the fall.
Here it comes! Your Ladle of shit from the Rich!
Ker-Plop!
Chew! Chew! Yum, Yummy!
Now, wash that down, with some Upper Class “Crystal Clear, Champagne Colored” PISS!
Pissssssssssssssssssssssss! Shake! Bloop! Shake! Bloop! Oh, what a nice and Generous, truly Venomous, Rich Satanic SNAKE you are!
I say, old Chap! A wee bit of Steamy, pissyshit, Wet Weather we’re having down here, aren’t we now, in Our Merry Old, New Class Solidified, NEW AMERICAN Colony?
What is this? Something about this tastes really familiar! Where have I tasted this Before? Ya know, it’s really not too bad!
You know, you could get used to it, if you chopped off your balls, and ate them too! And if you Ate it all, while on your knees, in a Subservient Position, to best allow the rich to take ADVANTAGE of you!
And if you pretend you’re not in the room, while they RAPE you!
Ahh! Now I remember, the CAKE of the KINGS!
YES, My LORD, and CORPORATE TASK MASTER!
I am Your Humble, and Lowly, Citizen SERVANT!
RAPE ME, IF YOU WISH!
FOR I JUST LOVE,
LICKING THE BALLS,
OF THE CORPORATE RICH!
OH MY! WHAT A BIG “BOTTOM LINE” ASS CRACK YOU HAVE!
AND SUCH A MIGHTY BIG CORPORATE DICK!
Now, is that poetry, or what?
Signed,
Faint of Arc Bernard
Burning at the Loins,
of His Stiff Penis STAKE!
And the Corporate Walls,
Came Tumbling DOWN!
And the People Were Freed,
At Last!
From the Greedy Clutches,
of the Profit KINGS!
And Freedom to America,
was Once again Restored,
For another brief repast!
And so endeth the Fairy Tale,
of the Tale of Bernard Faint Frank.
Copyright © 2010, by Bernard Drums! All rights Reserved!
www.CultureDrums.BlogSpot.com
Y’all Komenzee back Now,
the Corporate Ovens,
are Burnin’ Bright tonite!
“Ve Vill CONSUME DER PEEPLE, Und send dem UP, up and away, in a beautiful Balloon, in a Cloud Of SCHMOKE, MIT OUR MOST EFFICIENT, FINAL PROFIT SOLUTION to the Screwish the Consumer Question!
Jawohl, my Corporate GOP Profit Leader! The Right Wing Conservative Signal, is Turned on High, To Maximum Profit, My Furious Prophet Leader!”
“Throw dee SWITCH, UND FRY DER PEEPLE! Give Me Maximum Retail, or Give Me Death!”
And all across America, the lights dimmed, and went out, in Georgia.
And the next day the Headline said, “John Doe, Is Dead”.
“John Doe, aka John Q. Citizen, expired at Midnite, Corporate time, at the Hands of the Corporate, Conservative, Republican, Religious State.
The next day, the Maximum Leader proclaimed, “One Size, Fits All.”
“You will be allowed to live, as long as you make your Minimum Payment.”
That’s Fair, don’t you think?
* * *
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Uncle Milty Friedman Fucked Up, Big Time! He Shoulda Been a Doctuh! With a "Yooj" Malpractice Insurance Policy!
Bitin’ the Big One! Chowing Down, On Another Wall Street Mistake! 21st Century Finance Lessons, for the Economically Foolish at Heart!
(“Yooj” - That’s New Yawkese for “Big”, as in, “you have, or you are, a Yooj DICK”.)
Question: Which one of the following, Greenspan, Friedman, Geittner, or Einstein, is the Smart Jew?
Answer: Einstein. He’s the only one whose THEORIES HAVE HELD UP, stood the Test of Time, and have PROVEN to be TRUE, and not just FUCKING THEORIES!
Unlike the Other Guys Named Above, whose theories and Actions proved to be WRONG, and ended up spewing Hot Molten Economic Lava all over the citizens of the USA, in one of the worst Recessions since the Great Depression!
KNOCK! KNOCK! HEELLLOOO! ANYBODY HOME? FINANCE THEORY NOT UP TO EINSTEIN LEVEL!
Uh-Oh! Oops! Finance Jew guys NOT AS SMART as Rocket Science Jew guys! Who knew!
Moon to Earth! Houston we have an Economic Problem! There’s No Money to fill the fucking gas tank! Jew guy fucked up! Market FAILED to behave as Expected! THEORY PROVED WRONG! Emergency! Space Shuttle just BLEW THE FUCK UP! AN UNEXPECTED MARKET EVENT!
(*University Econ Departments, and hot shot B-Schools take note! Revise entire Curriculum immediately to reflect REALITY, not just THEORIES! Mental Note: Einstein knows Universe! Right Wing EconoMists don’t know jack shit!)
Here’s the New Math…
Einstein equals Good Jew! Why? Because “E=MC Squared”! Simple!
What do Friedman, Greenspan, Geittner equal? Bad Jew! Why? Because “No Rules DO NOT EQUAL Market Squared”! Simple!
If you believed in their Logic Chain, you’d have to believe that “No Rules=No Nazis.” Now, whose gonna believe in that? The JEWS?
Trust me! “Unsupervised, unregulated Nazis, will act prudently, and regulate, and correct themselves!” The only Jews who believed that, got stuck in Europe, and died in a gas Chamber.
Updated for Wall Street… “Trust me, this is a Shower of money, not a Cash Foreclosure Gas Chamber!”
“We’re the New Zonder Commando Brothers, of Wall Street! With the Most Efficient Final Profit Solution, for the Screwish Question. Come on down! No Rules=a Big Bonanza, at least for a while!”
Come on, am I being Reasonable, or What?
Whether it’s a businessman or a Nazi, YOU can Trust them both to Behave!
I’m not making this up.
The Myth of the “Rational, Self Regulated” Smart Finance Jewish Guy.
Aaron’s Wall Street Fast Pawn and Loan! He’s Guaranteed Not To Over Borrow, and Get In Way Over His Head!
Wall Street Journal Headline: Wall Street All Tangled Up! Stepping On It’s Own DICK, AGAIN! How Many Times We Gotta Learn This Lesson? Borrowing From Peter, To Pay Back Paul, or Saul, or Sammy, or Sid?
Oh God, What’s a Mother to Do? I Did Everything I Could To Raise Him Well! How Did I Know, He’d Turn Out To Be a Fat Putz, With a Dickhead On His Shoulders?
After skimming thru “The Myth of the Rational Market” by Justin Fox, I coulda just about cried.
I’m thinking, “Holy Crap! You mean the Boys in Power spent the last 45 years ACTUALLY LISTENING to EconoMist Milton Friedman, and his fucked up theories, from the Chicago School of Business Ineptitude?”
Uncle Milty and his conservative buds basically Jammed their freaking right wing “THEORY” of a “Rational Market”, and “another neat little THEORY” of how “Markets Will Regoolate Themselves”, straight down everybody’s Throats, like some kind of Voo Doo EconoCockEnomics! Throw some Magic Powder on that Market Bubble! Poof! Now follow the Money, down the Rabbit Hole!
And everybody listened to them! The boys in power bought it hook, line, and sinker, and THEN, because of those THEORIES, the Republicans actually Deregulated Wall Street, tore down ALL the Rules, put that Sleepy Rape Drug in the Regulator’s drinks, and proceeded to Fuck Wall Street, and the Nation, with their fat engorged stinky Dicks, and THEN we all went down with the Ship, in the Economic Meltdown of 2008!
Call the Financial Rape Crisis Center, Pronto! But first collect the sticky Wall Street Ejaculate Evidence, before you take a Shower, to make yourself feel Clean Again!
Iceberg! Dead Ahead!
I Say Old Chap, That’s Really Quite Impossible!
Not to Worry! The Titanic Economy Will Steer Itself! Why? Because It’s Rational! With Lots of Self Regulated Captains at the Wheel! Toot, Toot!
Here Comes, and There Goes, the USS Titanic! Oh Shit! What Happened To Our Ship, and All the Lifeboats?
Damn! You Just Poured an Ocean of Ice Water, All Over My Nice New Self Regulated Market THEORY! Now I’m Freezing My Ass Out Here, in the Economic COLD Ass OCEAN! Blub! BLUB! GASP! HEEELLLPPP!
Mommy! I Want My “Self Regoolating, Rational Market”, Security Blanket! I Want My Blanky! Waaah! This Water Is Freezing Cold!
Where Did My House Go? Where’s My Job? What Happened to My Retirement Fund? Boo, Hoo, Hoo! The Selfish, Irrational Market Took My Blankey! It’s Not Supposed To Do That! I Was Supposed To Get Rich In a Jiffy! WAAAAHHHH!
Mommy! I Stepped On My Dick! Will You Kiss It ,and Make It Feel Better?
Yes, Dear! Oh My God, It’s All Black and Blue! You IDIOT!
How the Fuck Did You Step On Your OWN DICK? Your Supposed To Be Smarter Than THAT! I Didn’t Raise You To Be a STUPID PUTZ!
We basically tore down all the Financial Rules between the years 1975 and 2000, rules that had been painstakingly built up over all the years of trial and error, booms and busts, Depressions and recessions, with all the economic suffering they brought, rules that were put in place to PREVENT just the kind of Financial Calamity we have NOW, and we tore down all these rules because of Uncle Milty’s freakin THEORIES?
And Now we have this big freakin financial mess, as a result, because of the Single Mindedness of Uncle Milty, and the rich Republicans, who thought “Great, this will Make my Money Game a whole lot Easier! Let’s all jump on Uncle Milty’s Band Wagon!”
Milton Friedman may have gotten a Nobel Prize for his Money Supply Equation, Money=MC Hammer Pedal to the Metal, but that is just One Little Area of the Entire Economics Field, and one correct move doesn’t mean everything he tackles is true! Just as Dan Quayle ain’t no Jack Kennedy, Milton Friedman ain’t no Albert Einstein.
Somebody needs to give this guy the Alternate Prize, the “No Bell”, for getting it WRONG on the other THEORIES.
Bowling for Monsters and Balling Your Mothers, In Search of Profit.
How about a Big, Yooj, Tacky, Bowling Trophy, with a Fish on top, and a plaque that says, “Here’s to Uncle Milty, a Rare Fish, the Not-So-Bright Jewish Guy! The Guy Who Wasn’t as BRIGHT as Everybody Thought He Was! The Winner, at Bowling with Everybody elses BALLS!”
“Here’s to the 'Rational, Self Correcting Prudent Market Theory' that took us off the Smooth Lane, and straight into the Bowling Alley Gutter! Wow! How to “Theoretically” Bowl with other People’s Balls! You da Man, ya smutz! Maybe you should start hanging out with Bernie Madoff, he’s got theories too, ya know!”
“Thanks for the Memories, Uncle Milty! You Really Know How to Pick Those Theories! To the First Dumb Jewish Guy, in a Million Years! Who’da thought a Jewish Guy could SCREW UP, in FINANCE! Impossible! Jesus, this will RUIN the Stereotype!”
“This is Bad News, Man! We gotta find some other Jewish Guys in Finance, that actually KNOW what they’re Doing! And Quick! There’s gotta be another Jewish guy we can slot into his place! I mean let’s face it, the goy don’t know shit when it comes to Finance!”
“How about that other Wall Street dude? You know, what’s his name, the sharp shyster, that palls around with all them other slick New York dudes, you know, the guy that knows all the ins and outs!”
Yeah, that’s just what we need, some more “ins and outs”, as if we’re not Screwed enough already.
Maybe Wall Street could screw your Granny, and your Mama too. "Hey, Ma," says Wall Street, "I’m done Screwing you! Now it’s Granny’s Turn!"
Ya Wall Street Putz!
Uncle Milty, Disappearing in a Cloud of Smoke!
“So, Uncle Milty, with your Big fat cigar, stinking up the whole Party, we’re Enjoyin’ the Ripe Fruits of Your Theories Now! Yes, sir! But I CAN’T EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGH, they were theories, or more Technically speaking, just Big Giant, GUESSES, that fucked with peoples lives!”
(At the Wall Street Bomb Squad: “Yeah, cut that Wire, and see what happens! Ka BOOM! I GUESS it wasn’t that one! Too Bad! You got any other theories, Hot Shot? You’re in the financial Hurt Locker now! I‘ll call 911!”)
“Thanks a Bunch, Milty! We’re Gonna Miss Ya!”
And you know what’s a real bitch? Uncle Milton’s DEAD! Yeah, the guy died just before all this shit (His Shit) hit the fan! He died thinking he got it right! He didn’t get to stick around to see the Ultimate Fruits of His Labor.
He didn’t get to see all the Pain and Misery he gave to everybody because of his fucking theories. He missed the Great Global Economic Meltdown of 2008, by like TWO FUCKING years! Tawk about a Painless Death! This guy got off Easy! Probably died in bed, looking at his plaque on the wall, and thinking what a great guy he was, the PUTZ!
In my Best, New Yawkese, Brooklyn White Dialect, “We should awll be so Lucky!”
THANKS, UNCLE MILTY! YOU’RE THE BEST! LOVE YA, GUY! WE Just LOVE YA to Death!
Let us all know, from the Great Beyond, or hopefully, HELL, when you GOT ANY MORE THEORIES! Ya Freakin Weed PUTZ!
Mazeltov! And a top of the Mornin’ to Ya! You win “THE BIG PRIZE”, for being the World’s Biggest theoretical DICK!
OH, and “You’re a real Credit”, to the Field of Economics, Mr. GENIUS MARKET THEORY!
Here’s to YOU, and to ALL the other Putzes, at the Sheekago Skool of Bidness!
And a MALATOV Meltdown COCKTAIL, to you too! (Malatov Cocktail -- Russian Improvised Explosive Device. Place tie in Economic Vodka Bottle, set tie on fire, throw at Nazi soldiers or American Citizens, and watch people burn up, and Economies melt down!)
Extra! Read All About It! Get Yer Daily Blues Here! Get Yer Morning Market Meltdown Sandwich! Extra Cheesy! Get Porked, and Melted! Warm Market Sausage, Right Up Your Butt!
[Newspaper Boy on Street corner, hawking papers to the crowd.]
“Extra! Extra! Read All About It! NEW THEORY About Market! One Dollar Buys You a Bigger, Longer Dick! Just One Dollar! Get Rich Quick, in a Jiffy! Live on Easy Street, with No Money Down, at Wall Street Pawn and Loan!”
“Get Your Paper Here, Mister! Read all about the NEW THEORY that’s gonna MAKE YOU RICH! Extry! Extry! Just a nickel, for a NEW Dick! Get yer Paper Diplomas here, from the Chee Kahgo SKOOL of Bizniss!”
