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9/21/05
 

A lot has happened in the week we missed. Let's catch up, shall we? Tops news: My Grandma liked the BBW Hurricane Katrina coverage, "even with the awful swearing." However, she did laugh at the caption calling Barbara Bush a 'bitch,' scientifically proving once and for all that my Grandma rules. From here, Bornbackwards can conquer the world and by the 22nd Century we expect to be the world's premier source for all news about anything. By then, we hope to have more than three writers and update more than once a week (by the way, if you'd like to help construct the Bornbackwards Global Media Hegemony of the future by writing for us, click here!! Don't miss this chance to get in on ethe ground floor). Our Katrina news may have been serious, but the time for that is past …

Let the hilarity begin NOW!!


Hilarity!

Moving right along, it appears my Grandma wasn't the only one reading the BBW Katrina coverage, seems like the whole world read it. The proof? Bush's poll numbers are way down in the 30 percent range. To celebrate, he bathed in the blood of seven puppies while watching his Living Single boxset.


We are Liiiiiving Siiiingle .. in a '90s kind of wooorld, I'm glaaad I got my girls.

He then tried to call FEMA head Michael "Brownie" Brown to tell him his new nickname was "Drownie" and that he was still doing a heck of a job, only to find out that he had resigned last Monday. The president then, of course, realized that he was not doing a heck of a job, or any job really. Yes, Brownie or Drownie, or whatever, has been attempting to shop his resume since resigning as FEMA head only to find that no sane person in America would ever hire him again. When you kill a couple thousand people even McDonalds doesn't want to hire you ... as a fry cook. People need their french fries when they order them, not a week later and covered in bloated corpses.


What an asshole.

Of course Bush's low poll numbers didn't sit well with presidential advisor Karl Rove, who patiently explained to the president that 38% unfortunately does not mean that he's in the top 4th of his graduating class. Rove then had to also explain to the president that he had already graduated over 30 years ago and that being president is like 10 bazillion gagillion times better than being voted Prom King or 'Class Clown'.

In the aftermath of the Katrina debacle, Republicans in both the legislative and executive branches have attempted to block an independent commission to investigate the government's, and in particular FEMA's, failures. Instead they'd like to create a Republican-controlled commission headed by an advisor who helped reorganize the Homeland Security Department that houses FEMA. My new hero, CNN's Jack Cafferty editorialized on-air saying that "The public is not going to buy any of this stuff that comes out of Washington. They're not going to believe anything that comes out of these partisan reports or stuff that was done from within the White House. It just isn't going to wash. The game is up with John Q Public. They're not buying this stuff anymore!" [video]

Instead of appointing an independent commission, the president gave a big, inspiring speech that dropped his poll number by another 3 points the following week, meaning he's losing support from even his base. His base, of course, being hyper-intelligent reptilian humanoids, a subterranean Nazi-friendly super race with telekentic powers, and loyal viewers of Pat Robertson's 700 Club. You should click those links because the hilarity we mentioned earlier is gently cupped and sheltered within them, like tiny pearls of pure comedy.
While the president's speech embraced liberal rhetoric about using government money to deal with poverty, Republican's are actual trying to use Katrina to push their agenda by creating a radical right-wing 'free market' zone in New Orleans to test out ideas passed in the normal legislative process. Worried that the cost of the Katrina cleanup will kill their plans for future tax cuts, Senate Republicans are now actively searching for a rich corpse to help them make their silly case for repeal of the estate tax, a tax that only affects 2% of Americans and 100% of Senators [link].

In the past week, the Bush administration has suspended minimum wage and affirmative action rules for federal contractors working in the Gulf region. Why would anyone cut the minimum wage in a region that was just divested by a hurricane when the local economy obviously needs all the money it can get? Because the president has acid for blood. Bill Clinton makes a good point that this reconstruction should employ those displaced by the hurricane, not only giving them the opportunity to rebuild their own community but giving them money to rebuild their own lives. But that would be a good idea.

Republicans are also working on legislation that a) would limit victims' right to sue any person or organization that helps Katrina victims without compensation, b) offer vouchers for displaced school children, and c) lift environment restrictions on new refineries and create tax-advantaged enterprise zones to maximize private-sector participation in recovery and reconstruction [link].
Of course, all the reconstruction contracts went no-bid to the usual cast of hilarious characters and colorful sidemen. Shaw Group and Kellogg Brown & Root are, of course, clients of lobbyist Joe Allbaugh, former Bush campaign manager and college roommate of your friend and mine, the unemployable Brownie. Kellogg Brown & Root are, of course, a subsidiary of Dick Cheney's secret boys-only clubhouse Halliburton. According to tax filings, Cheney's income last year included $194,852 in deferred pay from the company [link].

Another company contracted to do Katrina work is Fluor, a company that, according to USA Today, has "previously paid millions of dollars to settle federal government lawsuits - including one that accused it of overbilling for 1989 hurricane cleanup work." It only makes sense that we would hire them again and the US government likes to make sense.

FEMA and Louisiana Governor Katherine Blanco have also outsourced the job counting bodies in New Orleans to Kenyon International. Kenyon is a subsidiary of Service Corporation International (SCI), a Texas-based company operated by a friend of the Bush family that has been implicated in illegally discarding and desecrating corpses. We're not talking about the hilarious Weekend at Bernie's kind of body desecration that we here at BBW engage in every fortnight or so, we're talking about the painfully unfunny and outright disgusting body desecration of Weekend at Bernie's II that we here at BBW only engage in on only a semi-annual basis. And I quote, "The Menorah Gardens cemetery chain, owned by SCI, desecrated vaults, removed hundreds of bodies from two cemeteries in Florida and dumped the gruesome remains in woods frequented by wild hogs, investigators discovered in 2001. In one case, a backhoe was used to crack open a vault, remove corpses and make room for more dead bodies. SCI paid $100 million to settle a lawsuit filed by outraged family members of the deceased." So of course they're the perfect people to handle the decaying, bloated, two-week-old corpses left behind by Katrina. Liberals would probably want to spend a bunch of government money burying the bodies, but once again the free market comes up with the most efficient, profitable solution: wild hogs [link].
At least North Korea agreed to abandon its nuclear program. That's pretty good.
Meanwhile, as the president was being photographed in California playing a guitar while New Orleans refugees drowned, Al Gore rescued 270 people. You may remember Al Gore as the man who won the 2000 election. He also invented the internet and filled it with delightful pornographic treats for young and old alike. Gore put up $50,000 of his own money to charter two flights to carry patients out of Charity Hospital in New Orleans. The flights were arranged at the urging of Dr. David Kline, a neurosurgeon who operated on Gore's son, also named Al, in 1989. Dr. Kline was treating patients at the hospital in the aftermath of Katrina, and as he explains the situation was getting dire with no power, four feet of water surrounding the hospital and food and water running out. About 140 people, many of them sick, landed in Knoxville on September 3. The second flight, with 130 evacuees, landed the next day in Chattanooga. Then they all celebrated by downloading the internet porn Tranny Grannies on Gorillas 4: The Revenge, a personal favorite of Dr. Kline and the Gore family [link].
In another part of the country, the anti-war movement picked up steam as a Cindy Sheehan rally in New York's Union Square Park was forcibly shut down by police. Sheehan was giving what could be considered the opposite of an inspiring speech, spewing monotone clichés about climbing mountains that she had read the previous day on inspirational posters. "Priorities: look to the future, for that is what makes today great! Attitude: What happens to a man is less significant than what happens within him! Integrity: Integrity comes when character is tested; keep true and never be ashamed of doing what is right! Indomitably: he who laughs in the face of adversity is probably hammered!" She suggested that the crowd should imagine inspiring pictures of sunsets, lunar eclipses, lighthouses, baby kittens, and crashing oceans waves to accompany her words.


Climb as high as you can dream.

The police then shut down the gathering and arrested Paul Zulkowitz, an organizer with "Camp Casey NYC," a small encampment that he and other activists set up Union Square in solidarity with Sheehan's vigil outside President Bush's ranch in Crawford, Texas, for failure to obtain proper permits. The crowd went nuts, surrounding the police and repeatedly shouting "Shame, Shame, Shame" while someone played "God Bless America" on a trumpet [video].

