David Gustafson's Blog: Bonjour Amigos!, page 31
March 12, 2015
Incongruous anomalies and anomalous incongruities
Do feminists really enjoy the woman-stoning, ghetto-smack jabberwockey of rap or are they simply afraid of confusing the howling tabloid harpies and the babbling, boobtube bobbleheads by forcing them to choose between two of their favorite flavors?
The Boobtube Wormhole
After staring at the American boobtube one hour a day for one year, somewhere between The Kardashians and Sports Sphincter, a normal human being will end up with s**t for brains, but not to worry, if you continue onward for another year you will be completely cured since you will have no brains what-so-ever.
March 11, 2015
Wingnuts and Reagantopia
The right-wing wingnuts say they want their country back. That country and those good people have almost disappeared into memory. Those traditional families have splintered.
The hardscrabble immigrants who had to hit the ground running have been replaced by the spoiled, Babalulu gamer-boys who grew up in the bubble-wrapped suburbs.
Public schools cater to the average, the slow, the stupid and the trouble-makers at the expense of the hard-working and gifted students.
PISA ranks America in the middle of 34 industrial countries in math and science.
Who does that leave to build the wingnuts' Reagantopia?
There are simply not enough Asian Americans to carry the Babalulu deadwood.
The hardscrabble immigrants who had to hit the ground running have been replaced by the spoiled, Babalulu gamer-boys who grew up in the bubble-wrapped suburbs.
Public schools cater to the average, the slow, the stupid and the trouble-makers at the expense of the hard-working and gifted students.
PISA ranks America in the middle of 34 industrial countries in math and science.
Who does that leave to build the wingnuts' Reagantopia?
There are simply not enough Asian Americans to carry the Babalulu deadwood.
In a Perfect World
In a perfect world, George W. Bush, Barry Obama, Vladimir Putin, Kim Jung-un and Abu Bakr al Baghdadi would be sharing the same toilet hole in the center of the damp floor of their communal prison cell.
Trustworthy satirists with the heart of an anarchist
Given a half century of loony bin Congresses and an incompetent Presidency that has spawned nine feeble-mineded imbeciles ever since Lyndon Johnson's phony Gulf of Tonkin Resolution, the only trustworthy satirist among the living is the unrepentant anarchist created by this dysfunctional democracy. Other commentators are little more than political hacks goose stepping to the marching tune of one political franchise or the other.
Therefore, among my solid credentials, are the unbiased opinions that George W. Bush was a mutant, pond scum, hillbilly trust-funder poop nugget while his successor, the self-adoring prophet Snoop Dogg Barry Obama, blessed be His name, will be remembered as little more than a popcorn fart completely out of his depth, as well as, the phoniest media concoction since Larry "Lonesome" Rhodes, Andy Griffin's character in Elia Kazan's "A Face In The Crowd."
Trust me... I am a satirist with the heart of an anarchist. I take no prisoners.
Therefore, among my solid credentials, are the unbiased opinions that George W. Bush was a mutant, pond scum, hillbilly trust-funder poop nugget while his successor, the self-adoring prophet Snoop Dogg Barry Obama, blessed be His name, will be remembered as little more than a popcorn fart completely out of his depth, as well as, the phoniest media concoction since Larry "Lonesome" Rhodes, Andy Griffin's character in Elia Kazan's "A Face In The Crowd."
Trust me... I am a satirist with the heart of an anarchist. I take no prisoners.
Tragic memory
The tragedy of memory is misplacing, somewhere in the unforgiving recesses of your mind, the title and author of a book you always meant to read.