“Extra! New Magic Theory About Market Magic! Don’t Miss it! You Can’t Lose! Step right up, Mr. Big Shot! Get it all now, while you can!”
“Get yer Cheekago Daily Blues! Get yer copy of the Blues here! Market Meltdown Declared Impossible! Why? Cuz Markets ARE RATIONAL! AND, Markets Regoolate Themselves, like MAGIC!”
“Also, Bonus Story! Science DISCOVERS Wolves Don’t Like to Eat Sheep! Sheep Farmers Discover Sheep Are Safest, When GUARDED By Wolves!”
“Uncle Milty GUARANTEES Free Lunch FOR ALL! Says Republicans, AND Businessmen, CAN BE TRUSTED! Markets WILL Also Be PRUDENT, And RATIONAL!”
“Extry! DON’T MISS THIS YOOJ, Amazing, LANDMARK STORY! Read ALL About It!”
“Extra Bonus Story! Cops Discover Super Potent Marijuana Growing in Basement of Cheekago Bidness Scule! Cops Investigate THEORY, of How It Got There! How It got there, Nobody Knows!”
“Extry! Extra! Read All About It! Uncle Milty Sends Message from Great Beyond! Says, ‘How do you like my theories NOW, You Putzes! Boy, did I Fool You, and Myself! Who Knew! Go FIGURE! You just Thought I was smart, because I was a Jew!”
Signed,
Faint Bernard
From the here and now, the 20% Unemployment USA Present!
Thank You, Mr. Republican Theory Man!
Your Theories have never been “proven” SO WELL!
And to SO MANY!
And So WORLD WIDE!
Copyright © 2010 by Bernard Drums! All Rights Reserved, including my right to Scream, “Even the Smart are never Perfect. And Stupidity? Just a little Dab, will do ya’ All Wrong!”
www.CultureDrums.BlogSpot.com
Y’all come back now, you hear?
[Somewhere down South, in a wagon, on a back country dirt road.]
“I hear them boys at dat Sheekago Bizness School, has some Mighty Fine Weed!”
Yep, them boys is as Rational, Prudent, an Self Regoolatin’, as Flyin’ a Kite, on a Windy Chicago Day! Yas, Suh! Dem boys done Flew dat Self Correcting Kite, smack dab right into dee EchoDemonic Ground!”
“Somehow, I done gets me da feelin, dat day just don’t know Whut days doin, when it come to Inventin Classy New Theories, about the Theory of Flyin Economy! Them Boys would probably be better off keeping dare EcoDemonic feats on dee groun’, and smoking a little less irrational Pot!”
“Well said, Mister Rufus! Eyes couldn’t of postulated or Professitated, that there Convolicuted Theory, any better myself!”
“Thank you, Teapot! Yo is an Admirable Companion, a truly fine Gentleman, and a scholar of Great Rebound.”
“Your Condiment is Accepted, and might I add, that with the current State of the Market, I’ve been doin a whole lotta rebounding lately, especially on them hard concrete floors!”
“Don’t Say!”
“Yes I do! And rights about now, I could use that Other Magic Economic Theory!”
“Which ones Dat?”
“The one that say after a Crash, if you Lucky, you might just have a Soft Landing!”
“Oh, eyes remember dat one! Yas, Suh! Well, how’s it feels to you now? Is it getting any softer?”
“I’ll let you know, when dee Doctor takes off my Whole Body Cast!”
“And when will dat Be?”
“Oh, in about a Year or so!”
“Lordy!”
“Dats whut I said! But my Doctor said Health Keer takes a long, long time! Especially when you been in a Severe Economic Crash, without your Economic Seatbelt on, and No Airbags to cushion the Impact! And No Regoolators to make sure it don’t happen Again!”
“Dat a Fact!”
“Sho is lookin dat way! Yes, indeedy!”
“Well, dare is one CompenSatan factor!”
“And what’s that?”
“You sure gotta a lot of Company, for your Misery!”
“Ain’t dat a Fact! Yo sure know how to put a Positive Spin on things, Rufus!”
“Thank you, Teapot! Now, giddy up, Old Pollytishus, giddy up! We got to turn this old Congressional Wagon Around! Crack that Whip! And take offs dat big Feed Bag, on our Cungreshunal Nag here, cuz it just slowing down them long overdue Improvitatements needed by the People! No sense letting the Rich Corporations, Hog everything fo themselves!”
“No Sir! I iz in Total Agreedalmenshus on that! I iz Yoonanimus, one hundred percent!”
Signed,
Rufus T. Smudgepot
3256 Mighty White Highway
Boro of Blackville, Wrong Side of dee Tracks
Confederate Folk Pure White County
Slambonia Up Side dee Head, Mississippi
Y’all come back now! Yo in fo a BIG SURPRIZE!
We Still got a fat dumb Sheriff, waitin’ for YOU, you New York City, Yankee Jew Boy!
Don’t drive too fast now! We just might put you in dee Pokey!
Hell, we might just put you in the Pokey anyway, jist for being funny lookin‘, or lookin’ Queer, or lookin Jewish!
Try not too look or act too Jewish! Just act White and Dumb, and you might slip by!
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And I am NOT an Anti-Semenite! I am Not Against anyone’s sticky, gooey semen, as long as it isn’t in my mouth, or in any of My Tubes.
And if you’re a hot chick, and I can’t shoot my Semen at you, then You are an Anti-Semenite!
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(“Yooj” - That’s New Yawkese for “Big”, as in, “you have, or you are, a Yooj DICK”.)
Question: Which one of the following, Greenspan, Friedman, Geittner, or Einstein, is the Smart Jew?
Answer: Einstein. He’s the only one whose THEORIES HAVE HELD UP, stood the Test of Time, and have PROVEN to be TRUE, and not just FUCKING THEORIES!
Unlike the Other Guys Named Above, whose theories and Actions proved to be WRONG, and ended up spewing Hot Molten Economic Lava all over the citizens of the USA, in one of the worst Recessions since the Great Depression!
KNOCK! KNOCK! HEELLLOOO! ANYBODY HOME? FINANCE THEORY NOT UP TO EINSTEIN LEVEL!
Uh-Oh! Oops! Finance Jew guys NOT AS SMART as Rocket Science Jew guys! Who knew!
Moon to Earth! Houston we have an Economic Problem! There’s No Money to fill the fucking gas tank! Jew guy fucked up! Market FAILED to behave as Expected! THEORY PROVED WRONG! Emergency! Space Shuttle just BLEW THE FUCK UP! AN UNEXPECTED MARKET EVENT!
(*University Econ Departments, and hot shot B-Schools take note! Revise entire Curriculum immediately to reflect REALITY, not just THEORIES! Mental Note: Einstein knows Universe! Right Wing EconoMists don’t know jack shit!)
Here’s the New Math…
Einstein equals Good Jew! Why? Because “E=MC Squared”! Simple!
What do Friedman, Greenspan, Geittner equal? Bad Jew! Why? Because “No Rules DO NOT EQUAL Market Squared”! Simple!
If you believed in their Logic Chain, you’d have to believe that “No Rules=No Nazis.” Now, whose gonna believe in that? The JEWS?
Trust me! “Unsupervised, unregulated Nazis, will act prudently, and regulate, and correct themselves!” The only Jews who believed that, got stuck in Europe, and died in a gas Chamber.
Updated for Wall Street… “Trust me, this is a Shower of money, not a Cash Foreclosure Gas Chamber!”
“We’re the New Zonder Commando Brothers, of Wall Street! With the Most Efficient Final Profit Solution, for the Screwish Question. Come on down! No Rules=a Big Bonanza, at least for a while!”
Come on, am I being Reasonable, or What?
Whether it’s a businessman or a Nazi, YOU can Trust them both to Behave!
I’m not making this up.
The Myth of the “Rational, Self Regulated” Smart Finance Jewish Guy.
Aaron’s Wall Street Fast Pawn and Loan! He’s Guaranteed Not To Over Borrow, and Get In Way Over His Head!
Wall Street Journal Headline: Wall Street All Tangled Up! Stepping On It’s Own DICK, AGAIN! How Many Times We Gotta Learn This Lesson? Borrowing From Peter, To Pay Back Paul, or Saul, or Sammy, or Sid?
Oh God, What’s a Mother to Do? I Did Everything I Could To Raise Him Well! How Did I Know, He’d Turn Out To Be a Fat Putz, With a Dickhead On His Shoulders?
After skimming thru “The Myth of the Rational Market” by Justin Fox, I coulda just about cried.
I’m thinking, “Holy Crap! You mean the Boys in Power spent the last 45 years ACTUALLY LISTENING to EconoMist Milton Friedman, and his fucked up theories, from the Chicago School of Business Ineptitude?”
Uncle Milty and his conservative buds basically Jammed their freaking right wing “THEORY” of a “Rational Market”, and “another neat little THEORY” of how “Markets Will Regoolate Themselves”, straight down everybody’s Throats, like some kind of Voo Doo EconoCockEnomics! Throw some Magic Powder on that Market Bubble! Poof! Now follow the Money, down the Rabbit Hole!
And everybody listened to them! The boys in power bought it hook, line, and sinker, and THEN, because of those THEORIES, the Republicans actually Deregulated Wall Street, tore down ALL the Rules, put that Sleepy Rape Drug in the Regulator’s drinks, and proceeded to Fuck Wall Street, and the Nation, with their fat engorged stinky Dicks, and THEN we all went down with the Ship, in the Economic Meltdown of 2008!
Call the Financial Rape Crisis Center, Pronto! But first collect the sticky Wall Street Ejaculate Evidence, before you take a Shower, to make yourself feel Clean Again!
Iceberg! Dead Ahead!
I Say Old Chap, That’s Really Quite Impossible!
Not to Worry! The Titanic Economy Will Steer Itself! Why? Because It’s Rational! With Lots of Self Regulated Captains at the Wheel! Toot, Toot!
Here Comes, and There Goes, the USS Titanic! Oh Shit! What Happened To Our Ship, and All the Lifeboats?
Damn! You Just Poured an Ocean of Ice Water, All Over My Nice New Self Regulated Market THEORY! Now I’m Freezing My Ass Out Here, in the Economic COLD Ass OCEAN! Blub! BLUB! GASP! HEEELLLPPP!
Mommy! I Want My “Self Regoolating, Rational Market”, Security Blanket! I Want My Blanky! Waaah! This Water Is Freezing Cold!
Where Did My House Go? Where’s My Job? What Happened to My Retirement Fund? Boo, Hoo, Hoo! The Selfish, Irrational Market Took My Blankey! It’s Not Supposed To Do That! I Was Supposed To Get Rich In a Jiffy! WAAAAHHHH!
Mommy! I Stepped On My Dick! Will You Kiss It ,and Make It Feel Better?
Yes, Dear! Oh My God, It’s All Black and Blue! You IDIOT!
How the Fuck Did You Step On Your OWN DICK? Your Supposed To Be Smarter Than THAT! I Didn’t Raise You To Be a STUPID PUTZ!
We basically tore down all the Financial Rules between the years 1975 and 2000, rules that had been painstakingly built up over all the years of trial and error, booms and busts, Depressions and recessions, with all the economic suffering they brought, rules that were put in place to PREVENT just the kind of Financial Calamity we have NOW, and we tore down all these rules because of Uncle Milty’s freakin THEORIES?
And Now we have this big freakin financial mess, as a result, because of the Single Mindedness of Uncle Milty, and the rich Republicans, who thought “Great, this will Make my Money Game a whole lot Easier! Let’s all jump on Uncle Milty’s Band Wagon!”
Milton Friedman may have gotten a Nobel Prize for his Money Supply Equation, Money=MC Hammer Pedal to the Metal, but that is just One Little Area of the Entire Economics Field, and one correct move doesn’t mean everything he tackles is true! Just as Dan Quayle ain’t no Jack Kennedy, Milton Friedman ain’t no Albert Einstein.
Somebody needs to give this guy the Alternate Prize, the “No Bell”, for getting it WRONG on the other THEORIES.
Bowling for Monsters and Balling Your Mothers, In Search of Profit.
How about a Big, Yooj, Tacky, Bowling Trophy, with a Fish on top, and a plaque that says, “Here’s to Uncle Milty, a Rare Fish, the Not-So-Bright Jewish Guy! The Guy Who Wasn’t as BRIGHT as Everybody Thought He Was! The Winner, at Bowling with Everybody elses BALLS!”
“Here’s to the 'Rational, Self Correcting Prudent Market Theory' that took us off the Smooth Lane, and straight into the Bowling Alley Gutter! Wow! How to “Theoretically” Bowl with other People’s Balls! You da Man, ya smutz! Maybe you should start hanging out with Bernie Madoff, he’s got theories too, ya know!”
“Thanks for the Memories, Uncle Milty! You Really Know How to Pick Those Theories! To the First Dumb Jewish Guy, in a Million Years! Who’da thought a Jewish Guy could SCREW UP, in FINANCE! Impossible! Jesus, this will RUIN the Stereotype!”
“This is Bad News, Man! We gotta find some other Jewish Guys in Finance, that actually KNOW what they’re Doing! And Quick! There’s gotta be another Jewish guy we can slot into his place! I mean let’s face it, the goy don’t know shit when it comes to Finance!”
“How about that other Wall Street dude? You know, what’s his name, the sharp shyster, that palls around with all them other slick New York dudes, you know, the guy that knows all the ins and outs!”
Yeah, that’s just what we need, some more “ins and outs”, as if we’re not Screwed enough already.
Maybe Wall Street could screw your Granny, and your Mama too. "Hey, Ma," says Wall Street, "I’m done Screwing you! Now it’s Granny’s Turn!"
Ya Wall Street Putz!
Uncle Milty, Disappearing in a Cloud of Smoke!
“So, Uncle Milty, with your Big fat cigar, stinking up the whole Party, we’re Enjoyin’ the Ripe Fruits of Your Theories Now! Yes, sir! But I CAN’T EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGH, they were theories, or more Technically speaking, just Big Giant, GUESSES, that fucked with peoples lives!”
(At the Wall Street Bomb Squad: “Yeah, cut that Wire, and see what happens! Ka BOOM! I GUESS it wasn’t that one! Too Bad! You got any other theories, Hot Shot? You’re in the financial Hurt Locker now! I‘ll call 911!”)
“Thanks a Bunch, Milty! We’re Gonna Miss Ya!”
And you know what’s a real bitch? Uncle Milton’s DEAD! Yeah, the guy died just before all this shit (His Shit) hit the fan! He died thinking he got it right! He didn’t get to stick around to see the Ultimate Fruits of His Labor.