Despite the insistence on sound permits, the police did nothing when a young folkie set up a microphone and portable amp to play protest songs shortly after Sheehan and her entourage had left. Witnesses report that Sheehan's mic wasn't that much louder than the folkie's. Inspector Michael McEnroy, commander of the 13th Precinct, insisted the shutdown order had nothing to do with the content of Sheehan's speech, but was instead about the "provocation" caused by Zulkowitz. "This has been going on for much longer than today," McEnroy said, adding of Sheehan, "I don't even know the woman." That last part prompted one pissed-off onlooker to shoot back: "Haven't you watched the news or read a paper in the last three months?" Only the gossip rags, replied McElroy, who then engaged activists in a gossipy conversation about how he thinks Brad doesn't deserve Jennifer Anniston or Angelina Joele and how could he possibly sleep with Vegas prostitutes when he's got such hot 'tang waiting for him at home and of course he was good in Fight Club and Twelve Monkeys but what a bastard because I would give all but one of my fingers just to lick Angelina's ear and here this fuck is CHEATING ON HER can you believe that stupid shit I would buy her tacos every night and thank her for looking in my general direction even once per day. The activists had no idea what McElroy was talking about, to which he replied, "Haven't you watched E! Entertainment Television or read Star Magazine in the last three months? Jesus Christ, people, at least pretend to keep up with important current events!"
 
     

9/07/05
 

Let me warn you now: this edition of the Bornbackwards news will only be about hurricane Katrina. None of it will be funny. The human toll is just too enormous to be ignored, even by a shitty e-zine that normally talks about how much they despise Good Charlotte. As anyone following the current events already knows, it's not just the hurricane that's the problem. It took six days before food and water even began to arrive in flooded New Orleans. Now, a week later, there are still those without them. The United States, the richest country in the world, has been reduced to the misery of Somalia, with an emergency response at least as good as that of Bangladesh.

Make no mistake about it, Hurricane Katrina and its aftermath may be the single worst disaster--natural and manmade--to ever happen in the United States. On a human scale it is much, much worse than September 11th. An entire city is gone, not just two buildings. Rather than fear it is engendering anger, and rightfully so. After being reelected on the basis of 'security' and claiming 'vote for me or you'll die', after years of supposedly reorganizing the federal government to deal with terrorist attacks or other disasters, after spending billions of dollars trying to rebuild Iraq, we find that it takes six days for our government just to start to get water to a major urban area in our own country. New Orleans is a fucking disaster in the most powerful, humbling sense of the word.

And the lies are staggering. The president is claiming that no one could have foreseen the levees would break. Who told him that, because it is just a flat-out lie: people have been predicting the levees would break for years, running computer simulations, and begging for money from the federal government that was instead earmarked for war and tax cuts. Sitting in my home two weeks as Katrina barreled down on New Orleans, I knew that the levees would break and New Orleans was pretty fucked. Saturday Night Live Claymation figure Mr. Bill knew that the levees would fucking break two years ago! Then Bush tells Michael Brown, the completely incompetent head of the Federal Emergency Relief Agency, that he's doing "a heck of a job." As the New Orleans Times-Picayune said, "Lies don’t get more bald-faced than that, Mr. President."



Michael Brown is completely incompetent.

FEMA turned away three trucks from Wal-Mart carrying water. FEMA turned away 500 airboat pilots from Florida who offered to ferry survivors out of the flooded city, and threatened them with arrest if they set foot in New Orleans [link]. FEMA restricted the Red Cross from fully accessing the city [link] and urged first responders not to respond [link]. FEMA workers prevented the Coast Guard from delivering 1,000 gallons of diesel fuel, and on Saturday they cut the parish's emergency communications line, leading the sheriff to restore it and post armed guards to protect it from FEMA [link]. Now FEMA is training 1,400 firefighters in Atlanta to do public relations work for the government while there are still victims waiting in Louisiana and Mississippi for help. Their first mission: stand next to the president as he tours decimated areas [link]. Brown waited until hours after Hurricane Katrina had already hit before asking Homeland Security Secretary Michael Chertoff to dispatch 1,000 federal employees to the region - and gave them two days to arrive [link]. The list runs on.

In the midst of such rampant stupidity, mismanagement, and callousness, President Bush tells Michael Brown--a man with no qualifications to be the head of FEMA other than being fired from the Colorado-based International Arabian Horse Association--that he's doing "a heck of a job." As we already quoted the New Orleans Times-Picayune saying, "Lies don’t get more bald-faced than that, Mr. President."

Video of a survivor telling her story. Rather than working to get the rest of the survivors out, the administration is also attempting to spin the situation, blaming state and local officials and often the survivors themselves. The people left behind in New Orleans are those who were simply too poor to leave or had nowhere else to go. They were largely black. While the richer white people lived mostly in the hills above the city, poor blacks lived in the most devastated areas below sea level in the center of the city. Yet the White House continues to describe them as "those who chose to stay behind" or "those who ignored evacuation orders." Bill O'Reilly used barely concealed racism when he theorized that poor black residents stayed behind so they could loot and riot.


Black survivors are portrayed as looting, while white survivors are said to have 'found food'.

House Speaker Dennis Hastert suggested that spending federal money to rebuild New Orleans would be foolish [link]. Bill Clinton later said that had he been in the same place where Hastert made the remarks, "I'm afraid I would have assaulted him." Pennsylvania Senator Rick Santorum showed he had not a shred of humanity when he said that people who stayed in New Orleans should face legal penalties [link]. They lost their homes! They lost their loved ones! Senator Santorum is a wretched scum of a human being who does not deserve to be alive after so many have lost their lives simply because they were too poor. Then there's Kanye West in one of the best video clips of the year stating on a live hurricane relief fundraiser that, "George Bush doesn't care about black people," and pointing out the racism of the entire situation, including news reports [link]. But Kanye isn't exactly right, its not that George Bush doesn't care about black people, he doesn't care about anyone who doesn't have $3 million or more in their bank accounts. It's clearer than its ever been that George Bush doesn't care about the majority of Americans.

His callousness, and that of his family has been displayed again and again in wake of the situation. For instance, speaking at the same press conference where he praised Brown, Bush callously offered sympathy not to the victims--the dead and dying--but to his buddy Trent Lott, "The good news is -- and it's hard for some to see it now -- that out of this chaos is going to come a fantastic Gulf Coast, like it was before. Out of the rubbles of Trent Lott's house -- he's lost his entire house -- there's going to be a fantastic house. And I'm looking forward to sitting on the porch. (Laughter.)" That's still not as bad as what his mother, former first lady Barbara Bush, said while touring evacuees housed in Houston's Astrodome, "What I'm hearing which is sort of scary is that they all want to stay in Texas. Everybody is so overwhelmed by the hospitality. And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway so this (chuckle)--this is working very well for them." [audio clip] Reading that for the first time I almost choked. Barbara Bush is a terrible, terrible human being who obviously has no sense of human compassion at all.


Bitch.

You may ask, "Where was Dick Cheney during all this?" Well, he was still on vacation--shopping for a new mansion in Maryland, near Donald Rumsfeld's weekend estate [link]. Now Bush is saying he will dispatch Cheney to Louisiana next week … I mean, there's no hurry or anything. With the total callousness of America's top officials, its seems like our normally vacuous celebrities are better human beings than anymore in national office. Oprah is in the Astrodome interviewing survivor's "so their stories get told," John Travolta has airlifted five tons of food, Sean Penn is ferrying people out of New Orleans in a little boat, and Celine Dion broken down in tears on Larry King Live and lamented that her million dollar donation was simply not enough because right now the survivors just need food and water, not money [link]. It was actually very moving, and I almost cried myself.


Who would have thought that Celine Dion would show more urgency and compassion than anyone in the entire executive branch of the federal government?

It seems as though all the policies Bush has pursued through the last five years have finally and suddenly imploded upon this one disaster, each one exacerbating it in turn. The growing divide between rich and poor; tax cuts for the rich that could have gone to levee repair; the Iraq war sucking away money and National Guardsmen from more important things; the attempt to starve and bankrupt the federal government; the removal of FEMA from the cabinet and placing it under the larger Department of Homeland Security; appointment of ideologues and friends into important positions rather experienced, competent leaders; increased emphasis on state's rights and responsibilities; innumerable vacations; and now, corporate malfeasance. Oil companies are reporting record profits and Hilary Clinton has called for an investigation into whether prices are being manipulated and exploited in the wake of the hurricane [link].


Sean Penn's tiny rescue boat.