He didn’t get to see all the Pain and Misery he gave to everybody because of his fucking theories. He missed the Great Global Economic Meltdown of 2008, by like TWO FUCKING years! Tawk about a Painless Death! This guy got off Easy! Probably died in bed, looking at his plaque on the wall, and thinking what a great guy he was, the PUTZ!
In my Best, New Yawkese, Brooklyn White Dialect, “We should awll be so Lucky!”
THANKS, UNCLE MILTY! YOU’RE THE BEST! LOVE YA, GUY! WE Just LOVE YA to Death!
Let us all know, from the Great Beyond, or hopefully, HELL, when you GOT ANY MORE THEORIES! Ya Freakin Weed PUTZ!
Mazeltov! And a top of the Mornin’ to Ya! You win “THE BIG PRIZE”, for being the World’s Biggest theoretical DICK!
OH, and “You’re a real Credit”, to the Field of Economics, Mr. GENIUS MARKET THEORY!
Here’s to YOU, and to ALL the other Putzes, at the Sheekago Skool of Bidness!
And a MALATOV Meltdown COCKTAIL, to you too! (Malatov Cocktail -- Russian Improvised Explosive Device. Place tie in Economic Vodka Bottle, set tie on fire, throw at Nazi soldiers or American Citizens, and watch people burn up, and Economies melt down!)
Extra! Read All About It! Get Yer Daily Blues Here! Get Yer Morning Market Meltdown Sandwich! Extra Cheesy! Get Porked, and Melted! Warm Market Sausage, Right Up Your Butt!
[Newspaper Boy on Street corner, hawking papers to the crowd.]
“Extra! Extra! Read All About It! NEW THEORY About Market! One Dollar Buys You a Bigger, Longer Dick! Just One Dollar! Get Rich Quick, in a Jiffy! Live on Easy Street, with No Money Down, at Wall Street Pawn and Loan!”
“Get Your Paper Here, Mister! Read all about the NEW THEORY that’s gonna MAKE YOU RICH! Extry! Extry! Just a nickel, for a NEW Dick! Get yer Paper Diplomas here, from the Chee Kahgo SKOOL of Bizniss!”
“Extra! New Magic Theory About Market Magic! Don’t Miss it! You Can’t Lose! Step right up, Mr. Big Shot! Get it all now, while you can!”
“Get yer Cheekago Daily Blues! Get yer copy of the Blues here! Market Meltdown Declared Impossible! Why? Cuz Markets ARE RATIONAL! AND, Markets Regoolate Themselves, like MAGIC!”
“Also, Bonus Story! Science DISCOVERS Wolves Don’t Like to Eat Sheep! Sheep Farmers Discover Sheep Are Safest, When GUARDED By Wolves!”
“Uncle Milty GUARANTEES Free Lunch FOR ALL! Says Republicans, AND Businessmen, CAN BE TRUSTED! Markets WILL Also Be PRUDENT, And RATIONAL!”
“Extry! DON’T MISS THIS YOOJ, Amazing, LANDMARK STORY! Read ALL About It!”
“Extra Bonus Story! Cops Discover Super Potent Marijuana Growing in Basement of Cheekago Bidness Scule! Cops Investigate THEORY, of How It Got There! How It got there, Nobody Knows!”
“Extry! Extra! Read All About It! Uncle Milty Sends Message from Great Beyond! Says, ‘How do you like my theories NOW, You Putzes! Boy, did I Fool You, and Myself! Who Knew! Go FIGURE! You just Thought I was smart, because I was a Jew!”
Signed,
Faint Bernard
From the here and now, the 20% Unemployment USA Present!
Thank You, Mr. Republican Theory Man!
Your Theories have never been “proven” SO WELL!
And to SO MANY!
And So WORLD WIDE!
Copyright © 2010 by Bernard Drums! All Rights Reserved, including my right to Scream, “Even the Smart are never Perfect. And Stupidity? Just a little Dab, will do ya’ All Wrong!”
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Y’all come back now, you hear?
[Somewhere down South, in a wagon, on a back country dirt road.]
“I hear them boys at dat Sheekago Bizness School, has some Mighty Fine Weed!”
Yep, them boys is as Rational, Prudent, an Self Regoolatin’, as Flyin’ a Kite, on a Windy Chicago Day! Yas, Suh! Dem boys done Flew dat Self Correcting Kite, smack dab right into dee EchoDemonic Ground!”
“Somehow, I done gets me da feelin, dat day just don’t know Whut days doin, when it come to Inventin Classy New Theories, about the Theory of Flyin Economy! Them Boys would probably be better off keeping dare EcoDemonic feats on dee groun’, and smoking a little less irrational Pot!”
“Well said, Mister Rufus! Eyes couldn’t of postulated or Professitated, that there Convolicuted Theory, any better myself!”
“Thank you, Teapot! Yo is an Admirable Companion, a truly fine Gentleman, and a scholar of Great Rebound.”
“Your Condiment is Accepted, and might I add, that with the current State of the Market, I’ve been doin a whole lotta rebounding lately, especially on them hard concrete floors!”
“Don’t Say!”
“Yes I do! And rights about now, I could use that Other Magic Economic Theory!”
“Which ones Dat?”
“The one that say after a Crash, if you Lucky, you might just have a Soft Landing!”
“Oh, eyes remember dat one! Yas, Suh! Well, how’s it feels to you now? Is it getting any softer?”
“I’ll let you know, when dee Doctor takes off my Whole Body Cast!”
“And when will dat Be?”
“Oh, in about a Year or so!”
“Lordy!”
“Dats whut I said! But my Doctor said Health Keer takes a long, long time! Especially when you been in a Severe Economic Crash, without your Economic Seatbelt on, and No Airbags to cushion the Impact! And No Regoolators to make sure it don’t happen Again!”
“Dat a Fact!”
“Sho is lookin dat way! Yes, indeedy!”
“Well, dare is one CompenSatan factor!”
“And what’s that?”
“You sure gotta a lot of Company, for your Misery!”
“Ain’t dat a Fact! Yo sure know how to put a Positive Spin on things, Rufus!”
“Thank you, Teapot! Now, giddy up, Old Pollytishus, giddy up! We got to turn this old Congressional Wagon Around! Crack that Whip! And take offs dat big Feed Bag, on our Cungreshunal Nag here, cuz it just slowing down them long overdue Improvitatements needed by the People! No sense letting the Rich Corporations, Hog everything fo themselves!”
“No Sir! I iz in Total Agreedalmenshus on that! I iz Yoonanimus, one hundred percent!”
Signed,
Rufus T. Smudgepot
3256 Mighty White Highway
Boro of Blackville, Wrong Side of dee Tracks
Confederate Folk Pure White County
Slambonia Up Side dee Head, Mississippi
Y’all come back now! Yo in fo a BIG SURPRIZE!
We Still got a fat dumb Sheriff, waitin’ for YOU, you New York City, Yankee Jew Boy!
Don’t drive too fast now! We just might put you in dee Pokey!
Hell, we might just put you in the Pokey anyway, jist for being funny lookin‘, or lookin’ Queer, or lookin Jewish!
Try not too look or act too Jewish! Just act White and Dumb, and you might slip by!
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www.CultureDrums.BlogSpot.com
Your Archway to Understanding Politics!
And I am NOT an Anti-Semenite! I am Not Against anyone’s sticky, gooey semen, as long as it isn’t in my mouth, or in any of My Tubes.
And if you’re a hot chick, and I can’t shoot my Semen at you, then You are an Anti-Semenite!
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Thursday, April 1, 2010
Israel To U.S.: "I've Got One Hand On Your Dick, the Other On Your Last Remaining Ball, Which One Do You Want Me To Twist, and Squeeze First?
Gettin’ Uppity, and Puttin’ On Airs, In the Hot Town of Tel Aviv, Tonight! Are Them Jew Boys "High Yellow", or "Octoroon"? No, They Is Mighty Whitey! That’s the News, From Now On, For You!
You’ve heard of the Uppity Nigger? Well, Now We Got the Uppity Jew. What’s a U.S. Secretary of State, or Vice President, To Do?
“Alpha Dog” Israel To American Puppy Dog: “Sniff My Ass, Eat My Shit! Rub It On Your Nose, and Smear It On Your Pants! My, What a Nice, Shit Faced Little Clown Dog You Are!”
“Now, Fork Over the 30 Billion in U.S. Taxpayer Aid You Promised Us, Ya Fucking Wuss! Ya See, I’m Just Like a Big Bank on Wall Street, I’m Too Big to Fail!”
“It’s He-Brew Scudwiser Beer Time! Time To 'Bail Out' Another ‘Over Leveraged’ (that's 'Over Borrowed') Jewish Guy, Again!” Does Anybody See a Pattern Here? Naaaw! No Way! Them Jew Boys Is Too Smart to get too far out on a limb!
I Am NOT an Anti-Semenite! I’m NOT Against Anyone’s Semen, or DNA, No Matter How Much They Exhibit “Defective Nutty Acting”, In Their “Dynamic Noggin Attic”, or In Their “Daily Nutritional Attitude”, or In Their “Daily Natural Aptitude”!
America to Israel: “Yes, Shlomo, Dear! Please Don’t Pussy Whip Me Again! I’ll Be Your Good Little Bitch! I Won’t Bring It Up Again! Mum’s the Word! Here’s the 30 Billion, Now Go Buy a Condo Settlement!”
“I’ll Even Let You Do Me Again, Anytime You Want, in “Shlomo” Slow Motion! Hump Me, You Big Hunky Hairy Heeb, Like the Good Little U.S. Lap Dog I Am!”
“My, What a BIG Jew Atomic Penis You Have! Your Nutty Flavored Semen Just EXPLODES Inside My Entertainment Walls!”
(Text from Bernard, “Ya Gotta Admit, the Boy still has the Touch, or is that Touched? Touch me Baby! Give me your Hand, and show me the Way! Oh yeah, I‘m Explodin‘ Now! Hmm, what a Nice Nutty Flavor!” )
How Did That Sneak in There? Oh, Yeah! Sneak It in, in Between My Wailing Walls! Bang My Box, with that Little Symbolic Box on Top of Your Head! Do Me Baby! Now Rock, Back and Forth! Show me you REALLY Mean it! And Start Mumbling Crazy Stuff!
Now Grind it, Right In! Bang It, You Little Bitch, Like Your Life Depended On It!
I SAID, “GGRRIINNDD IITT HHAARRDDEERR!” That’s NOT HARD Enough! BANG IT, You Little Prick, as HARD AS YOU CAN! Bam! BAM! BAAMM!
BANG ME! WITH YOUR LITTLE Molecular Atomic DICK!
Oh, GOD…
(Sound of very rapid Banging and Squeaking Bed.)
I’M…
(Bang-squeak-Bang-squeak-Bang!)
AT…
(Bam-squeak-Bam-Squeak-BAM!)
GER, GER-ROUNDDDDD…
(BAM-BAM-BAM, BAAMMM!)
ZE, ZE, ZERO! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGG! AAAHHHHGGG!
BBLORRPPP, SPLOOSH, squeak! BLORP, SPLAP, squeak! BLURP, Flazz, squeak!
dribble.
Squeak.
(Sound of a little dog, panting very rapidly!)
Oh, WOW, Baby! That was GREAT! GOOD DOGGY!
God, I LOVE YOU! Especially Your Billions in Bullion! Money is Such an Aphrodisiac! You’re Such a Good U.S. Sugar Daddy! We Really do Love Each Other, Don’t We?
Ya know, I think We Have the Basis Here, for a Real Long Term Relationship, Don’t You?
We just gotta get a few things settled first, ya know, a few ground rules for a relationship!
Oh, yeah! "The Heeb and the Shiksa", this is gonna work out great!
Who should we get to play in the movie?
I don’t know, we might have trouble there, but then, maybe not! We'll just change a few names! Easy as pie!
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I Text Myself, Whenever I Want!
This is my first Official release, in my “New Delayed Reaction Series”. Since I’m not getting paid the Big Bucks by the New Muck Yuck Times to write this Blogshit, I figure I might as well release my “Gospel Messages” whenever the fuck I want. No deadlines, AND I’m my own Boss! Hey, “Cave Bin” Laden does it with his Cave Releases, so why can’t I?
And since I’m The Boss of Me, whenever I want to feel good, I just order an Imaginary Employee to come in and suck up to me, and in my Wildest and Best Fantasies, the secretary willingly, and with full consent, and no sexual whorasstiments intended, SUCKS ME! Now that’s a Good Day at the Office! (whorasstiment - that’s my new word. As a “writer”, I can do that.)
So, how do you like this “settlement” piece, about Israel as the New Alpha Dog, giving America Puppy Training? Hmmm?
I call it, “Thoughts on the Ground”. Or, the “New Jewish Realty Service”. That’s NOT a typing ERROR! Reality versus REALTY. “Sidney, have I got a Condo for You! Location! Location! Location!”
“And it even has a nice River view! Look Sidney, East, or West Bank, what’s the difference! Does it matter if it’s in a kind of a ‘Bad Arab’ neighborhood? Oh, just the usual New York stuff, barbed wire, flood lights, Walls, guns.”
“Anyway, Blog Boy, when I decide to publish is My Timetable! And my Blog of Condiment Settlement Sentiments, is My Own Intellectual Capital!”, and I ain’t Sharing it with NOBODY, ESPECIALLY SOMEONE WITH A DIFFERENT STINK ASS Religion than MINE! Go Pray somewhere else, you Wrong Religion Person YOU!
“Go Land” on some other “Heights”, and get your “Gassy Ass Stripped” somewhere else, because you’re just an Occupation LOSER!
Bottom Rail On Top This Time, Shoe On the Other Foot! Dancin’ By the Light of the Moon!
Israel to World: “Ain’t nobody pushing the JEW around NO MO! We were almost wiped out during World War II, but if you try it again, you got another think coming, ya Motherfucker! We didn’t work our way up from Blue Jeans to Boy Bands, to Atom Bombs for Nothing!”
“If YOU and your Taxi Cab Driving Brooklyn cousins, Al Kyda, or Al Kabob, or your gay fag cousin, Swish Kabob, try and take us Jews down again, we’re gonna take You, AND the Whole Fucking World, down with Us! Got it, Mohammed Rag Head Sand Nigger Boy?”
“It’s MUTUAL ASSURED DESTRUCTION TIME, all over again! M.A.D.! And I mean INSANE! If WE Go DOWN, You’re Going Down With Us!”
“No more of this “No more Jews! Just Arabs left over!” No way Ahkmed! There won‘t be any Jews, or Arabs, left in the Middle East! That’s the Deal, see!”
“The Whole Tank Farm’s gonna BLOW, see, if you keep trying to make us go! Got it, El Kabob? Its El Kabong for all of us, this time! We’re ALL Dirty Rats, this time, with No Place to Jump Ship! You got my Drift, Buster?
Ka-Boom! Hey Ma! Look! I’m on Top of the World! I’m on FIRE, and I’m takin’ the Whole World With Me! I Love Ya, MA! You’re the BEST Mom, a Boy could EVER have! I LOVE YA! We’ll all talk to Mohammed, and Jesus, and God, and Allah, and Yahweh, when we get there! KA-BOOOMMM!”
FLA-BAAAAMMM! GA-BOOOOMMM! WHA-BAM BOOM, GAH DOOOMMM!
WAAAWWWHHHOOOSSSHHH!
So ya see, Mister A-Rab Persian Boy, things ain’t gonna be so “SUNNI” any more, on your side of the Muslim Street! In fact, they’re gonna get a lot more “Shiite”! So you got your choice, it’s gonna be either Sunny, or Shitty, but not both, ya can’t have Both!
You choose, and what you decide will determine whether or not you’re gonna be around to pray five times a day! If you pick wrong, you’re gonna be Radioactive History! Dust in the Wind! Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust, just a whole lot Quicker, Pal! No time for lollygagging, or smelling the roses!
There’s No More Pushing the Jew around! NO MORE! If I go, YOU GO TOO!
That’s the new word on the Street.
You wanna find out how much “street cred” there is to that, well, go ahead, and you be the first to push “The BUTTON”. I’ll be 6,000 comfy miles away! You my friend, will be at the New “GROUND ZERO”. I hope you got a really good Radiation Suit. But hey, why not push the Big Button, you’ll just get to see Allah, sooner. You tell him you tried everything, except Peace. Okay? That’s what YOU TELL ALLAH, when you meet him.
Tell Allah YOU TRIED EVERYTHING, EXCEPT PEACE. I’m sure he’ll be glad to hear that!
GOT IT, Mr. Suckdeekee, Mr. Super Holy Muslim Man?
Besides, a radioactive Middle East will be good for Tourism! “There’s nothing like a Radioactive Spring Time, in the Middle East! I hear the Weather is just Lovely, this time of Year! AND NO CROWDS! NO PEOPLE! NO TROUBLE BOOKING a ROOM! NOT A SOUL LEFT to bother ya! Barren, lifeless, empty, the perfect place to relax and get away from the rat race!”
Allah will be So Pleased! You tried So Hard to get along, but there was nothing left to do but BLOW UP THE FUCKING WORLD!
ALLAH WILL LOVE THAT, and GIVE YOU A MEDAL, and a New Prayer Rug, for BEING THE BEST MUSLIM, in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD! (Sound of Applause and cheers, Happy Clapping, AK-47s firing in the Street! Walla, walla, walla!)
Happy Mother: “He was the Best Suicide Bomber, a Mother could ever Wish For! Allah surely Loves him, now! He was a credit to his Religion, and his Race!”
But, but, but…
The Infidel White Man MADE me do it! I HAD NO CHOICE, I HAD TO! I HAD TO BLOW UP THE WORLD, TO PROVE I LOVED IT! I HAD TO DESTROY THE WORLD, TO SAVE IT! It all makes Sense, with Precise Geometrical Logic! It’s all right there, on the pages of the Holiest of Holy Books! It’s what Allah, God, or Yahweh, would have Wanted!
DESTROY HIS WORLD, DESTROY HIS CREATION, TO PROVE YOU LOVE HIM!
IT ALL MAKES PERFECT SENSE! PRAISE ALLAH! PRAISE GOD! AND YAHWEH, TOO!
A New World Order? Who, Is On the Bottom of the Shoe, This Time?
What will the world be like, with no more Jews, or Arabs, in the Middle East? A Full blown Ethnic Cleansing! Imagine that! There won’t be Anybody left to Pray, and be SO HOLY!
The place is starting to sound a whole lot better already!
You see, Arabs and Jews are just like Men and Women. Ya can’t live with ‘em, and ya can’t live without ‘em! And they Still keep Fucking Each Other! Go figure!
Signed,
Faint “Mandelbaumowitzinsteenberg O’Donnell Hoodi Booty” Bernard
The Only Real Religious Saint left, after both the Jewish Atomic Penis, and the Arab
Atomic Penis, EJACULATED ALL OVER, the Whole Fucking God forsaken Middle East!
Bernard, THE Official Member of the ONLY Correct Religion, on the Face of the Planet!
Nana, Nana, Na Na! My Religion is Better than Yours!
My Atomic Penis is Bigger than your Atomic Penis!
My Dick is Bigger than Your Dick! In fact, you don’t have a Dick! Because I Blew it off, with my ATOMIC PENIS!
You dickless dickwad!
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Telegram, or text message, from God to Israel: “What the Fuck? God is waiting! I have a Big Party ready for the whole Mid East Gang! Lotsa food! Free Radioactive Religious Cleansing when you arrive! Can’t wait to see you! Drive carefully!”
“Remember to bring ALL your Holy Books, and I will correct all the mistakes, with my yellow highlighter!
Signed,
Your Big Buddy,
GOD, ALLAH, and YAHWEH!
Also known as, “THE HOLY CARTEL”!
HOLY OPEC, BATMAN! It’s the “Organization of Prophet Exporting Countries”!
P.S. Allah says, “See you soon!”
“Don’t worry, I have barrels of Atomic Burn Crème,
when you get here!”
“I’m SO PROUD of you guys!”
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Copyright © 2010 by Bernard Drums! All rights Reserved.
www.CultureDrums.BlogSpot.com
Have you tried the Radioactive Potato Salad? It’s very Zesty!
The CLOCK is TICKING! And it’s going BACKWARDS!
De-Evolving back to the BIG BANG!
Think about that, Aaron, and Moustafa.
Christian Freak in Colorado: “Now wait a minute! There ain’t no Evolution, and that’s Proven Biblical FACT, AND, there never was, and never will be, a BIG BANG!”
“That’s What I BELIEVE, so it Must BE TRUE!”
“And I’m willing to Fight to the Death, to prove my Love for Mankind, and to force you to believe, what I believe, even if I have to kill you, to show how much I LOVE YOU!”
“There ain’t no room for COMPROMISE, PAL! THIS IS THE END TIMES! WE’RE ALL GONNA GO OUT, IN A BLAZE OF HOLY GLORY!”
“YEE-HA! JIHAD! RIDE ‘EM, COWBOY! RIDE ‘EM, JEW BOY!”
“SO LONG, LITTLE DOGGIES!”
“HOME SWEET HOME, ON THE ATOMIC TESTING RANGE!”
Ka-BOOM!
(Lotsa Big Mushroom Clouds! All Fluffy and Puffy!)
Lights out, John Boy!
Lights Out, Pa!
Good Night, Mahkmood!
With 72 Virgins waiting for ya, you won’t miss a thing! Trust me! Just you, and an ETERNITY, humpin’ A PUSSY!
Pooky Waits in Heaven, To Feel Your Big Atomic Penis!
“Yes, Dear! I’m COMING! I’ll be right there!”
“Was that any BETTER, Dear? Did I do it just right, this time? NO? Harder? Faster? Slower? A circular Motion? Whuh? Okay, okay, I’ll try, try again!”
If you don’t succeed the first time…
You might have an Eternity to try, try again!
That’s a Good Thing, right?
“I hear you, Dear! I’m coming!”
“I said, I’ll be right UP, and I promise I’ll get it Up!”
“Oh, FUCK! (Shake-shake) The bottle’s EMPTY!
Jesus Christ! I gotta Fuck Her, AGAIN!? This chick is NUTS!
“There is No Way I can do it Again! Both my heads are just not into it!
“Daddy Boo, where are you, Poopsie Woopsie?”
“I gotta fuckin Hide!”
“Poopsie! I said, RIGHT NOW, or Mama’s gonna get Mad! I’m Waiting!”
“Oh god! NOOOOO! NOT AGAINN! AAAAAAHHHHHHIIIEEEE!
“Where’s the Backpack, with the BOMB IN IT? I GOTTA STRAP IT ON!”
“Oh, Good! Plenty of Dynamite!”
“Where’s the Fucking Detonator?”
“GIMME THE FUCKING DETONATOR!”
“The Button! PUSH THE FUCKING BUTTON!”
“OH GOD! THE BATTERY IS Dead!”
“Shmooky! Oh, Shmooky! Where are you! Poopsie Woopsie is getting HOT and HORNY!”
“SHMOOKY, I NEED IT NOW!”
“Shmooky, what’s the matter? You’re not looking so Good! Here, let me help! I think I know what you need! A little Pussy will make you feel a lot better!”
“Shmooky! You look like you’re having a Heart Attack! What’s the matter, baby? Don’t you wanna play Snuggle Wuggle, any more? You look about as happy as a Suicide Bomber!”
“I know, I’ll pretend I’m a Virgin! You always like that! Which one do you want me to be? You have a choice of 72!”
CLUNK! CRASH!
“Shmooky? Wake up! You’re starting to scare me! Breath, Shmooky! Not wanting to Fuck somebody isn’t NORMAL!”
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You’ve heard of the Uppity Nigger? Well, Now We Got the Uppity Jew. What’s a U.S. Secretary of State, or Vice President, To Do?
“Alpha Dog” Israel To American Puppy Dog: “Sniff My Ass, Eat My Shit! Rub It On Your Nose, and Smear It On Your Pants! My, What a Nice, Shit Faced Little Clown Dog You Are!”
“Now, Fork Over the 30 Billion in U.S. Taxpayer Aid You Promised Us, Ya Fucking Wuss! Ya See, I’m Just Like a Big Bank on Wall Street, I’m Too Big to Fail!”
“It’s He-Brew Scudwiser Beer Time! Time To 'Bail Out' Another ‘Over Leveraged’ (that's 'Over Borrowed') Jewish Guy, Again!” Does Anybody See a Pattern Here? Naaaw! No Way! Them Jew Boys Is Too Smart to get too far out on a limb!
I Am NOT an Anti-Semenite! I’m NOT Against Anyone’s Semen, or DNA, No Matter How Much They Exhibit “Defective Nutty Acting”, In Their “Dynamic Noggin Attic”, or In Their “Daily Nutritional Attitude”, or In Their “Daily Natural Aptitude”!
America to Israel: “Yes, Shlomo, Dear! Please Don’t Pussy Whip Me Again! I’ll Be Your Good Little Bitch! I Won’t Bring It Up Again! Mum’s the Word! Here’s the 30 Billion, Now Go Buy a Condo Settlement!”
“I’ll Even Let You Do Me Again, Anytime You Want, in “Shlomo” Slow Motion! Hump Me, You Big Hunky Hairy Heeb, Like the Good Little U.S. Lap Dog I Am!”
“My, What a BIG Jew Atomic Penis You Have! Your Nutty Flavored Semen Just EXPLODES Inside My Entertainment Walls!”
(Text from Bernard, “Ya Gotta Admit, the Boy still has the Touch, or is that Touched? Touch me Baby! Give me your Hand, and show me the Way! Oh yeah, I‘m Explodin‘ Now! Hmm, what a Nice Nutty Flavor!” )
How Did That Sneak in There? Oh, Yeah! Sneak It in, in Between My Wailing Walls! Bang My Box, with that Little Symbolic Box on Top of Your Head! Do Me Baby! Now Rock, Back and Forth! Show me you REALLY Mean it! And Start Mumbling Crazy Stuff!
Now Grind it, Right In! Bang It, You Little Bitch, Like Your Life Depended On It!
I SAID, “GGRRIINNDD IITT HHAARRDDEERR!” That’s NOT HARD Enough! BANG IT, You Little Prick, as HARD AS YOU CAN! Bam! BAM! BAAMM!
BANG ME! WITH YOUR LITTLE Molecular Atomic DICK!
Oh, GOD…
(Sound of very rapid Banging and Squeaking Bed.)
I’M…
(Bang-squeak-Bang-squeak-Bang!)
AT…
(Bam-squeak-Bam-Squeak-BAM!)
GER, GER-ROUNDDDDD…
(BAM-BAM-BAM, BAAMMM!)
ZE, ZE, ZERO! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGG! AAAHHHHGGG!
BBLORRPPP, SPLOOSH, squeak! BLORP, SPLAP, squeak! BLURP, Flazz, squeak!
dribble.
Squeak.
(Sound of a little dog, panting very rapidly!)
Oh, WOW, Baby! That was GREAT! GOOD DOGGY!
God, I LOVE YOU! Especially Your Billions in Bullion! Money is Such an Aphrodisiac! You’re Such a Good U.S. Sugar Daddy! We Really do Love Each Other, Don’t We?
Ya know, I think We Have the Basis Here, for a Real Long Term Relationship, Don’t You?
We just gotta get a few things settled first, ya know, a few ground rules for a relationship!
Oh, yeah! "The Heeb and the Shiksa", this is gonna work out great!
Who should we get to play in the movie?
I don’t know, we might have trouble there, but then, maybe not! We'll just change a few names! Easy as pie!
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I Text Myself, Whenever I Want!
This is my first Official release, in my “New Delayed Reaction Series”. Since I’m not getting paid the Big Bucks by the New Muck Yuck Times to write this Blogshit, I figure I might as well release my “Gospel Messages” whenever the fuck I want. No deadlines, AND I’m my own Boss! Hey, “Cave Bin” Laden does it with his Cave Releases, so why can’t I?
And since I’m The Boss of Me, whenever I want to feel good, I just order an Imaginary Employee to come in and suck up to me, and in my Wildest and Best Fantasies, the secretary willingly, and with full consent, and no sexual whorasstiments intended, SUCKS ME! Now that’s a Good Day at the Office! (whorasstiment - that’s my new word. As a “writer”, I can do that.)
So, how do you like this “settlement” piece, about Israel as the New Alpha Dog, giving America Puppy Training? Hmmm?
I call it, “Thoughts on the Ground”. Or, the “New Jewish Realty Service”. That’s NOT a typing ERROR! Reality versus REALTY. “Sidney, have I got a Condo for You! Location! Location! Location!”
“And it even has a nice River view! Look Sidney, East, or West Bank, what’s the difference! Does it matter if it’s in a kind of a ‘Bad Arab’ neighborhood? Oh, just the usual New York stuff, barbed wire, flood lights, Walls, guns.”
“Anyway, Blog Boy, when I decide to publish is My Timetable! And my Blog of Condiment Settlement Sentiments, is My Own Intellectual Capital!”, and I ain’t Sharing it with NOBODY, ESPECIALLY SOMEONE WITH A DIFFERENT STINK ASS Religion than MINE! Go Pray somewhere else, you Wrong Religion Person YOU!