Perhaps the only silver lining about this entire situation is that it seems the press has awoken from their long slumber. Reporters are asking tough questions, Fox is behaving like a real news organization, and people are addressing issues of class and race that have been boiling below the surface unnoticed for the last five years. A month ago it would have been unthinkable to hear Greta Van Susteren talking about poverty in America, Geraldo cursing and crying on air about government ineptitude, or Shepard Smith discovering he has a soul and telling Sean Hannity that 'this is all the perspective you need'--all on Hannity and Colmes! Here's the video, and I recomend you watch it. It's pretty powerful. Then there's Geraldo flat out disagreeing on Fox News with Donald Rumsfeld on the deployment of National Guardsmen in Iraq [link]. CNN's Jack Cafferty mused aloud about the arrival of relief convoys and the president's photo opportunity happening on the same day [link] and blasted the administration for what is the worst disaster to befall America in his lifetime [link], "I'm 62 and I remember the riots in Watts, I remember the earth Quake in San Francisco, I remember a lot of things. I have never, ever seen anything as badly bungled and poorly handled as this situation in New Orleans. Where the hell is the water for these people. Why can't sandwiches be dropped to those people that are in that Super Dome down there...This is Thursday...This storm happened five days ago. It's a disgrace and don't think the world isn't watching..."

Face the Nation's Bob Schaffer attacked not just the president but the entire Republican establishment, "No hint of intelligent design in any of this. This was just survival of the richest." [link] A clearly pissed Ted Koppel asked Michael Brown how the government could not have known about survivors locked by National Guardsmen in the convention center--with no food and surrounded by dead bodies, feces, and filth, like animals--when news reporters were covering it for days [link]. How about Anderson Cooper going off on Louisiana Senator Mary Landrieu after she began thanking the president and Congress for their aid, "I have to tell you, there are people here who are very upset and angry, and when they hear politicians thanking one another, it just, you know, it cuts them the wrong way right now, because there was a body on the streets of this town yesterday being eaten by rats because this woman has been laying in the street for 48 hours, and there is not enough facilities to get her up. Do you understand that anger?" [link]

Then only a few days later, Senator Landrieu threatened to literally punch anyone, including the president, who continues to try to pass the buck to state and local officials [link]. She then burst into tears looking at a single crane working to repair a gap in a broken levee that the president was photographed fixing the day before, "Perhaps the greatest disappointment stands at the breached 17th Street levee. Touring this critical site yesterday with the President, I saw what I believed to be a real and significant effort to get a handle on a major cause of this catastrophe. Flying over this critical spot again this morning, less than 24 hours later, it became apparent that yesterday we witnessed a hastily prepared stage set for a Presidential photo opportunity; and the desperately needed resources we saw were this morning reduced to a single, lonely piece of equipment. The good and decent people of southeast Louisiana and the Gulf Coast - black and white, rich and poor, young and old - deserve far better from their national government." [link]

Yesterday, The Wall Street Journal showed how the Bush administration had systematically stripped power and money from FEMA, which had been painfully rebuilt under President Bill Clinton but had long been a target of Republican "small government" ideologues. The Journal said state officials had been warning Washington - as recently as July 27 - that the homeland secretary, Michael Chertoff, was planning further disastrous cuts.

In what may be the most moving clip of all, Jefferson Parish President Aaron Broussard started sobbing on Meet the Press describing the death of a friend's mother as she drowned waiting for help to show up. Broussard then completely broke down and wailed, "No one is coming to get us, no one is coming to get us." [link]. I warn you, it is extremely moving and may be one of the most emotionally impacting things I have ever seen in my short life.

Prominent Republicans are distancing themselves from the president. After proclaiming his pleasure at the government's response to a stunned Anderson Cooper a few days ago [link], Trent Lott is now calling for an investigation into the failure of the national government. Conservative columnists and pundits are abandoning the president in droves.

It feels as though the country is changing for the better by the hour, as America shakes off its slumber and realizes it has some huge work ahead of it, not just in rebuilding New Orleans, but in rebuilding America. People are considering the fact that a stronger, active federal government would have been into New Orleans in hours, not days. Poverty is suddenly a potent issue again, for the first time since the 1960s. America is revealed as a place where we leave the poor to die in a kind of passive genocide.

We can officially declare that Bush is the worst president the United States of America has ever had. Worse than Herbert Hoover. Worse even than Richard Nixon. Nothing this disastrous, embarrassing, or devastating ever occurred under his administration, for all its irredeemable sins. It's just a shame it took something so unimaginably terrible to finally shake things loose.

Less you think we merely complain and joke here at Bornbackwards, we are getting involved in relief efforts. Paul is currently in New Orleans as a Red Cross volunteer helping survivors. For being so bristly and often-times abrasive, he is truly one of the most humane people I know. Evacuees from New Orleans are being housed in Red Cross shelters across the country, even here in far-off Gainesville, Florida and I plan to donate some of my time. Please, find one near you and donate your time or your money. This is vitally important.

Beyond that, massive protests are planned on September 24th in Washington, DC, Los Angeles, San Francisco, and Seattle. It is already getting large amounts of media attention. I will be attending in DC and I hope to see you there, to prevent something like this from ever happening again in the United States of America, because George Bush doesn't care about anyone.


A National Crime.
 
     

9/01/05
by walt
 

[Editor's note: Walter is mad this week. At Bush. And social conservatives. But mostly Bush. I know this is unprecedented in BBW news, and we normally keep things fair and balanced, but please bear with us as we editorialize for the first time ever.. News was updated twice this week, so check under this column for Adam's contribution. Death to False Country!]

So, honestly, I don't have a whole lot to say aside from fuck this fucking administration. Fuck them so hard, they bleed. There's a fucking natural disaster, people's lives are in jeopardy, their homes are ravaged... At least take a motherfucking breath between your opening sentence of "this is a tragedy" and "we have to drill oil from Alaska" you backwards ass piece-of-shit asshole-loving dickhead. Put aside your motherfucking agenda for two fucking seconds. Have the courtesy to at least make it an aside, or minor point, in your fucking speech.

This is what half the god damn country wanted, and I hope they fucking love this. Cheer like the god damn Romans at the Coliseum while men were being eaten by lions. We're so much fucking better than the world. Fuck you and your fucking ideals. You want to save a fucking vegetable in Florida because you love life so much, but we can't even stop and try to do some shit about large scale death and destruction before trying to line our pockets. You make me sick, you fucking asshole. The trained monkey says gas is gonna go up. Who wants to bet gas goes up to 5 dollars by friday? All because they got us where they want us. This is so fucking dumb.

I just hope that everyone still alive from the hurricane manages to have somethnig to return to, even if they have to wait for it to be rebuilt. My heart goes out to you all, even if you probably can't read this. And hopefully we'll all be able to lend a hand in fixing your lives.
Everything else feels kind of pointless now, but here goes...
Recently, it came to my attention that Josh Staples of the Velvet Teen / the New Trust sent a nice message to Deep Elm Records. I'd paraphrase, but it works out well enough on its own:

"Dear Deep Elm...
You are the shittiest label in the world. Your trend-hopping tendencies are repulsive, your teenie-bopping, cookie cutter punk marketing techniques are shameless, and your business practices are unethical and often times downright mean. Am I mistaken that all the good bands that you work with whose multi-record contracts were fulfilled have never renewed their contract with you? Planes? Brandson? Appleseed Cast? Anybody? Why is that do you think? Not to mention that your johnny-come-lately myspace attempt follows the rest of your marketing campaigns: dorky, contrived, and a year late. Keep on being sucky, you ding-a-lings.
Josh"

But really, tell us how you feel. It's not a secret that bands on Deep Elm have a history of conflict with the label. It's never really been so widely talked about, but it's there. Now you know, too.
The Video Music Awards were this Sunday, and the idiots were out in full force. Was it just me, or did it seem like they spent all this time making a set and everything, and forgetting to script and reherse a good part of the show? Sure, Diddy, anything can happen, cause no one knew what the fuck was going on.

Honestly, the VMAs remained one of the few reasons to watch MTV anymore, but over the last few years, they've really just screwed it to hell. Michael Jackson getting a cake for no reason a year or two ago...now MC Hammer showing up and no camera man gets a clear shot of his face. Diddy had to hand out diamond watches for christ's sake, it was so bad.

Notice my comments only reflect the show in its first 15-20 minutes. Why? Because that's all my sheer, morbid, curiosity could handle before I wanted to die. So, maybe the rest of the show had Lindsay Lohan miraculously regaining her figure and doing it to several other attractive young women. And maybe monkeys will fly out of my ass. Green Day was terrible, too.
Chris Farley received a star on the walk of fame. His two brothers and mother accepted the award for him. Several of Farley's previous co-workers were there, including David Spade, Adam Sandler, and Chris Rock. Rock stated that "every fat comic working today owes him 80 bucks." I'm not sure how much Spade is worth, but he owes pretty much all of it to Farley's coat tails. Well, there was Jeremy Piven and PCU...
Reggie got sho...er, Suge Knight got shot, yo.
Fairly attractive and relatively talentless country singer Gretchen Wilson was asked by the Tennesse attorney general to stop pushing the tobacco on the yung'ins. Formerly known for her "Redneck Woman" song, Gretchen returns with her eloquence and mastery of songcraft, creating the masterpiece, "Skoal Ring." And, predictably, she produces a can of skoal chewing tebaccy in mid song. Who needs choreography? It's not like country has been reduced to pop with a fiddle from its folk tales of the working man/woman. This stuff has integrity, damn it!