“Go Land” on some other “Heights”, and get your “Gassy Ass Stripped” somewhere else, because you’re just an Occupation LOSER!
Bottom Rail On Top This Time, Shoe On the Other Foot! Dancin’ By the Light of the Moon!
Israel to World: “Ain’t nobody pushing the JEW around NO MO! We were almost wiped out during World War II, but if you try it again, you got another think coming, ya Motherfucker! We didn’t work our way up from Blue Jeans to Boy Bands, to Atom Bombs for Nothing!”
“If YOU and your Taxi Cab Driving Brooklyn cousins, Al Kyda, or Al Kabob, or your gay fag cousin, Swish Kabob, try and take us Jews down again, we’re gonna take You, AND the Whole Fucking World, down with Us! Got it, Mohammed Rag Head Sand Nigger Boy?”
“It’s MUTUAL ASSURED DESTRUCTION TIME, all over again! M.A.D.! And I mean INSANE! If WE Go DOWN, You’re Going Down With Us!”
“No more of this “No more Jews! Just Arabs left over!” No way Ahkmed! There won‘t be any Jews, or Arabs, left in the Middle East! That’s the Deal, see!”
“The Whole Tank Farm’s gonna BLOW, see, if you keep trying to make us go! Got it, El Kabob? Its El Kabong for all of us, this time! We’re ALL Dirty Rats, this time, with No Place to Jump Ship! You got my Drift, Buster?
Ka-Boom! Hey Ma! Look! I’m on Top of the World! I’m on FIRE, and I’m takin’ the Whole World With Me! I Love Ya, MA! You’re the BEST Mom, a Boy could EVER have! I LOVE YA! We’ll all talk to Mohammed, and Jesus, and God, and Allah, and Yahweh, when we get there! KA-BOOOMMM!”
FLA-BAAAAMMM! GA-BOOOOMMM! WHA-BAM BOOM, GAH DOOOMMM!
WAAAWWWHHHOOOSSSHHH!
So ya see, Mister A-Rab Persian Boy, things ain’t gonna be so “SUNNI” any more, on your side of the Muslim Street! In fact, they’re gonna get a lot more “Shiite”! So you got your choice, it’s gonna be either Sunny, or Shitty, but not both, ya can’t have Both!
You choose, and what you decide will determine whether or not you’re gonna be around to pray five times a day! If you pick wrong, you’re gonna be Radioactive History! Dust in the Wind! Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust, just a whole lot Quicker, Pal! No time for lollygagging, or smelling the roses!
There’s No More Pushing the Jew around! NO MORE! If I go, YOU GO TOO!
That’s the new word on the Street.
You wanna find out how much “street cred” there is to that, well, go ahead, and you be the first to push “The BUTTON”. I’ll be 6,000 comfy miles away! You my friend, will be at the New “GROUND ZERO”. I hope you got a really good Radiation Suit. But hey, why not push the Big Button, you’ll just get to see Allah, sooner. You tell him you tried everything, except Peace. Okay? That’s what YOU TELL ALLAH, when you meet him.
Tell Allah YOU TRIED EVERYTHING, EXCEPT PEACE. I’m sure he’ll be glad to hear that!
GOT IT, Mr. Suckdeekee, Mr. Super Holy Muslim Man?
Besides, a radioactive Middle East will be good for Tourism! “There’s nothing like a Radioactive Spring Time, in the Middle East! I hear the Weather is just Lovely, this time of Year! AND NO CROWDS! NO PEOPLE! NO TROUBLE BOOKING a ROOM! NOT A SOUL LEFT to bother ya! Barren, lifeless, empty, the perfect place to relax and get away from the rat race!”
Allah will be So Pleased! You tried So Hard to get along, but there was nothing left to do but BLOW UP THE FUCKING WORLD!
ALLAH WILL LOVE THAT, and GIVE YOU A MEDAL, and a New Prayer Rug, for BEING THE BEST MUSLIM, in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD! (Sound of Applause and cheers, Happy Clapping, AK-47s firing in the Street! Walla, walla, walla!)
Happy Mother: “He was the Best Suicide Bomber, a Mother could ever Wish For! Allah surely Loves him, now! He was a credit to his Religion, and his Race!”
But, but, but…
The Infidel White Man MADE me do it! I HAD NO CHOICE, I HAD TO! I HAD TO BLOW UP THE WORLD, TO PROVE I LOVED IT! I HAD TO DESTROY THE WORLD, TO SAVE IT! It all makes Sense, with Precise Geometrical Logic! It’s all right there, on the pages of the Holiest of Holy Books! It’s what Allah, God, or Yahweh, would have Wanted!
DESTROY HIS WORLD, DESTROY HIS CREATION, TO PROVE YOU LOVE HIM!
IT ALL MAKES PERFECT SENSE! PRAISE ALLAH! PRAISE GOD! AND YAHWEH, TOO!
A New World Order? Who, Is On the Bottom of the Shoe, This Time?
What will the world be like, with no more Jews, or Arabs, in the Middle East? A Full blown Ethnic Cleansing! Imagine that! There won’t be Anybody left to Pray, and be SO HOLY!
The place is starting to sound a whole lot better already!
You see, Arabs and Jews are just like Men and Women. Ya can’t live with ‘em, and ya can’t live without ‘em! And they Still keep Fucking Each Other! Go figure!
Signed,
Faint “Mandelbaumowitzinsteenberg O’Donnell Hoodi Booty” Bernard
The Only Real Religious Saint left, after both the Jewish Atomic Penis, and the Arab
Atomic Penis, EJACULATED ALL OVER, the Whole Fucking God forsaken Middle East!
Bernard, THE Official Member of the ONLY Correct Religion, on the Face of the Planet!
Nana, Nana, Na Na! My Religion is Better than Yours!
My Atomic Penis is Bigger than your Atomic Penis!
My Dick is Bigger than Your Dick! In fact, you don’t have a Dick! Because I Blew it off, with my ATOMIC PENIS!
You dickless dickwad!
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Telegram, or text message, from God to Israel: “What the Fuck? God is waiting! I have a Big Party ready for the whole Mid East Gang! Lotsa food! Free Radioactive Religious Cleansing when you arrive! Can’t wait to see you! Drive carefully!”
“Remember to bring ALL your Holy Books, and I will correct all the mistakes, with my yellow highlighter!
Signed,
Your Big Buddy,
GOD, ALLAH, and YAHWEH!
Also known as, “THE HOLY CARTEL”!
HOLY OPEC, BATMAN! It’s the “Organization of Prophet Exporting Countries”!
P.S. Allah says, “See you soon!”
“Don’t worry, I have barrels of Atomic Burn Crème,
when you get here!”
“I’m SO PROUD of you guys!”
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Copyright © 2010 by Bernard Drums! All rights Reserved.
www.CultureDrums.BlogSpot.com
Have you tried the Radioactive Potato Salad? It’s very Zesty!
The CLOCK is TICKING! And it’s going BACKWARDS!
De-Evolving back to the BIG BANG!
Think about that, Aaron, and Moustafa.
Christian Freak in Colorado: “Now wait a minute! There ain’t no Evolution, and that’s Proven Biblical FACT, AND, there never was, and never will be, a BIG BANG!”
“That’s What I BELIEVE, so it Must BE TRUE!”
“And I’m willing to Fight to the Death, to prove my Love for Mankind, and to force you to believe, what I believe, even if I have to kill you, to show how much I LOVE YOU!”
“There ain’t no room for COMPROMISE, PAL! THIS IS THE END TIMES! WE’RE ALL GONNA GO OUT, IN A BLAZE OF HOLY GLORY!”
“YEE-HA! JIHAD! RIDE ‘EM, COWBOY! RIDE ‘EM, JEW BOY!”
“SO LONG, LITTLE DOGGIES!”
“HOME SWEET HOME, ON THE ATOMIC TESTING RANGE!”
Ka-BOOM!
(Lotsa Big Mushroom Clouds! All Fluffy and Puffy!)
Lights out, John Boy!
Lights Out, Pa!
Good Night, Mahkmood!
With 72 Virgins waiting for ya, you won’t miss a thing! Trust me! Just you, and an ETERNITY, humpin’ A PUSSY!
Pooky Waits in Heaven, To Feel Your Big Atomic Penis!
“Yes, Dear! I’m COMING! I’ll be right there!”
“Was that any BETTER, Dear? Did I do it just right, this time? NO? Harder? Faster? Slower? A circular Motion? Whuh? Okay, okay, I’ll try, try again!”
If you don’t succeed the first time…
You might have an Eternity to try, try again!
That’s a Good Thing, right?
“I hear you, Dear! I’m coming!”
“I said, I’ll be right UP, and I promise I’ll get it Up!”
“Oh, FUCK! (Shake-shake) The bottle’s EMPTY!
Jesus Christ! I gotta Fuck Her, AGAIN!? This chick is NUTS!
“There is No Way I can do it Again! Both my heads are just not into it!
“Daddy Boo, where are you, Poopsie Woopsie?”
“I gotta fuckin Hide!”
“Poopsie! I said, RIGHT NOW, or Mama’s gonna get Mad! I’m Waiting!”
“Oh god! NOOOOO! NOT AGAINN! AAAAAAHHHHHHIIIEEEE!
“Where’s the Backpack, with the BOMB IN IT? I GOTTA STRAP IT ON!”
“Oh, Good! Plenty of Dynamite!”
“Where’s the Fucking Detonator?”
“GIMME THE FUCKING DETONATOR!”
“The Button! PUSH THE FUCKING BUTTON!”
“OH GOD! THE BATTERY IS Dead!”
“Shmooky! Oh, Shmooky! Where are you! Poopsie Woopsie is getting HOT and HORNY!”
“SHMOOKY, I NEED IT NOW!”
“Shmooky, what’s the matter? You’re not looking so Good! Here, let me help! I think I know what you need! A little Pussy will make you feel a lot better!”
“Shmooky! You look like you’re having a Heart Attack! What’s the matter, baby? Don’t you wanna play Snuggle Wuggle, any more? You look about as happy as a Suicide Bomber!”
“I know, I’ll pretend I’m a Virgin! You always like that! Which one do you want me to be? You have a choice of 72!”
CLUNK! CRASH!
“Shmooky? Wake up! You’re starting to scare me! Breath, Shmooky! Not wanting to Fuck somebody isn’t NORMAL!”
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Wall Street Steps On It's Big Swinging Dick! Where's MY Bonus? Is It "I'm Glad the USS Titanic, Didn't Sink Into a Deeper Ocean DEPRESSION?"
Lifeboats, Anyone? Tennis? Cake?
Lifeboats? Who Needs Lifeboats? You Fool, We Designed this Financial Ship To NEVER SINK!
Who Needs a Lifeboat, When the Ship Can’t Sink! Good God, Man, Come to Your Bloody Senses! This Ship Was Made From a Pure “Derivative” of Helium! It’s Lighter Than Air, Or Water!
Don’t Be a Daft Blighter! It’s Lighter, Than a Vile and Bilious Bubble of Bile! It Can NEVER SINK! Even If It Bumped Into a Big Wall Street Dick’s Cigar Lighter!
It Could Crash Maybe! But That’s a Different Story! Sink? HA! Never!
Full Steam Ahead! I’m Going Below to Catch Some Shut Eye! Wake Me If Anything Unusual Pops Up!
Aye-aye, Captain!
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Iceberg Alley!
[ A Little While Later. ]
Holy Christ! Iceberg Dead Ahead! Lookout!
Ka-BLAM! SCHREEEEEEEEEEECH! FLUNGLE, BUNGLE, ZOOOOOORRRBBB!
HIIIISSSSSSSSS! BLOOP! Ka- Floooom!
Full Stop!
Aye- aye, Sir!
Sir! Admiral Walt (“Old Dead Eye Dick Kevorkian”) Street! What shall we do, Oh Captain, My Captain? Will You Assist Us in Our Economic Suicide, Sir, and Help Us Sink Now?
Man the Lifeboats! Admirals, Captains and Bankers First, Citizens Last! Throw the Women and Children Overboard! The Citizens MUST Go Down With the Ship! Shred the Documents! Where’s my Rubber Ducky?
NYT Headline: Wall Street Bankers Too Fat Too Sink! Survive on Check Bounce, “Float”, and Oil/Mayo/Buttered Sandwich “Life Preservers” That Float on Ocean Surface!
Q: Why Give a Bonus, to the Guys that “Boned Us”, at the Tax Payer Bailed Out Banks? Where’s My Cut, For Saving Their Fat Wall Street Asses?
Ouch! Why Does My Ass Hurt So Much? What Is It Chicks Say After a Good Fucking? “I Can Hardly WALK, he fucked me too well!”
Tax Their Bonus, Fo’ Sho’ Buckwheat! And Send ME the April 15th Refund Check! And Use It To Help Pay for Health Care!
Advice: Remember, “Mister Super Clever, Finance Idiot White Boy”, that Big Fat White Thing, in Front of the Ship, Is An ICEBERG!
It’s Not Another Blubbery Wall Street Trader, From Brooklyn! So Don’t Put Your Big Fat Dick In It, Okay! Steer Around It! Just Hump the Bags of Gold, in the Back Room, Okay?
Now Pass that Pastrami Sandwich, with “Cock Trail” Sauce, Ya Fat, Pin Stripe, Traitor Boy! Mmm! Now That’s What I Call a Big Swinging, Wall Street, Dick Lickin’, Good Taste! A Hot, Tender, “Submarine Hoagie Grinder Penis Sandwich”!
Nothing Like Biting Off the Head of Your Own Economic Dick, To Make a Day Successful!
NYT Headline: Wall Street Sucks Own Dick! Then Steps On It! Then Sucks It Again, to Make It Feel Better! Who Knew? Go Figure!
Next Stock Play is High Rising “Dick Band-Aid” Company! And “Dick Shelters” for High Tax Fucks!
GOP Reveals New Party Plank, “Unleashing the True Dickness, of Conservative, Untamed Capitalism! How to Live with a GOP Dick Up Your ASS!”
(When You Think About It, Just Why ARE GOPsters So Afraid of Gays, When They Always Want to Fuck Everybody Else, Up the Ass? Hmm? Have You Ever Thought About That?)
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Vampires Dead Ahead!
[Today. Now. The Present. This actualized potential of Moment, this very fleeting Instant Of TIME! You fucking numskull, right NOW!]
And Now, My Children, Let Us Begin…
Lessons from Your Great Prophet!
The GREAT FAINT BERNARDY!
(Sounds of Legal Age, Teenage Girls Screaming in Background, just like at a Beatles Con-Sert! “We Luv You Bernardy! Here’s My Room Key, and my Wet Panties!” Ahh! The Elixir of the Gods! )
(Well, alright, the “sounds” of fifty year old Chicks, hootin and hollerin, who still kinda look 18, if you squint, and look sideways, at night, and turn the lights down real low. With a jar of Heat Activated KY Sex Jelly smeared all over their face, and on the camera lens, and you call it “The Return of the Vampires!” Well, it‘s not that bad, but bright sunlight might Melt them, just like a real vampire!)
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Department of Small Victories! Bureau of Big Defeats!
Washington, D.C. -- Hallelujah! Bonus Tax Passed! Recent NPR news story says 50% tax passed, on Bonuses, at tax funded, bailed out Wall Street banks! Yippee! Thank you Lord, for small favors! Rich guy actually has to PAY a TAX! The Rich don’t always get to keep every last freakin’ Penny! Praise the Lord!
However, the Manhattan Cash Addiction Rehabilitation Centers of America, has seen an unprecedented spike in enrollment, now that rich people may actually have to pay Taxes!
Their parking lots are filled to overflowing with Beemers, Volvos and Benzes! Piles of Prozac prescriptions, litter the streets of the Financial District!
And Hallelujah, for the passage of Health Care Reform! The Southern Confederate Republican Party, and their Plantation Senators, were really getting to be one Giant, Dickfaced “Tongue Depressor” on the whole Issue!
“Please Suh! Please Mr. Republican Senator! May I have another Ladle of Pennies, with my Gruel? I’m hungry, and I need to help pay for the rich Wall Street Trader’s ‘Captain Mortgage Flavored Traitor Rum’, that all sank to the bottom of the Ocean, on the U.S.S. Titanic! And now Lloyds of London won’t insure any more shipwrecks, now that all the King’s ducats, and bullion soup, are at the bottom of the Financial Sea!”
“If I don’t pep up me physique with more porridge and gruel, I’ll catch the Dickens, and even more Wall Street ‘Dick Ends’ will slide up me poor Economic Butt Hole! Ouch! Please Suh! Me Mum’s dying from the Republican Plague, and I’m so Hungry!”
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Reality Time On Deck, On the Good Ship U.S.S. Lollipop! Suck On This, Pal! How Do You Like Your “Unregulated Market Messiah” Now, Ya Little Miss Pinafore DickWuss?
Okay, Kids…
Lets see if I got this straight…
A bunch of Super Clever, white, Wall Street Finance Guys, who got tons of Bonus Money during their Careers, ended up stepping on their Big Swinging Wall Street Dicks, let things spin, or “squish” out of control, and then they crashed, and burned down Wall Street, taking the Banks, Brokerage firms, and the Whole durn Economy, down with them.
Did I leave anything out? Like, maybe, all the poor wittle wascally wabbits on Wall Street, otherwise known as, “Coldhearted, Ruthless, Financiers”, were forced by the Big Bad Gubmint, to GIVE away ALL Their Money, to people who couldn’t pay it Back?
Hmm? That’s plausible, isn’t it, Mr. Easter Bunny? Wall Street was forced to hide all the brightly colored Easter Eggs, including the chocolates and creams, and THEN, when they needed them Back, they Couldn’t FIND THEM!
Why? Because the Easter Bunny Took them! YES HE DID! A Big White Fat New Yawk Brooklyn Rabbit took them! Put them all in his Basket, and Ran Away down a little Rabbit Hole called “HELL”! Where it’s Very Hot, and all the golden eggs MELTED!
And that’s why you didn’t get any eggs for Easter, or toys for Christmas, and it’s also why Daddy and Mommy lost their jobs! And it’s all because of a particular “CULTURE” on Wall Street, that’s RESPONSIBLE! Do you know what I mean? Huh, Kids? Can we be any Clearer?
Pretty Clever, huh? Wall Street figures out “The New Innovative Mortgage Scheme of the CENTURY!” And you know what? It’s called “CHEATING!” That’s where it’s “derived” from! An old German derivative called “Oopder assholen”!
And right now, they’re so far “Oopder assholen”, their hand is coming out of the Top of Your Head!
Don’t Worry, them Wall Street Boys Got everything Under Control! Them Boys is Smert! You just put a rabbit trap next to that rabbit hole, and maybe, just maybe, you might get your money Back!
Mom Tries To Figure Out Who Hit Who First! Was It Little Billy, Or Fat Marvin? Dad’s Gonna Be Pissed When He Gets Home! Oops! What Home?
[Little Kid talks to Mom, outside house, after house burns down, and fire department is hosing down burning embers] :
“Gee, Mom, I didn’t know the matches would set the House on Fire! Honest, I didn’t! I was just trying to warm up the kitty, and then the curtains caught fire, and then the sofa, and pretty soon, the whole house was gone! Do ya think Dad will be mad at me? Huh? Gee, Mom, don’t be sore at me! I was only playing around! Honest! I’ll be good from now on!”
Now, the hard core Wall Street Republicans are arguing, that we don’t dare fuck with the “Free Market” compensation system, at taxpayer controlled banks, because if we don’t throw tons of bonuses at these same Super Clever Finance guys, they won’t stick around to fix what they FUCKED UP.
I think the basic line on the pundidiot TV shows is: “These are the guys who made the Bankrupt, Bailed Out Banks “SUCCESSFUL”, and if we don’t give them high pay, they will leave to another bank, who will pay them more, and the bank they left won’t ever be “SUCCESSFUL AGAIN.”
Dog Chases Tail, in Circular Logic Motion! Stir, Until the LUMPS, Are Gone!
What kind of fucked up “logic” is “we gotta give them the same incentive pay that caused them to fuck up, or they won’t perform well now?” What, give them the INCENTIVE to fuck things up again? Give them a Second Chance to Step on their Collective Dicks?
These are the Guys WHO FUCKED EVERYTHING UP!
Let them Leave their jobs, for Bad Performance. How’s that for Logic? Fire them for Fucking Up on the Job! Just like everybody else! Good Riddance, and give them a good kick in the butt at the door!
LET them go find work elsewhere! Get somebody ELSE at the HELM, get a Fresh Start, and give somebody else a chance to Fix Things, who isn’t as fucked up as the first guy! Somebody who didn’t fuck things up in the first place! Change the Culture! Change the Thinking! Gooder THINKING, for a GOODER WORLD! That’s the Ticket!
You mean to tell me there isn’t ANYBODY else out there who can run a fucking bank? How the fuck hard is it to run a fucking bank?
Bank School. How Hard Could It Be? One Plus One, Two Plus Two, Three… Will You Shut the Fuck Up? You Made Me Lose Count! Now I Gotta Start ALL OVER Again, Counting This Money! You Putz! You Even Made Me Forget Which Finger I Was On!
A guy with an MBA could probably run a bank, with assistance from a good team of accountants, and a few finance majors thrown in. Hell, a decent Top Level accountant, by himself, could probably run a bank!
Have you ever even seen an Intermediate Level Accounting College Textbook, which is not even considered Advanced Level? There are finance and accounting people all over America! And we’re LOCKED IN to the same guys that fucked things up? What, do you think these Wall Street assholes are some kind of irreplaceable Quantum Mechanic, Einstein Bank Magicians?
I mean, think about what you are SAYING!
“We THREW TONS OF MONEY at guys who FUCKED THINGS UP, so now we gotta throw TONS OF MONEY at THE SAME GUYS, to get them to FIX IT?”
WHAT THE FUCK COLLEGE DID YOU GO TO? MacDonalds Hamburger School?
Clown School? Fox News “School of Journalism”?
Jesus! I’m gonna go shoot myself, or, as my platonic friend Michelle says, “Run into the street screaming!”
Life just isn’t worth living anymore, with Rich Republicans stepping on Everybody’s dick, except their own!
Compassionate, Society Lovin’, “Big Government Jesus”, Practicing It’s Man Woman Citizen Love, Performs “Miracle of the Bread” (Miracle of the Dough?), and Rescues Drowning “Wall Street Ratdick Assholes”!
Who Then Proceed, in Fine Gold (Feingold?), Turn Coat Judas Tradition, To Stab Jesus in the Back! Et Tu Brutus! Not You Too? Is Your Caesar Salad Not Rich Enough? Here, Have Some of My Pastrami Sandwich, With Oozing, Dripping, “CockTrail” Sauce!
I got news for ya, my Puritan Capitalist Pal, we already “fucked with the free market compensation system”, by “decompensating” your capitalist ass from the “compensation” of going out of business, being flat on your ass, and out in the street without a pot to piss in!
Where you would be sitting today, Mr. Wall Street Walrus, Old Dead Eye Dick, if it wasn’t for a little old thing called a Socialist Welfare Nanny State “Taxpayer Safety Net”, courtesy of Big Gubmint, ridin’ to your Fat Ass Capitalist Rescue!
And the only reason we took bleedin’ heart, liberal pity on ya, was because if we didn’t, the Titanic, the ol’ battlehip USS Economy, the whole kit and kaboodle, really would be sunk on the bottom, in miles of Deep Water! And then everybody would really be screwed, even worse than they are now! So we reluctantly Plugged up your shitty leaking asshole, to keep you Afloat, so we’d ALL stay afloat. Got it?
And what’s the first thing you do, Dickweed? You ask for your Bonus. Where’s my freakin’ Bonus you say, for a job well done! Wow! What a Man you are! Always looking out for Number One! Getting everything you deserve, even if we all suffer.
What a good little capitalist fuck you are! Mommy must be Proud! Her Son Fucked the Nation with his little “Free” market Dick Prick! You da Man, ya fat Wall Street Fuck! You’re the Big Dick, on the Nation’s Wall Street Block!
Signed,
Faint Bernard.
So Faint, I think I’m gonna die!
Will Republican Health Care save me, or did I fail to afford the Insurance Premium?
I just wish my dick was long enough to step on, or gets long enough to step on, stimulated by a naked chick standing in my living room, smiling at me and saying, “Go Baby! Work that Bonis!”, at least once more before I die.
“Work that Bonis, Baby! Work it! Harder! Oh, that’s a Good Boy! Splurt! Splurt! All over the carpet, and my creamy womanly thighs!”
“Don’t worry, Mommy will lick it ALL Up! She likes to Lick Up the Mess you make!”
Copyright © 2010 by Bernard Drums! All rights Reserved, including Holy Catholic Last Rites, and the right to have a Female Priest, or a NUN, in Full Rabbit Habit, tenderly hold my penis, just before I Come, to the Lord!
Oh, My! That’s Awfully Sticky Holy Water! Sorry, Sister! Some things just can’t be helped! And when it comes to my Weeny, it can only be saved, exercised, held, kissed, sucked, and fucked! But Helped? No! If you wanna help it, you gotta suck it, AND Be A WOMAN!
But, at least I will have honestly earned, My Holy “Bonis”. Unlike the Wall Street boys.
It won’t be a Stolen Bonis.
It will be all Mine, fully Earned, on the up and up. Right up there with God.
(Sound of Angels Singing! A gloriously full, Female Chorus! )
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Y’all come back now, and I’ll give you an Extra Special, Throbbing red Bonis!
Question: Why do Wall Street Bankers always step on their Dicks?
Answer: Because they’re always bending over, to unzip their Pricks, while preparing to Fuck You.
[Rameo, in Joliet Prison, Illinois.]: “Oh, Nay, Mercutio! The Coiled Snake, inside the Soiled, Plotted, and Potted Plans, that Wall Street doth Make! It‘s enough to make a Virgin Market Quake!”
“Forgive them, Lord, for they know not, what they do!”
“They think they have been Chosen, by the New God, the God of Cash, to Serve the Golden Idol, the Bull Market Calf, of our Nation’s New, MARKET RELIGION!”
“Hail the New God! The GOD of the MARKET! BOW DOWN on your Knees, and SERVE HIM!”
“The GOD of the MARKET, Over ALL!”
“The MARKET GOD, Uber ALLES!”
“WORK Makes You FREE!”
“ARBEIT Macht FREI!”
“Let Untamed, Out of Control Capitalism, Burn, Cleanse, and Purify Your Soul, and Send Your Ashes Heavenward, in the Raging Fires of the CONCENTRATED FINAL PROFIT SOLUTION.”
If you’re not part of the Profit, you’re not part of the Prophet.
Efficiency in carrying out the Final Profit Solution, is more important than Humanity, in any Final Solution.
Health Care is Deciding who lives or dies. The whole Nation is a Death Camp, if a Corporate Dr. Mengele, the Angel of Death, stands at the HEALTH CAMP gate, and decides who gets to Live or Die.
They say, “Never forget the Holocaust.”
I say, “Try not to forget any Form of Holocaust.”
Who, is Forgetting, NOW?
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How’s that for a Bonis?
Ba-Bump! Cymbal CRASH! Take my Life, Please!
I’m dying out here!
Can it get ANY Worse?
Vote Republican, and you’ll see!
But wasn’t it the Democrats that FORCED Wall Street to give away Bad Mortgages?
That’s what I heard from a Republican Think Tank! Poor wittle Wall Street was held Hostage by Demoncrats!
And Elmer Fudd (as John McCain) and Olive Oil (as Sarah Palin) were gonna Save us!
But a Black Muslim, Non Citizen, Monkey Boy, named Brutus O’Mamma, who is an inexperienced Community Organizer and Law Perfessor, and who is not even as Smert as George Bush, the Genius Alcoholic “C” Student from “Yale”, got elected instead, by buying up the Black Vote with Easy, No payment BAD Mortgages!
And now them Demoncrats are gonna take all our Pure Virgin, White Tax Dollars, and give them to them feelthy Neegars, so they can live for FREE, high on the Hog, on the White Dollar!
And now the only guy that can save us, is Senator “Beady Eyed” Bane-er from Ohio (as Pop Eye, the Sailor Man) who’s gonna Force us all to eat a “Can of Deficit Power Muskel Building Spinach!
YUCK!
“I’m Pop Eye the Sailor Man! Toot! Toot!”
Olive Oil: “Oh, Brutus! You’re such a BIG ManDonkey!”
Brutus: “Tanks, Olive Oil! Yer not so bad yerself, Toots!”
Toot! Toot! Right in the Booty!
Pop Eye the Sailor Man [singing his theme song]:
“I’m Pop Eye, the Sailor Man! Beep, beep!”
“I’m Pop Pie, the Nail Her Man!” (wink, wink)
“I’m Pop Eye the Creepy old, Beady Eyed, Senator Bane-er Man!
Toot! Toot!”
“Where’s Me Spinach, Olive Oil? I can’t lives, without me Spinach!”
Stay Tuned Kids! For the Next Decade of, “Conservative Republican Cartooons!”
See if Little Sweepy Sweet Pee gets HEALTH CARE, OR NOT!