Apparently, since many children attend these concerts, and they display the tobacco on the big screens, this counteracts laws against tobacco advertisement. Personally, I think it's because the attorney general is a music fan, and is systematically killing false country, song by song. Bravo!
Yeah, fuck Bush. Drilling oil from Alaska ain't going to refine it any quicker, dumb ass. Do all you can to help those in need.
 
     

8/31/05
by adam
 

This is old news that was edited out of last week's news in the name of a few Jewish saints that Ryan kept rattling off but I don't remember their names. He also said something about an "attitude readjustment" but we live and learn and bow down to the editor. So here goes my second crack at this story...

In an ever-increasing effort to confuse the American people with a combination of scare tactics, mental retardation, and political buffoonery, George Bush defended his policy on the war in Iraq by saying, "The only way to defend our citizens where we live is to go after the terrorists where they live." I agree. Since Iraq had nothing to do with any terrorist attack whatsoever, let's get the fuck out of there and start focusing on the real terrorist threat, our own red-blooded American government. And I don't mean we should bomb the White House and kill the president, because if I meant that, I'd just be another crazy religious nut with my own television network which I use to spout my nuthouse ramblings without fear of any substantial backlash.

Speaking of which, I was out on the street the other day campaigning for the assassination of Ryan Boyle for editing this story in it's orignal form when suddenly I was arrested and shoved into the back of the police car. "But!" I exclaimed, "Pat Robertson advocated the assassination of a world leader, an international offense, mind you, and all that happened was a bunch of talking heads debated whether or not he was too crazy, too old, or too religious to be of any harm! I only wanted to assassinate a dweeby online zine editor!" Of course I only got to "But!" before they tasered me into a coma. They're lucky I woke up after only a few days because my family would have sued the shit out of them, and my family isn't poor and black, so they might actually have had something to worry about.

Anyway, what I mean is we need to really start fighting the government and letting the world know that we don't support the actions taken in our name. People are finally starting to come together in opposition to this war so let's tap this energy and that ass and start a movement. How, you ask? I don't know exactly, I work for a fucking blimp.
Hugo Chavez, the terrible terrible Venezuelan President who has offered to provide water, food, and fuel to US communities destroyed by Hurricane Katrina, has announced "that [his] government is going to take legal action in the United States[against Pat Robertson] ... to call for the assassination of a head of state is an act of terrorism."

He's right, but what do we have to say about our terrorists here in America? Go back to your job! Get back on TV and "inform" thousands maybe millions of people on your TV station! Chavez is looking to extradite Robertson and has warned that he will bring the issue to the UN if the US fails to take action. Break out your silk screens and start pumping out some "Extradite Pat Robertson" t-shirts instead of something clever and fashionable. Give them to your friends! Take to the streets! We don't want the UN crawling up our ass! They are like sooooo annoying, always asking for their money like we owe it to them.
In other "Hi, we're insane and we're Christian" news, the dinosaur park you remember so fondly from such movies as Pee Wee's Big Adventure and The Wizard (starring a hunky, preteen Fred Savage) has been bought by Christian Young-Earth theorists looking to show that dinosaurs showed up the same day Adam showed up in Genesis: the 6th day. The new owners contend that baby dinosaurs rode out the great flood on Noah's Ark while the rest drowned and washed away to all corners of the earth. They believe that "evolution birthed Communism, racism and Nazism."

Not only are they crazy, but they enjoy the arts! A poem on a sign next to a giant dinosaur reads, "Primordial soup, to the so, to you, is evolution true?" Why are you asking if you already know!! Hell, we all know! Because as they say, "There's something in [our] DNA that knows man walked with these creatures on Earth."

Quotes thanks to the LA Times except for that first quote about being insane Christians. That one is a quote from the dramitization of this story entitled Pat Robertson Presents: Another Group of People Who Shouldn't Be Telling People Things. Nothing. Seriously.

None of this is as important as the Video Music Awards where anything can happen except the show actually ending.


It paid off.

Speaking of evolution, check out the new free downloadable Pachyderms EP A Communique From the International Society of Pachyderms, previously only available on handmade 3" CD-Rs. Now with bonus tracks about dinosaurs and Neanderthals and monkeys, lots of monkeys. Avant-pop that's cheap as free.
 
     

8/24/05
by exadore
 

George Bush has been vacationing in Texas so fucking hard that he needed a vacation from his vacation… and, we can imagine, from Cindy Sheehan, her hippie pals, and the moaning specter of her ghostly dead son dragging his chains in the dirt all over the outside of the Western White House like the goddamn Ghost of Christmas Past. So the president with the most number of vacations ever left the Western White House to go further West and continue his vacation -- in peace -- at the Tamarack Resort in the mountains of rural Idaho. It's like a summer camp for assholes!

"I'm kind of hangin' loose, as they say," Bush told reporters. As who says, Mr. President? Who, the New Kids on the Fucking Block? Donny Wahlberg? Nobody I know says that!

Bush has spent 339 days at his ranch since he took office - nearly a full year out of his five in office so far. By contrast, most normal Americans take fewer vacations than anyone else in the developed world (even the Japanese), averaging only 13 to 16 days off a year. But have no fear, for the president is "hangin' loose," as 'they' say. Gas is nearly up to $3 a gallon? That's why the prez has a bike, and he's staying the course on bike trails all over America!

What's that, you say that troop casualties in Afghanistan are higher than at any point since 2001? Maaan, the president is looser than the vagina of a back alley prostitute who has three different kinds of AIDS. The Iraqi constitution is moving towards an Islamic republic like Iran? It's cool, as a former C.I.A. Middle East specialist said on "Meet the Press," U.S. democracy in 1900 didn't let women vote. "I mean, women's social rights are not critical to the evolution of democracy," said he.

Just because the latest reason the president gave for invading Iraq - creating a democracy with freedom of religion and minority rights and blah blah - has been undermined, that's no reason to stop relaxing man! He's hanging loose! He's so loose if you hugged him it'd feel like you were being enveloped by a man-sized Jello Jiggler™®©, which by the way is also Laura Bush's nickname for the First Junk. The president is hangin' so loose that he'll put out on the first date and then not even get mad when you don't call him for three weeks afterwards. "It's cool," he'll say, "I'm just hangin' loose. On a vacation from my vacation, knowhatamean? Feel like bangin' again? I'm down, my Jello Jiggler's hangin' loose."

Because you see, now the President has a new reason for continuing the fight in Iraq--now that we know Saddam had no WMDs, had nothing to do with 9/11, and now that the likelihood of a free democracy in Iraq is getting slimmer and slimmer.

Skip to the next paragraph, this is where it gets good.

We have to continue the war to keep faith with the soldiers that have already died in the war. "We owe them something," Mr. Bush said. "We will finish the task that they gave their lives for." So Americans should continue to send their children to die because other people have already done so, and we can't let them be sad, because sadness is against freedom. As the mother of a dead National Guardsman said, it was an argument that "makes no sense." The president is so god damn loose … have you ever tried fucking the asshole of a moose that's been dead for three days? That's how fucking loose he is!
In other news, the lovely Pat Robertson -- conservative Christian broadcaster, founder of the Christian Coalition and a person whose life has made the world a more miserable and hellish place -- has suggested that the United States of America should assassinate Hugo Chavez, the leftist president of Venezuela. "If he thinks we're trying to assassinate him, I think that we really ought to go ahead and do it," Robertson said Monday on his show, The 700 Club. "It's a whole lot cheaper than starting a war. And I don't think any oil shipments will stop." Venezuela has the largest oil reserves outside the Middle East.

Even Fidel Castro got in on the action, responding to Robertson's remarks by stating, in a rare display of humor, "I think only God can punish crimes of such magnitude." He then stroked his beard, quite pleased with himself, and explained that it was clever because Pat Robertson believes in God, and Castro once tried to eliminate all religion from his tiny kingdom of Cuba. "See, is joke. Is, how you say … ironic. I am so funny, is why I am Presidente para la vida--the humor vote."