And Wimpie says, “I’ll gladly pay you Next Tuesday, for a Hamburger I can have TODAY!” So sayeth the Republican Big Spenders, who COMPLETELY WIPED OUT, CLINTON‘S BUDGET SURPLUS OF 2000!
Argh! Just shut up and EAT your Spinach! It’s Good For You! It helps Build up your Deficit Muskels, now that the Republicunts have outspent the Demoncrats, and Spent ALL the Money!
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Where are you Superman? We need you!
Do the Republicans have you locked up, in Frozen Budget Kryptonite?
If we melt all the Artic Ice, will Superman still have a Secret Hideout, and Super Fortress?
Superman was a Democrat, right?
How can you tell?
Because Superman HELPED PEOPLE! He didn’t just collect, and conserve, precious Metals, and CASH, in a Secret Vault, hidden, and inaccessible to the People.
Now, if we could ONLY find where Clark Kent and Lois Lane disappeared to, we might be in Better Shape!
Too late, they’re working for POX “News” now! They “went over” to the Dark Side, you know, with sagging careers they wanted that last cash fuck.
What’s Batman’s number? Do you think he’s still available? How do you do that Bat Signal Thing? Do you put your fingers in front of a candle and a sheet, and then blow a whistle?
Or do you get dressed up in a black rubber outfit, and sing “Whip it Baby, whip it all Nite”?
I don’t know. But I do know how to summon a Republican.
How?
You Show him the round end of a broomstick, and say, “Can I put this up your Uptight Butt?”
And?
They generally say Yes.
Why?
Because it makes them Feel Good. Somehow the Rigid Discipline and Pain of it, makes them feel Better, about their Other, Deep, Inner PAIN.
Oh. I didn’t realize that.
Well, now ya know. Nobody ever said life was pretty.
What Other Deep Inner Pain do they Have?
They can’t CONTROL LIFE. That’s their Ultimate Goal. They want to CONTROL LIFE.
Why?
Because Life is MESSY, and Uncontrollable, and often painful as a result.
But if they know that, why do they want to try and control Life?
Because if they can Control life, they can Avoid having the Trauma that happened to them, ever happen again.
But they want other People to Suffer!
Exactly! They’re Repeating their Childhood Trauma, in an effort to understand it, and then maybe Change it, but they get stuck in the never ending loop of Repeating the Conditions of the Trauma!
But why do they want others to suffer?
Becuz it makes them feel not alone, and why should you get a free pass to avoid what they had to go through? You’ve got to suffer just like they did, otherwise it’s Not Fair!
OH. Now I get it! “I went thru it, so you do too!” Makes Perfect Sense. Otherwise, you get off Scot Free! And you don’t have to suffer like they did, and that’s Not Fair! I get it! I really do! It makes perfect Sense! It explains ALL their Inconsistencies!
No wonder they’re always trying to make everybody rigidly BEHAVE, they just Barely have themselves under CONTROL! Holy SHIT! I see it Now!
If they slack off with you, they’ll go nuts and start doing Weird Shit themselves! They’ll start humping a dog in the middle of the Street, or doing the neighbor!
They’re like alcoholics! If they see you drinking, they’ll grab the bottle first thing, and never let go!
But they never break out of their Endless Feedback Loop, so they have to keep pushing the suffering onto others, and maintaining a high level of pain for others, in order to minimize their Inner Psychic Pain!
But Nothing Cures their Pain! Not Money, Gold, Mansions, Stocks, bonds, diamonds, Helicopters, Vacations, none of it ever cures the emptiness in their hearts.
They’re like the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz! They’re Missing LOVE! And they can’t replace the Love they’re Missing, with Material Possessions or Power, no matter how hard they try! Got it?
Yeah! I do!
That’ll be 1,000 dollars, please!
A thousand bucks! What, are you NUTS?
Yep! But, on the other hand, that WAS five Psychiatric Sessions collapsed into One!
Five times 200 dollars is one thousand dollars! Do you want to take five hours, to do what I just did for you, in five minutes? Hmm?
Check or credit card?
Card’s fine.
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Blub, blub, splort…
Fleef, glub, fubula…
Florp! Flimp! Bleek!
Deep down, under the Subways and Sewers of New York City, there is a bubbling, a stirring, a noise, and motion…
It’s the Darkest, deepest part of the Republican Soul, if you can call it that. A MONSTER, deep inside the battered, tattered, and barely breathing shattered remnants, of the traumatized, Trauma Sized “CONSERVATIVE REPUBLICAN SOUL”.
IT LURKS. WAITING. READY TO POUNCE. PLANNING HOW IT WILL MAKE OTHERS SUFFER…
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Doctor Bernard’s Old Fashioned Anti-Conservative Sour Mash Vaccine!
A little spoonful in your tea, will do ya!
Get some Today!
It will briefly brighten, our Troubled Way!
Dang Boy, dat’s what I calls “Pometry”! Yas, Suh! Yes, indeedy!
Little Poimlets, of Love! Ain’t dat Sweet?
Yep, Bernardy loves ya, even if you are an Idiot!
Gosh, that Bernardy feller is just like Jesus!
He just ain’t got no Super Powers!
Now hold on, just a dang minute!
I’m working on the flying thing! I’m already up to hoppin’ and jumping!
It’s the “Seein thru stuff”, that’s still a bit of a problem!
But, like I say, I’m Workin’ on it!
Yes, sir, Baby, I’m Workin’ on it!
And Oh yeah, it feels real Good!
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Lifeboats? Who Needs Lifeboats? You Fool, We Designed this Financial Ship To NEVER SINK!
Who Needs a Lifeboat, When the Ship Can’t Sink! Good God, Man, Come to Your Bloody Senses! This Ship Was Made From a Pure “Derivative” of Helium! It’s Lighter Than Air, Or Water!
Don’t Be a Daft Blighter! It’s Lighter, Than a Vile and Bilious Bubble of Bile! It Can NEVER SINK! Even If It Bumped Into a Big Wall Street Dick’s Cigar Lighter!
It Could Crash Maybe! But That’s a Different Story! Sink? HA! Never!
Full Steam Ahead! I’m Going Below to Catch Some Shut Eye! Wake Me If Anything Unusual Pops Up!
Aye-aye, Captain!
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Iceberg Alley!
[ A Little While Later. ]
Holy Christ! Iceberg Dead Ahead! Lookout!
Ka-BLAM! SCHREEEEEEEEEEECH! FLUNGLE, BUNGLE, ZOOOOOORRRBBB!
HIIIISSSSSSSSS! BLOOP! Ka- Floooom!
Full Stop!
Aye- aye, Sir!
Sir! Admiral Walt (“Old Dead Eye Dick Kevorkian”) Street! What shall we do, Oh Captain, My Captain? Will You Assist Us in Our Economic Suicide, Sir, and Help Us Sink Now?
Man the Lifeboats! Admirals, Captains and Bankers First, Citizens Last! Throw the Women and Children Overboard! The Citizens MUST Go Down With the Ship! Shred the Documents! Where’s my Rubber Ducky?
NYT Headline: Wall Street Bankers Too Fat Too Sink! Survive on Check Bounce, “Float”, and Oil/Mayo/Buttered Sandwich “Life Preservers” That Float on Ocean Surface!
Q: Why Give a Bonus, to the Guys that “Boned Us”, at the Tax Payer Bailed Out Banks? Where’s My Cut, For Saving Their Fat Wall Street Asses?
Ouch! Why Does My Ass Hurt So Much? What Is It Chicks Say After a Good Fucking? “I Can Hardly WALK, he fucked me too well!”
Tax Their Bonus, Fo’ Sho’ Buckwheat! And Send ME the April 15th Refund Check! And Use It To Help Pay for Health Care!
Advice: Remember, “Mister Super Clever, Finance Idiot White Boy”, that Big Fat White Thing, in Front of the Ship, Is An ICEBERG!
It’s Not Another Blubbery Wall Street Trader, From Brooklyn! So Don’t Put Your Big Fat Dick In It, Okay! Steer Around It! Just Hump the Bags of Gold, in the Back Room, Okay?
Now Pass that Pastrami Sandwich, with “Cock Trail” Sauce, Ya Fat, Pin Stripe, Traitor Boy! Mmm! Now That’s What I Call a Big Swinging, Wall Street, Dick Lickin’, Good Taste! A Hot, Tender, “Submarine Hoagie Grinder Penis Sandwich”!
Nothing Like Biting Off the Head of Your Own Economic Dick, To Make a Day Successful!
NYT Headline: Wall Street Sucks Own Dick! Then Steps On It! Then Sucks It Again, to Make It Feel Better! Who Knew? Go Figure!
Next Stock Play is High Rising “Dick Band-Aid” Company! And “Dick Shelters” for High Tax Fucks!
GOP Reveals New Party Plank, “Unleashing the True Dickness, of Conservative, Untamed Capitalism! How to Live with a GOP Dick Up Your ASS!”
(When You Think About It, Just Why ARE GOPsters So Afraid of Gays, When They Always Want to Fuck Everybody Else, Up the Ass? Hmm? Have You Ever Thought About That?)
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Vampires Dead Ahead!
[Today. Now. The Present. This actualized potential of Moment, this very fleeting Instant Of TIME! You fucking numskull, right NOW!]
And Now, My Children, Let Us Begin…
Lessons from Your Great Prophet!
The GREAT FAINT BERNARDY!
(Sounds of Legal Age, Teenage Girls Screaming in Background, just like at a Beatles Con-Sert! “We Luv You Bernardy! Here’s My Room Key, and my Wet Panties!” Ahh! The Elixir of the Gods! )
(Well, alright, the “sounds” of fifty year old Chicks, hootin and hollerin, who still kinda look 18, if you squint, and look sideways, at night, and turn the lights down real low. With a jar of Heat Activated KY Sex Jelly smeared all over their face, and on the camera lens, and you call it “The Return of the Vampires!” Well, it‘s not that bad, but bright sunlight might Melt them, just like a real vampire!)
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Department of Small Victories! Bureau of Big Defeats!
Washington, D.C. -- Hallelujah! Bonus Tax Passed! Recent NPR news story says 50% tax passed, on Bonuses, at tax funded, bailed out Wall Street banks! Yippee! Thank you Lord, for small favors! Rich guy actually has to PAY a TAX! The Rich don’t always get to keep every last freakin’ Penny! Praise the Lord!
However, the Manhattan Cash Addiction Rehabilitation Centers of America, has seen an unprecedented spike in enrollment, now that rich people may actually have to pay Taxes!
Their parking lots are filled to overflowing with Beemers, Volvos and Benzes! Piles of Prozac prescriptions, litter the streets of the Financial District!
And Hallelujah, for the passage of Health Care Reform! The Southern Confederate Republican Party, and their Plantation Senators, were really getting to be one Giant, Dickfaced “Tongue Depressor” on the whole Issue!
“Please Suh! Please Mr. Republican Senator! May I have another Ladle of Pennies, with my Gruel? I’m hungry, and I need to help pay for the rich Wall Street Trader’s ‘Captain Mortgage Flavored Traitor Rum’, that all sank to the bottom of the Ocean, on the U.S.S. Titanic! And now Lloyds of London won’t insure any more shipwrecks, now that all the King’s ducats, and bullion soup, are at the bottom of the Financial Sea!”
“If I don’t pep up me physique with more porridge and gruel, I’ll catch the Dickens, and even more Wall Street ‘Dick Ends’ will slide up me poor Economic Butt Hole! Ouch! Please Suh! Me Mum’s dying from the Republican Plague, and I’m so Hungry!”
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Reality Time On Deck, On the Good Ship U.S.S. Lollipop! Suck On This, Pal! How Do You Like Your “Unregulated Market Messiah” Now, Ya Little Miss Pinafore DickWuss?
Okay, Kids…
Lets see if I got this straight…
A bunch of Super Clever, white, Wall Street Finance Guys, who got tons of Bonus Money during their Careers, ended up stepping on their Big Swinging Wall Street Dicks, let things spin, or “squish” out of control, and then they crashed, and burned down Wall Street, taking the Banks, Brokerage firms, and the Whole durn Economy, down with them.
Did I leave anything out? Like, maybe, all the poor wittle wascally wabbits on Wall Street, otherwise known as, “Coldhearted, Ruthless, Financiers”, were forced by the Big Bad Gubmint, to GIVE away ALL Their Money, to people who couldn’t pay it Back?
Hmm? That’s plausible, isn’t it, Mr. Easter Bunny? Wall Street was forced to hide all the brightly colored Easter Eggs, including the chocolates and creams, and THEN, when they needed them Back, they Couldn’t FIND THEM!
Why? Because the Easter Bunny Took them! YES HE DID! A Big White Fat New Yawk Brooklyn Rabbit took them! Put them all in his Basket, and Ran Away down a little Rabbit Hole called “HELL”! Where it’s Very Hot, and all the golden eggs MELTED!
And that’s why you didn’t get any eggs for Easter, or toys for Christmas, and it’s also why Daddy and Mommy lost their jobs! And it’s all because of a particular “CULTURE” on Wall Street, that’s RESPONSIBLE! Do you know what I mean? Huh, Kids? Can we be any Clearer?
Pretty Clever, huh? Wall Street figures out “The New Innovative Mortgage Scheme of the CENTURY!” And you know what? It’s called “CHEATING!” That’s where it’s “derived” from! An old German derivative called “Oopder assholen”!
And right now, they’re so far “Oopder assholen”, their hand is coming out of the Top of Your Head!
Don’t Worry, them Wall Street Boys Got everything Under Control! Them Boys is Smert! You just put a rabbit trap next to that rabbit hole, and maybe, just maybe, you might get your money Back!
Mom Tries To Figure Out Who Hit Who First! Was It Little Billy, Or Fat Marvin? Dad’s Gonna Be Pissed When He Gets Home! Oops! What Home?
[Little Kid talks to Mom, outside house, after house burns down, and fire department is hosing down burning embers] :
“Gee, Mom, I didn’t know the matches would set the House on Fire! Honest, I didn’t! I was just trying to warm up the kitty, and then the curtains caught fire, and then the sofa, and pretty soon, the whole house was gone! Do ya think Dad will be mad at me? Huh? Gee, Mom, don’t be sore at me! I was only playing around! Honest! I’ll be good from now on!”
Now, the hard core Wall Street Republicans are arguing, that we don’t dare fuck with the “Free Market” compensation system, at taxpayer controlled banks, because if we don’t throw tons of bonuses at these same Super Clever Finance guys, they won’t stick around to fix what they FUCKED UP.
I think the basic line on the pundidiot TV shows is: “These are the guys who made the Bankrupt, Bailed Out Banks “SUCCESSFUL”, and if we don’t give them high pay, they will leave to another bank, who will pay them more, and the bank they left won’t ever be “SUCCESSFUL AGAIN.”