As a strong supporter of President Bush, many people are demanding the president personally denounce Robertson's comments. Just like that time he fired Donald Rumsfeld for creating conditions that lead to prisoner abuse in Iraq, or fired Karl Rover for illegally leaking the name of a CIA agent, or fired George Tenet for cooking intelligence about Iraqi WMDs.

Just for fun, here are some of Robertson's other recent comments: In May he said the threat of activist judges was "probably more serious than a few bearded terrorists who fly into buildings." In 1998, he warned that hurricanes would rain down on Orlando, Florida, because G-d himself was angry that Disney World was having "gay days." He has also often denounced the United Nations as a first step toward a dangerous "one world government." In 1988, Robertson even ran for president as a Republican but thankfully was rejected by voters as a "general jackass of a human being."

Mr. Robertson has also claimed that he knows for a fact that, "Jesus puts out on the first date."
Robert Moog, the creator of the Moog synthesizer, died Sunday at his home in Asheville, N.C. of an inoperable brain tumor. He was 71 and a pretty cool dude, as the recent Moog documentary proved.

Moog (which can be pronounced either 'Moo-g' or 'Mogue') was the man who invented the very first synthesizer. While you can certainly blame him for a rash of terrible synth-based new wave bands in the '80s (and a wave of '80s revivalists now), the Moog synthesizer was also an important tool of great artists like Kraftwerk, Parliament, Herbie Hancock and Sun Ra. Hell it even got use on the Beatles' Abbey Road, most notably on John Lennon's "Because," Harrison's "Here Comes the Sun" and Paul McCartney's "Maxwell's Silver Hammer." If you've ever played or even touched a keyboard, then you owe something to Bob Moog.

If you'd like to know more, a thorough but not overwhelming obituary piece can be found here, or you can rent the Moog documentary.

Even Fidel Castro expressed his regret about Moog's passing, "Ironic, no? Man spends whole life using brain to engineer new instruments, then dies of brain tumor. Is ironic. Is why I am Presidente para la vida. VIVA LA CASTRO! VIVA LA REVOLUCION!"
A group of Cornell University researchers are proposing that we turn the Great Plains into an wild African Animal kingdom, transplanting lions, tigers, elephants, and other delicacies to North America. The plan is called Pleistocene rewilding and is intended to be a 'proactive' approach to conservation by transplanting endangered species 'out of the box'. The researchers claim that the African animals would fill holes in the ecosystem, replacing extinct Pleistocene animals like wooly mammoths, mastodons, saber-tooth tigers, and other crazy shit you see in the Flintstones.

By introducing living counterparts to the extinct animals, the researchers say, these voids could be filled. See, the American cheetah used to hunt an antelope-like creature called a pronghorn, but now the cheetah is gone and the pronghorn can run 60 mph. So, the researchers believe their plan can fill that hole in the ecosystem while simultaneously giving African cheetahs a new home. They also hope their plan would offer ecotourism and land-management jobs to the struggling economies of the Great Plains and Southwest. Other living species that are counterparts to Pleistocene-era animals in North America include feral horses (Equus caballus), wild asses (E. asinus), Bactrian camels (Camelus bactrianus), Asian (Elephas maximus) and African (Loxodonta africana) elephants and lions (Panthera leo). Sometimes construction workers whistle at me and tell me they'd like to use my wild ass to fill a hole in their ecosystem. Now it makes sense.

Imagine lions stalking deer in the stubble of a Nebraska cornfield. Elephants trumpeting across Colorado's high plains. Cheetah slouching through the West Texas scrub. Imagine chimpanzees sitting in the White House … oh wait.


American voters have already partly approved the plan to transplant African wildlife into America, by electing a monkey to sit in the White House.


Critics of the plan point to Australia, which was overrun by rabbits and poisonous cane toads after misguided species relocations. "It is not restoration to introduce animals that were never here," said University of Washington anthropologist Donald K. Grayson. Further criticism centers on the fact that by relocating these animals it could endanger their meager protections in Africa and hurt tourism in the already impoverished continent.

The researchers supporting the plan said that private lands are probably the best place to start, with each step guided by experts using the fossil record as a guide. "We are not advocating backing up a van and letting elephants and cheetah out into the landscape. All of this would be science driven." But ... but that sounds like so much more fun! No word yet on whether scientists have a modern counterpart to the pterodactal Fred Flintstone used to change the channels on his stone age TV set. I really want one of those, but a wild ass will have to do.
 
 

8/24/05
by adam
 

This past Monday, the University of Florida, my alma mater, worked its way into the USA Today twice for the same reason: trying to curb binge drinking on and off campus in hopes of losing its "party school" reputation. The articles threw down a lot of facts and figures but the point is that the kids at UF drink entirely too much and too often and I was one of those kids.

I recently gave up drinking because I realized that, for the most part, all the drinking I did in college, no matter how fun it was at the time, left me confused and caused quite a few awkward situations, not to mention completely drowning my desire to think deeply or critically about just about anything, which is probably why I stuck with my Accounting major for so long. Anyway, this isn't my LiveJournal, so I'll get back to story.

The University's actions are commendable because they are in effect starting a war on a drug statistically more dangerous than the number one enemy of the government's "War on Drugs": marijuana, a drug not proven to have caused any deaths in the estimated 60 million users in America. Alcohol, on the other hand and as we all know, kills everyone who ever lays a finger on it. Same goes for cigarettes. But, as long as America is drunk, or dead, the people won't question questionable acts. They will, however, bare their breasts and go wild while on vacation in the Bahamas and post on their own LiveJournals about how very drunk they were and wasn't it awesome that they actually drove home in that state?

I only drink imported beer.
Since America isn't 85% full of self-proclaimed Christians (it is), churches are turning to marketing to reel in more believers. One church bought an ice cream truck to make "God's love real," according to Rick Ruble, a pastor at the New Life Christian Church in Centreville, VA. "In some way it communicates, 'They care about me.'" Yes, give fat Americans MORE ice cream to show how much you care about them.

This reminds me of the time I accepted Jesus into my heart for an enormous Butterfinger bar. I got a free snack and I still didn't believe in God AND some poor sap easily swayed by giant candy bars was saved from a depressing life ruining bible after bible with chocolate fingerprints. King James doesn't stand for that bullshit. He'll revise your ass straight to the guillotine, my friend.
[Ryan: I just wanted to do another one of these to keep this joke of you including personal notes running as long as possible.]
 
 

8/17/05
by adam
 

When you have a blimps-eye view, people look like ants and houses like Monopoly pieces. World problems seem to be oh so insignificant at 1300 feet as long as the ants can read the name on the blimp. You would think that George Bush, being firmly rooted to the ground 151 miles from the nearest blimp, would have a different take on the world's problems, many of which he has caused [RYAN: Here's a link to a mapquest of my location in Decatur, TX to Crawford, where George Bush may or might not be training on an elliptical machine this very instant].

According to the Washington Post, officials in Washington are saying that the "United States no longer hopes to see a model new democracy [in Iraq], a self-supporting oil industry or a society where most Iraqis are free from serious security or economic challenges" and also that they don't expect to defeat the insurgency, only diminish it. One anonymous official stated, "We set out to establish a democracy, but we're slowly realizing we will have some sort of Islamic republic." So, basically, the United States just destroyed a nation. Excuse me, WE just destroyed a nation. Every single one of us. And WE won't even have a democracy to show for it.
What does POTUS think of all this? Well, we tried to reach him for a comment but he was busy training to be the FITTEST PRESIDENT OF ALL TIME! That's right, folks, President Bush may be the healthiest President of all time. Historically, the Oval Office proves to be hell on a Commander in Chief, presumably because he is spending his time trying to run the fucking United States, but not this President, oh no! This President goes on two-hour bike rides, lifts weights, rides a stationary bike, and attacks the elliptical trainer, a favorite of suburban moms everywhere. Not like that fat fuck Taft, who sat around bathing in bacon all goddamn day.

According to Bush, the people want a President to be fit so he will "make good, crisp decisions." Decisions like which protest to ignore today, which bike trail to follow, alternate vacation destinations other than the ranch, and new, innovative ways to fuck over not only the American people, but the peoples of all countries. At least we can say our President has a heart rate that rivals the top athletes of our time. Eat your heart out, Lance Armstrong. LIVESTRONG!
In other Bush news, the White House just hired a new head chef! It was a long and arduous process, but Laura Bush finally found the perfect chef for her husband's unique tastes. The dish that sealed the deal was the boundary-breaking and utterly fresh Iraq-of-Ribs, a plate of the charred ribs of Marines blown to a tantalizing crisp in roadside bombings. Mmm, tastes like democracy!
In news one month old and not relating to our President and his foibles, the top Canadian health officer has said that Canadians, and thereby everybody, should limit their cell phone use until the long term health effects are discovered. At a three-day conference of the World Health Organization, Dr. David Butler-Jones told the other scientists, public health officials, and academics in attendance that scientists are "playing a game of catch up" with the constantly changing technology of today's world. Cellphone use may affect obesity in children and their social interactions with friends and family.

I always thought it was normal for children shaped like Chicken McNuggets to bury their faces in their text messaging machines and GameBoys while having dinner with their family. There might be other causes like fast food and lazy parenting, but I'll go along with anything that gets cell phones out of the hands of the kids that go to the movies on opening night and yell across the theater, yell into their violently blinking phones, and run to talk in person to the friends they just got off the phone with who are sitting right in front of me just waiting for my foot to slip off the back of their chair and give them a concussion.

But seriously, be careful, Johnny Cochran died of a tumor that doctors are tying to his extensive cell phone use. If the tumor fits, you must acquit!

But seriously again, get a headset for your phone. You'll look like a douchebag, but you can randomly yell out, "I TOLD YOU TO DIVERSIFY YOUR PORTFOLIO!!" and people will understand that you are a busy businessman or businesswoman. It works better if you're a man. But everything does, really.
Blimping update: I am writing this from Decatur, Texas, 151 miles north of Bush's ranch in Crawford, Texas. If we weren't leaving tomorrow and it didn't take over two hours to get there, I'd love to visit the vigil being held outside of the ranch and maybe yell "COCKSUCKER" as Bush rode by on his mountain bike, but alas, it's not to be. I know yelling "COCKSUCKER" wouldn't accomplish anything and it's very childish, but it would fill this void in my chest that hasn't been filled in years. While I was on night watch a few nights ago, a group of drunk teens showed up at 3am to check out the blimp and hung on the handrail like it was a monkey bar, which is really the sole use of blimps in America. Oh, Lord in Heaven my eternal savior, my life really isn't that interesting at this point.
Check out this interview Shelby Cinca recently did with a Spanish-language blog. It explains the breakdown of Decahedron and the difference in approach he's using on his new Frantic Mantis project with member of Division of Laura Lee. Oh, and scroll down for the English-translation, I know you can't be bothered to learn a second language because everybody knows the whole world speaks English. Even the Irish.
Ryan didn't like my original joke: "Madonna fell off her horse, kind of like when she filmed Swept Away! HAHAHAHA! Entertainment news is HILARIOUS" so I had to write the following: BBC reports that Madonna fell off a horse on her 47th birthday, breaking some bones and taking a trip to the hospital. The article also states that Madonna "wears sensible shoes around the estate...and looks after her chickens," finally cementing Madonna in the realm of the completely unfuckable.
 
     

8/10/05
by exadore
 

The President of the United States of America recently suggested that "intelligent design" should be taught in US public schools. He believes that life is too complex to have developed through evolution, and an unseen power must have been involved, ie God. Never mind that almost the entire field of modern biology accepts and is based upon the theory of evolution; never mind that there is no scientific evidence of any kind to support 'intelligent design' because it is about as empirical as Scientology; and never mind that there is a thing in America we call the separation of church and state. But listen to me blather!

The president told reporters that students should be taught about intelligent design so they could better understand the debate about the origins of the universe--again, never mind that this would be taught in a science class and that within the scientific community there is no debate. Why for instance, here is Alan Leshner, the chief executive of the American Association for the Advancement of Science, and he says, "There is no science to intelligent design, it's not even a scientifically answerable question."

Even those on the ultra religious right are cautious about the president's moronic statements. "I'm not comfortable with intelligent design being taught in the science classroom," said none other than Republican Senator Rick Santorum, who is known for burning witches in a holy furor and attempting to perform exorcisms on Senate Democrats.

The ironic thing about all this is that President George W. Bush doesn't believe in evolution because he is in fact not descended from monkeys--he still is one. Hohoho, I am so clever.
You may not have been aware of it at the time but one of the world's architectural treasures was destroyed in 2001 by the Taliban. No, it wasn't the Twin Towers because a) they were not an architectural treasure, just some very tall and very important buildings and b) the Taliban didn't actually destroy that, al Queda did. No sir, it was the Bamiyan Buddhas in Afghanistan.

The ancient and enormous Buddhas were carved out of a sheer sandstone wall located on the ancient Silk Road linking China, India, and the West. The two tallest Buddhas measured 55 and 37 meters respectively, which I am far too lazy to convert into our inferior English measurements. Just trust me when I say they were something like nine bazillion feet tall--definitely bigger than you and your brother and your brother's friend Todd all sitting on each other's shoulders, in case you were thinking of challenging the Buddhas to a game of chicken. After surviving for over 1600 years they were dynamited by the Taliban for being idolatrous.


Talibaners were rumored to be angry that the ancient Afghan Buddhas had no bellies on which to rub.


Ok, I'm getting to the interesting part just hang onto your fucking underoos: the Afghan government has commissioned a Japanese artist to recreate the Buddhas using multicolored lasers! Fourteen laser systems, powered by solar and wind generators, will project 140 faceless Buddha images onto four miles of cliff-face for four hours every Sunday night. During the laser show a copy of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon will play while local Afghans get stoned and 'pick up on the good vibes'. The Afghani government itself even described the show as 'totally trippy man' in their proposal. Laser beams!!


Do I really need a caption for this picture? The man is a laser artist! He is a living Max Headroom!

In another part of the War on Terror™, Iran has started to break the remaining UN seals placed on its nuclear plant at Isfahan. The removal of the seals will enable the plant to operate fully and, it is thought, unleash Satan from his icy tomb in the center of the world and allow him to open a gate into our dimension--like in the movie The Gate, or better yet, The Gate II.

Reactivation of Iran's nuclear program comes despite opposition and pressure from nearly every world power, including Russia and let me just tell you that Russia isn't exactly known for its clear thinking. Then again, neither are we. Good thing we invaded Iraq to stop all that nuclear proliferation going on there.
Four British schools have been selected to test out the potential use of video games in public education. The project aims to find ways in which school teachers can include video games in their teaching and will include such million-selling hits as Number Munchers and Oregon Trail. Does anybody remember that game where you're the fish deciding if you want to eat other fish or run away? What was the name of that? Please tell me because it's killing me. Anyways, that joke isn't totally irrelevant, because the test is attempting to use commercial videogames not just traditionally educational ones, although Number Munchers does kick ass. First up on the educational menu: Grand Theft Auto.
In semi-related news, a 28-year old South Korean man has died after playing an online computer game for 50 hours with very few breaks. The cause of death is presumed to be heart failure stemming from exhaustion. The man had not slept properly and had eaten very little during a marathon session of Starcraft at an internet cafe. He had also recently been fired from his job because he kept missing work to play computer games ... like Number Munchers. There, I sort of redeemed that one.
If you feel like dying from a video game, may I suggest Cave Story? It is free and insanely fun with a classic Super Nintendo platform feel.
A day after NASA successfully returned the space shuttle Discovery to Earth, a private company has announced plans for $100 million tourist trips around the moon. The company, Space Adventures, has already sent up two space tourists and plans to continue using the Russian space agency for commercial space travel. The trip will circle the moon and will last from 10 to 21 depending on whether or not foam breaks off the ship and/or the Russian pilot is drunk. Space Adventures' research suggests there are 500 to 1,000 people in the world can afford to do this, meaning not you.
The Rolling Stones have unveiled a new antiwar song called "Sweet Neo Con," chiding Condi Rice and Mr. Bush, "You call yourself a Christian; I call you a hypocrite." Perhaps "Sympathy for the Devil" would have been a better name than "Sweet Neo Con". We at Bornbackwards salute this effort although it's a pretty safe move now that the war is unpopular and Mr. Bush's numbers are in the toilet. We also will not be updating our Modern Protest Songs feature to include them, no matter how much hip shaking Mick Jagger does.

Either way, during the press conference to unveil the song, Jagger continually licked his lips and referred to Condoleezza Rice as "brown sugar", asking, "how come you taste so sweet, Condi?" The other Stones were a little creeped out, even Keith Richards who is himself entirely creepy because he is an undead zombie.
Quick on the heels of Q and not U's breakup announcement comes news of their future activities. Singer/guitarist Chris Richards is already planning a full-length release of solo material under his Ris Paul Ric name (get it? Chris Paul Richards?). The solo songs were recorded in Canada with laptop artist Tim Hecker. Ris Paul Ric currently has a myspace page with two songs up.