Dog Chases Tail, in Circular Logic Motion! Stir, Until the LUMPS, Are Gone!
What kind of fucked up “logic” is “we gotta give them the same incentive pay that caused them to fuck up, or they won’t perform well now?” What, give them the INCENTIVE to fuck things up again? Give them a Second Chance to Step on their Collective Dicks?
These are the Guys WHO FUCKED EVERYTHING UP!
Let them Leave their jobs, for Bad Performance. How’s that for Logic? Fire them for Fucking Up on the Job! Just like everybody else! Good Riddance, and give them a good kick in the butt at the door!
LET them go find work elsewhere! Get somebody ELSE at the HELM, get a Fresh Start, and give somebody else a chance to Fix Things, who isn’t as fucked up as the first guy! Somebody who didn’t fuck things up in the first place! Change the Culture! Change the Thinking! Gooder THINKING, for a GOODER WORLD! That’s the Ticket!
You mean to tell me there isn’t ANYBODY else out there who can run a fucking bank? How the fuck hard is it to run a fucking bank?
Bank School. How Hard Could It Be? One Plus One, Two Plus Two, Three… Will You Shut the Fuck Up? You Made Me Lose Count! Now I Gotta Start ALL OVER Again, Counting This Money! You Putz! You Even Made Me Forget Which Finger I Was On!
A guy with an MBA could probably run a bank, with assistance from a good team of accountants, and a few finance majors thrown in. Hell, a decent Top Level accountant, by himself, could probably run a bank!
Have you ever even seen an Intermediate Level Accounting College Textbook, which is not even considered Advanced Level? There are finance and accounting people all over America! And we’re LOCKED IN to the same guys that fucked things up? What, do you think these Wall Street assholes are some kind of irreplaceable Quantum Mechanic, Einstein Bank Magicians?
I mean, think about what you are SAYING!
“We THREW TONS OF MONEY at guys who FUCKED THINGS UP, so now we gotta throw TONS OF MONEY at THE SAME GUYS, to get them to FIX IT?”
WHAT THE FUCK COLLEGE DID YOU GO TO? MacDonalds Hamburger School?
Clown School? Fox News “School of Journalism”?
Jesus! I’m gonna go shoot myself, or, as my platonic friend Michelle says, “Run into the street screaming!”
Life just isn’t worth living anymore, with Rich Republicans stepping on Everybody’s dick, except their own!
Compassionate, Society Lovin’, “Big Government Jesus”, Practicing It’s Man Woman Citizen Love, Performs “Miracle of the Bread” (Miracle of the Dough?), and Rescues Drowning “Wall Street Ratdick Assholes”!
Who Then Proceed, in Fine Gold (Feingold?), Turn Coat Judas Tradition, To Stab Jesus in the Back! Et Tu Brutus! Not You Too? Is Your Caesar Salad Not Rich Enough? Here, Have Some of My Pastrami Sandwich, With Oozing, Dripping, “CockTrail” Sauce!
I got news for ya, my Puritan Capitalist Pal, we already “fucked with the free market compensation system”, by “decompensating” your capitalist ass from the “compensation” of going out of business, being flat on your ass, and out in the street without a pot to piss in!
Where you would be sitting today, Mr. Wall Street Walrus, Old Dead Eye Dick, if it wasn’t for a little old thing called a Socialist Welfare Nanny State “Taxpayer Safety Net”, courtesy of Big Gubmint, ridin’ to your Fat Ass Capitalist Rescue!
And the only reason we took bleedin’ heart, liberal pity on ya, was because if we didn’t, the Titanic, the ol’ battlehip USS Economy, the whole kit and kaboodle, really would be sunk on the bottom, in miles of Deep Water! And then everybody would really be screwed, even worse than they are now! So we reluctantly Plugged up your shitty leaking asshole, to keep you Afloat, so we’d ALL stay afloat. Got it?
And what’s the first thing you do, Dickweed? You ask for your Bonus. Where’s my freakin’ Bonus you say, for a job well done! Wow! What a Man you are! Always looking out for Number One! Getting everything you deserve, even if we all suffer.
What a good little capitalist fuck you are! Mommy must be Proud! Her Son Fucked the Nation with his little “Free” market Dick Prick! You da Man, ya fat Wall Street Fuck! You’re the Big Dick, on the Nation’s Wall Street Block!
Signed,
Faint Bernard.
So Faint, I think I’m gonna die!
Will Republican Health Care save me, or did I fail to afford the Insurance Premium?
I just wish my dick was long enough to step on, or gets long enough to step on, stimulated by a naked chick standing in my living room, smiling at me and saying, “Go Baby! Work that Bonis!”, at least once more before I die.
“Work that Bonis, Baby! Work it! Harder! Oh, that’s a Good Boy! Splurt! Splurt! All over the carpet, and my creamy womanly thighs!”
“Don’t worry, Mommy will lick it ALL Up! She likes to Lick Up the Mess you make!”
Copyright © 2010 by Bernard Drums! All rights Reserved, including Holy Catholic Last Rites, and the right to have a Female Priest, or a NUN, in Full Rabbit Habit, tenderly hold my penis, just before I Come, to the Lord!
Oh, My! That’s Awfully Sticky Holy Water! Sorry, Sister! Some things just can’t be helped! And when it comes to my Weeny, it can only be saved, exercised, held, kissed, sucked, and fucked! But Helped? No! If you wanna help it, you gotta suck it, AND Be A WOMAN!
But, at least I will have honestly earned, My Holy “Bonis”. Unlike the Wall Street boys.
It won’t be a Stolen Bonis.
It will be all Mine, fully Earned, on the up and up. Right up there with God.
(Sound of Angels Singing! A gloriously full, Female Chorus! )
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Y’all come back now, and I’ll give you an Extra Special, Throbbing red Bonis!
Question: Why do Wall Street Bankers always step on their Dicks?
Answer: Because they’re always bending over, to unzip their Pricks, while preparing to Fuck You.
[Rameo, in Joliet Prison, Illinois.]: “Oh, Nay, Mercutio! The Coiled Snake, inside the Soiled, Plotted, and Potted Plans, that Wall Street doth Make! It‘s enough to make a Virgin Market Quake!”
“Forgive them, Lord, for they know not, what they do!”
“They think they have been Chosen, by the New God, the God of Cash, to Serve the Golden Idol, the Bull Market Calf, of our Nation’s New, MARKET RELIGION!”
“Hail the New God! The GOD of the MARKET! BOW DOWN on your Knees, and SERVE HIM!”
“The GOD of the MARKET, Over ALL!”
“The MARKET GOD, Uber ALLES!”
“WORK Makes You FREE!”
“ARBEIT Macht FREI!”
“Let Untamed, Out of Control Capitalism, Burn, Cleanse, and Purify Your Soul, and Send Your Ashes Heavenward, in the Raging Fires of the CONCENTRATED FINAL PROFIT SOLUTION.”
If you’re not part of the Profit, you’re not part of the Prophet.
Efficiency in carrying out the Final Profit Solution, is more important than Humanity, in any Final Solution.
Health Care is Deciding who lives or dies. The whole Nation is a Death Camp, if a Corporate Dr. Mengele, the Angel of Death, stands at the HEALTH CAMP gate, and decides who gets to Live or Die.
They say, “Never forget the Holocaust.”
I say, “Try not to forget any Form of Holocaust.”
Who, is Forgetting, NOW?
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How’s that for a Bonis?
Ba-Bump! Cymbal CRASH! Take my Life, Please!
I’m dying out here!
Can it get ANY Worse?
Vote Republican, and you’ll see!
But wasn’t it the Democrats that FORCED Wall Street to give away Bad Mortgages?
That’s what I heard from a Republican Think Tank! Poor wittle Wall Street was held Hostage by Demoncrats!
And Elmer Fudd (as John McCain) and Olive Oil (as Sarah Palin) were gonna Save us!
But a Black Muslim, Non Citizen, Monkey Boy, named Brutus O’Mamma, who is an inexperienced Community Organizer and Law Perfessor, and who is not even as Smert as George Bush, the Genius Alcoholic “C” Student from “Yale”, got elected instead, by buying up the Black Vote with Easy, No payment BAD Mortgages!
And now them Demoncrats are gonna take all our Pure Virgin, White Tax Dollars, and give them to them feelthy Neegars, so they can live for FREE, high on the Hog, on the White Dollar!
And now the only guy that can save us, is Senator “Beady Eyed” Bane-er from Ohio (as Pop Eye, the Sailor Man) who’s gonna Force us all to eat a “Can of Deficit Power Muskel Building Spinach!
YUCK!
“I’m Pop Eye the Sailor Man! Toot! Toot!”
Olive Oil: “Oh, Brutus! You’re such a BIG ManDonkey!”
Brutus: “Tanks, Olive Oil! Yer not so bad yerself, Toots!”
Toot! Toot! Right in the Booty!
Pop Eye the Sailor Man [singing his theme song]:
“I’m Pop Eye, the Sailor Man! Beep, beep!”
“I’m Pop Pie, the Nail Her Man!” (wink, wink)
“I’m Pop Eye the Creepy old, Beady Eyed, Senator Bane-er Man!
Toot! Toot!”
“Where’s Me Spinach, Olive Oil? I can’t lives, without me Spinach!”
Stay Tuned Kids! For the Next Decade of, “Conservative Republican Cartooons!”
See if Little Sweepy Sweet Pee gets HEALTH CARE, OR NOT!
And Wimpie says, “I’ll gladly pay you Next Tuesday, for a Hamburger I can have TODAY!” So sayeth the Republican Big Spenders, who COMPLETELY WIPED OUT, CLINTON‘S BUDGET SURPLUS OF 2000!
Argh! Just shut up and EAT your Spinach! It’s Good For You! It helps Build up your Deficit Muskels, now that the Republicunts have outspent the Demoncrats, and Spent ALL the Money!
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Where are you Superman? We need you!
Do the Republicans have you locked up, in Frozen Budget Kryptonite?
If we melt all the Artic Ice, will Superman still have a Secret Hideout, and Super Fortress?
Superman was a Democrat, right?
How can you tell?
Because Superman HELPED PEOPLE! He didn’t just collect, and conserve, precious Metals, and CASH, in a Secret Vault, hidden, and inaccessible to the People.
Now, if we could ONLY find where Clark Kent and Lois Lane disappeared to, we might be in Better Shape!
Too late, they’re working for POX “News” now! They “went over” to the Dark Side, you know, with sagging careers they wanted that last cash fuck.
What’s Batman’s number? Do you think he’s still available? How do you do that Bat Signal Thing? Do you put your fingers in front of a candle and a sheet, and then blow a whistle?
Or do you get dressed up in a black rubber outfit, and sing “Whip it Baby, whip it all Nite”?
I don’t know. But I do know how to summon a Republican.
How?
You Show him the round end of a broomstick, and say, “Can I put this up your Uptight Butt?”
And?
They generally say Yes.
Why?
Because it makes them Feel Good. Somehow the Rigid Discipline and Pain of it, makes them feel Better, about their Other, Deep, Inner PAIN.
Oh. I didn’t realize that.
Well, now ya know. Nobody ever said life was pretty.
What Other Deep Inner Pain do they Have?
They can’t CONTROL LIFE. That’s their Ultimate Goal. They want to CONTROL LIFE.
Why?
Because Life is MESSY, and Uncontrollable, and often painful as a result.
But if they know that, why do they want to try and control Life?
Because if they can Control life, they can Avoid having the Trauma that happened to them, ever happen again.
But they want other People to Suffer!
Exactly! They’re Repeating their Childhood Trauma, in an effort to understand it, and then maybe Change it, but they get stuck in the never ending loop of Repeating the Conditions of the Trauma!
But why do they want others to suffer?
Becuz it makes them feel not alone, and why should you get a free pass to avoid what they had to go through? You’ve got to suffer just like they did, otherwise it’s Not Fair!
OH. Now I get it! “I went thru it, so you do too!” Makes Perfect Sense. Otherwise, you get off Scot Free! And you don’t have to suffer like they did, and that’s Not Fair! I get it! I really do! It makes perfect Sense! It explains ALL their Inconsistencies!
No wonder they’re always trying to make everybody rigidly BEHAVE, they just Barely have themselves under CONTROL! Holy SHIT! I see it Now!
If they slack off with you, they’ll go nuts and start doing Weird Shit themselves! They’ll start humping a dog in the middle of the Street, or doing the neighbor!
They’re like alcoholics! If they see you drinking, they’ll grab the bottle first thing, and never let go!
But they never break out of their Endless Feedback Loop, so they have to keep pushing the suffering onto others, and maintaining a high level of pain for others, in order to minimize their Inner Psychic Pain!
But Nothing Cures their Pain! Not Money, Gold, Mansions, Stocks, bonds, diamonds, Helicopters, Vacations, none of it ever cures the emptiness in their hearts.
They’re like the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz! They’re Missing LOVE! And they can’t replace the Love they’re Missing, with Material Possessions or Power, no matter how hard they try! Got it?
Yeah! I do!
That’ll be 1,000 dollars, please!
A thousand bucks! What, are you NUTS?
Yep! But, on the other hand, that WAS five Psychiatric Sessions collapsed into One!
Five times 200 dollars is one thousand dollars! Do you want to take five hours, to do what I just did for you, in five minutes? Hmm?
Check or credit card?
Card’s fine.
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Blub, blub, splort…
Fleef, glub, fubula…
Florp! Flimp! Bleek!
Deep down, under the Subways and Sewers of New York City, there is a bubbling, a stirring, a noise, and motion…
It’s the Darkest, deepest part of the Republican Soul, if you can call it that. A MONSTER, deep inside the battered, tattered, and barely breathing shattered remnants, of the traumatized, Trauma Sized “CONSERVATIVE REPUBLICAN SOUL”.
IT LURKS. WAITING. READY TO POUNCE. PLANNING HOW IT WILL MAKE OTHERS SUFFER…
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It will briefly brighten, our Troubled Way!
Dang Boy, dat’s what I calls “Pometry”! Yas, Suh! Yes, indeedy!
Little Poimlets, of Love! Ain’t dat Sweet?
Yep, Bernardy loves ya, even if you are an Idiot!
Gosh, that Bernardy feller is just like Jesus!
He just ain’t got no Super Powers!
Now hold on, just a dang minute!
I’m working on the flying thing! I’m already up to hoppin’ and jumping!
It’s the “Seein thru stuff”, that’s still a bit of a problem!
But, like I say, I’m Workin’ on it!
Yes, sir, Baby, I’m Workin’ on it!
And Oh yeah, it feels real Good!
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