In case you're curious, the songs do in fact sound like quiet acoustic demos of early Q and not U--with the jumpy, innovative guitar work of No Kill No Beep Beep, none of that crazy funk guitar he was playing on Power. The songs also boast strange textures, like the rattling cans on the end of "Purple Blaze", although apparently Hecker isn't finished working his sound manipulation voodo on the album yet.

In live performances, Ris Paul Ric will feature former Black Eyes drummer Dan Caldas providing auxiliary percussion and attempting to recreate Hecker's sound effects. A short tour of the East Coast also features two other ex-Black Eyes projects: Jacob Long's electro-drone project Earthen Sea and Daniel Martin McCormick doing god knows what.

Harris Klahr, Q and not U's other guitarist, is embarking on a remix project called President. A remix of Q and not U's own "Wonderful People" is up on their myspace page now. May I say that it just fucking awful?
Also, I'd like to just take the opportunity to thank Walt for helping me to keep the news going the last few weeks while most of our other staff is preoccupied. If you see him on the street give him a high five and tell him exadore sent you.
 
 

8/10/05
by walt
 

In a recent poll, President Bush's approval rating was figured at 45 percent. This is 1 percent higher than last month's where he was at an all-time low of 44 percent. However, it should be noted that when he began his second term in January, his approval rating was at 57 percent.

So, congratulations, Mr. President. You've stuck to your guns by starting your term with a high number (something like a surplus, you know) and lowered it drastically in the matter of months. Well done.
DMX faces a year in prison on charges of first degree whack rhyming. Or maybe it was driving through an airport parking gate while high. No, I think it was the lame rhymes. Finally, justice is served.
Anyone catch that show Brat Camp? The one where they take "troubled teens" and make them climb mountains and stuff? Well, one of them was recently arrested for spray painting racial slurs on the street in front of a black preschool teacher's home. Now, it's bad enough that this kid is a racist shit head who didn't learn his lesson while climbing mountains and stuff but, I was particularly offended when I read his profile on ABC's site for the Brat Camp show, "Isaiah is an angry punk rocker who smokes, drinks and has an obsession with fire."

Punk rocker, eh? What is this, 1978? Hasn't punk been watered down enough that it's no longer scary to anyone? Why is that clause even in his description? He smokes, drinks, talks back to his mom, has an anger problem, and is a racist shithead. Punk doesn't have much to do with it. So, captain racist shithead has a pink streak in his hair, and he's a dangerous punk rocker. Watch out, he's got a Misfits record! He's gonna spray paint your place like some punk rock band told him to. Look, Black Flag has a song called "Spray Paint"! I swear, some people are beyond stupid...
It's official, "Chappelle's Show" is no more. I'm sad, but at least I won't have a new "I'm Rick James, bitch" to deal with this year. Charlie Murphy spilled the beans, "'Chappelle's Show' is over, man. Done." Comedy Central verified, and said that Chappelle is welcome to return whenever.

Of course he is, you know how much money that show made them? They'd be nuts not to let him come back. Have you seen "Mind of Mencia," for christ's sake?
Lovitt Records will be releasing a series of live albums available only for download. I know for certain that Frodus's "Live at the Black Cat" is available on iTunes and eMusic as we speak. Why are you still reading? It's a new Frodus release! I don't care, steal your mom's credit card, do something!

In other Lovitt news, all of their items over $8 are 10% off for the month of August when bought directly from Lovitt. Take advantage of this. Bornbackwards suggests Sleepytime Trio, early Engine Down, anything by Decahedron, and the new Navies EP.
Jello Biafra is teaming up with The Melvins for a second release. Some new stuff, some remixes by Al from Ministry, and an Alice Cooper cover. Oh, and a Dead Kennedys cover with updated lyrics. Wonder what that one's gonna be about. "I'm East Bay Ray and I'm really dumb, I stole Jello's main source of income..."
Green Day has pulled their back catalogue from Lookout! Records, due to a dispute over unpaid royalties (seems fitting after a Dead Kennedys post). Green Day has been seriously hurting for the money, too, since they haven't had any major successes in their career. [RYAN: Maybe you should link to websites selling Dookie, Warning, and American Idiot, for comedic effect. Oh god, we did this joke already...]

Honestly, Lookout! admits fault in the situation, and says that Green Day gave them some time to get their act together since the label was hurting for money. After so long, they had to pull the albums, which was a wake up call for Lookout! Unfortunately, that means that 6 of their 9 employees have been layed off. Hopefully, they can keep themselves afloat without as much overhead. Then again, they did release that godawful last Engine Down album, so maybe we shouldn't hope too hard.
 
 

8/03/05
by exadore
 

Mission of Burma did it. Gang of Four is planning to do it. Hell, the Cure's done it a bunch of times and so has Weezer, unfortunately. Now, after 14 years of not speaking with one another, it appears that the Pixies are ready to join the other kids on the reunion playground by releasing an album of new material. Frank Black has been dropping hints for the last couple months, actually since the reunion tours started last year, but it appears as though the news is now official.

Speaking to the NME, Black was quoted as saying, "We don't want to overstay our welcome in terms of performing under the banner of a reunion ... So even if we just get together once in a blue moon to play the old songs, how are we gonna do that without coming off as tacky? So I suppose one way to accomplish that is to work on some new material."

You're goddamn right it is Mr. Black. With the band's set continuing to adhere almost exclusively to their first two albums, any kind of new material would almost assuredly be within the Pixies mold of old, but without entirely recreating old songs like Gnag of Four plans to do. In fact, if you've been paying attention to the Pixies since their reunion, you'll know about the two new songs they've already recorded, "Bam Thwok" and the Warren Zevon cover "Ain't That Pretty At All". Both were reminiscent of the Pixies glory days in the best ways but featured enough brand-new weirdness to keep the band entirely interesting. For instance, the verses of "Ain't That Pretty At All" were built almost entirely from guitar loops, and featured Black and bassist Kim Deal trading lead vocals for the first time in the band's career; "Bam Thwok" featured a very strange, mid-song organ solo that was recorded over 30 years before by guitarist Joey Santiago's father in the Phillipines. No word yet on when work will begin on what will be the Pixies' fifth album and the first since 1991's Trompe Le Monde.

Now if we can just the Beatles back together we'd set. Too bad John, George, and Paul are all dead.
We are however, getting the next best thing. News has just come out that the Beatles' Let it Be film will finally be released on DVD. The documentary was made by Michael Lindasy-Hogg, who had complete access to the studio during the ill-fated Let It Be sessions. The film starkly showed the Beatles animosity towards each other, their sarcastic jabs and put-downs, their lack of collaboration, and the ubiquitous roof-top concert on top of the Apple Records building. The DVD will feature the original 80-minute documentary as well as expanded audio recordings discovered in 2003.

Let It Be (the album not the film) was of course, famously unsatisfying for both the listener and the band, being shipped off to Phil Spector to be stitched together into something coherent. Although it was recorded before the Beatles' final album, Abbey Road, it was not released until afterwards, and then released again in 2004 without Spector's production.

As Tiny Mix Tapes has pointed out, it'll come just in time for this year's Christmas season, joining a long line of December-time Beatles merchandise in recent times, including Let it Be … Naked, 1, The Capitol Albums, Vol. 1, Anthology, and Can't Buy Me Love But Can Buy Me This Beautiful Beatles Bedspread.
Hurray for CAFTA! No that's not Kakfa, Franz Kafka author of The Metamorphosis, or for you pretentious English majors Die Verwandlung. It's not Kafka at all, it's the Central American Free Trade Agreement! Just when you thought that NAFTA was bad enough, the gubberment pulls through and hands you a whole new bag of shit-covered worms.

Hurray for exporting all of our industrial jobs overseas! Hurray for avoiding unions! Hurray for exploiting cheap Central American workers and their lack of labor laws! Hurray for CAFTA provisions that make it possible for corporations to sue governments, including ours, if their public interest laws, like environmental protection, interfere with profits! Hurray for the Senate where it passed 54-45! Hurray for the House, where it eked by with 217-215 and demonstrated that even several high-level Republican Congressmen opposed the measure! Hurray for President Bush when he finally spoke the truth for once by saying, "CAFTA is more than a trade bill." We're in agreement sir, CAFTA is a lot more than just a trade bill--it's exploitative and evil with sharp fangs and glowing reds eyes and shit-covered worms, like we said before.
Bush hasn't been as honest with other recent issues lately. For instance, his recess appointment of John Bolton as ambassador to the United Nations. Although Bush the junior has complete legal authority to do this, its still sort of a underhanded dirty trick. See, Bolton's nomination was completely stalled in the Senate because of his well-known contempt for the UN, and the disapproval of several other top US diplomats. So instead of finding somebody new, Bush just waited till the Senate was out of session and went over their heads by making a shorter recess appointment that does not need Congressional approval.

Bolton will be serving until 2007 when he will finally come up before a Congressional vote. To celebrate, Bolton performed several moving songs karaoke-style from the catalogue of his brother Michael and called the United Nations, "worse than the feces that smears on my hand when the toilet paper breaks. I hate it when that happens, cause it means I have to wash my goddamned hands! I HATE WASHING MY HANDS!" Paul called this months ago.
Far from being angry about this blatant disregard for Congressional will, Americans are instead being riled up by a much more important issue: the host's of BET's '106 & Park' have been fired! Yes, A.J. and Free had their last shows last week, and their despartures have inspired fans to send an "overwhelming" number of calls and e-mails, a BET spokeswoman said Monday. Nevermind CAFTA, how am I gonna enjoy my raw-ass rap videos without my dawgs AJ & Free?! WHAT WILL I DO WITHOUT FREESTYLE FRIDAY?! Dear god, I am so cold … so cold.
In completely unrelated news to anything else on this page Adidas is planning to buy Reebok for 3.1 billion euros. That's 3.8 billion of your pithy American dollars. The move is an attempt to establish a competitor to Nike in the US, who I have just decided to start calling Adibok because it sounds like a hideous monster from alien worlds. It is unknown yet if Adidas and Reebok plan on cross-breeding their well-known shoes to create some sort of hideous unholy hybrid shoe with powers and abilities that nature never intended shoes to have. Perhaps this mutant shoe will even rival the early '90s powers of Air Jordans or the early '60s lies of PF Fliers. It is unknown what effect this will have on Reebok's baby shoes division, Weebok.


A Monster shoe from the blackened forests of deepest Tartarus is about to consume this man's soul!

 
 

8/03/05
by walt
 

OH MY GOD LIFETIME IS REUNITING!

OH MY GOD PUBLIC ENEMY IS REUNITING!

OH MY GOD THEY'RE PLAYIng hell...fe...s..t...

FUCK! So, out of 188 bands playing Hellfest, there's at least 2 bands you want to see. Yeah, looks like there's just 2. Wait, Curl Up and Die is playing, check them out. And the Bouncing Souls, remember them from like 6 years ago? So, 4 bands. Thanks. Honestly, I've sat through some crap bands to see good ones (yes, I've been to the Warped Tour). Hell, I've sat through crap bands after I saw a good one (Beauty Pill opened for Travis Morrisson...don't ask).

But ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FOUR bands? Oh sweet lord, that's alot of bands that are cool to 13 year olds/were cool to 13 year olds back when I was 13. So, if you love either of those groups and don't mind dropping $99 plus airfare to new jersey (where you can do all sorts of sight seeing!) to spend three days listening to crap bands in the hopes of catching a glimpse of your idols, go for it, bro. Hey, Good Clean Fun is reuniting. You can check them out, and find out how straight edge you aren't.
The Hot Snakes broke up. Yeah, it happened a month ago. If you haven't noticed, we're not exactly functioning on the concept of "time." Anyway, the Hot Snakes were awesome, as they rekindled a bit of that Drive Like Jehu charm. Especially since they featured 2/4 of Drive Like Jehu.

Sorry, no punchline.
I once killed a giant bear with my bare hands.
In related news, Myspace was sold for $580 MILLION dollars. To whom, you ask? News Corp. Who's News Corp? The people (ie Rupert Murdoch) that own Fox/Fox News/20th Century Fox. Sure, they brought us Married With Children, The Simpsons, and Family Guy. And bravo, really. But then there's Bill O'Reilly and a slew of other conservative agenda pushing goons. You know, from shows like "Pundit Scream Fest" and "Political Tirades Weekly." I guess they have cool people there in programming and film making. It's just the news they can't seem to get straight. Come on guys, everyone knows the media is run by nutbag extremist liberals, get with the party....

So what does News Corp care about a slew of attention whores and their bands? [RYAN: Maybe you should link to our myspaces and band myspaces there for comedic effect] {editor's note: excellent idea, Walt} Advertising! That's right, myspace is the 5th most popular domain online, and News Corp wants to fill it with all the ads you can stick up a retired hooker's ass. Woo Hoo free market!

Well, hopefully we can finally be rid of Tom's smiling ass. Seriously, what's with that guy? Why's he gotta be everybody's friend?
If you hadn't noticed, we here at BBW have a love for Shelby Cinca. Frodus, Decahedron, Cassettes, Mancake,, etc. Well, we're glad to tell you all about Frantic Mantis, a collaboration between Shelby and members of the Division of Laura Lee. And let me tell you, it has spazzcore written all over it. Cinca, always a stinkler for genre-terms has dubbed the new project data-punk and it features his typical spazzy outbursts along with weird electronic soundscapes made with 8-bit processors.

Look for the release on Lujo Records sometime this year. You can hear mp3s on their myspace page, or by asking me or exadore really nicely because we are so good at the internet that we know where Shelby is hiding mp3s of almost the entire album..
Oh my god, there is no humor in any of this.
Foo Fighters and Weezer have announced that they will be co-headlining a tour this fall. This is pretty cool news, because it's an arena show that might possibly be worth the ridiculous amount of money the tickets will cost. Both bands have enough great songs between them to make for a kick ass evening. Sure, "Learn to Fly" was terrible. And "Beverly Hills" is re-god damn-diculous. But "Everlong" was amazing. And, well, all of the Blue Album and Pinkerton were monumental. So, remember what it was like to go to these big venues and pump your fist and stuff like that. Might even see a naked lady. I almost forgot rock concerts had those.
 
 

7/27/05
 

Welcome back. There's a lot of things happening in the world, especially in the political arena. We're not going to be talking about any of them today. Maybe next week. Our most pressing, breaking news this week is all about Bornbackwards. Why are the updates barely trickling in? Why does the staff seem to diminish by the day? Why hasn't there been a feature in forever and a half? Why does BBW think they're important enough to run a story about themselves at the top of their news page over obviously much more important things? Are they really that pretentious? What about Live 8, did it raise enough awareness about African plight? All these questions will be answered, and more that you probably don't even want to know like our preference for Diet Coke with Lemon over Pepsi with Lime and Adam's preference for transvestite hookers over female ones.

Our associate Adam Wilson Conrad III is blimpin' as you all should know. Right now he is somewhere in Toronto, exact coordinates unknown. Everyday he helps hoist an enormous dirigible into the cerulean firmament above, where it lords enormous and evil like an all-seeing eye over the poor, cowering peasants of the Canadian heartland. Apparently a few of those Canadians registered complaints that the blimp in question was flying the stars and stripes, after which the crew was forced to remove our national symbol as their eyes filled with tears. Look at Canada getting all uppity.

Our dearest Paul, a perfect example of a fine, upstanding young man, has left Gainesville forever and the town itself has taken on a grayish hue at the unfortunate absence of his gentle wit and humane compassion. He has decided to exchange the humidity and swamp-like conditions for the verdant deserts of Californ-eye-aye. However, before he arrives there he will be taking an 18-day cross-country road trip, from Gainesville to Long Beach, banging sluts across America. Thank god there's no shortage of them. Wish him well.

Our correspondent Karl Rove is a bit busy with problems involving his 'day job' at the moment, and so he is unable to offer much support. Likewise, Jesse Johnson is currently in Fort Lauderdale working for the man and can only be found in cyberspace at intervals seemingly related to the tides and lunar cycles.

As for speaking of myself in the third person, exadore has spent the last three weeks in Pittsburgh, Chicago, Gainesville, and Ft. Lauderdale. In another two to three weeks I will be traveling up the east coast by car and hitting Atlanta, Washington DC, New York City, and my birthplace of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. If you have a place we could stay in DC, get in touch my friend. If I had my way, we'd all be traveling by blimp.

Stay tuned for our interview with punk legend Ian Mackaye, our commentary on Pitchfork's Intonation Festival, and our fourth anniversary redesign. All coming hopefully soon.
Tons of bands broke up while we were away! Holy crap! Where it seemed like great music was just falling from the heavens like delicious matzo balls in 2004, this year the music scene feels as though we are wandering in a parched, arid landscape for, let's say … 40 years maybe with only bitter herbs to eat. Tell your friends that Bornbackwards is the only site on the Webernet that uses the suffering of the Jewish people as a metaphor for pop music. What can I say--we innovate.

First off, allow me to display my dismay at the breakup of Washington DC's perennially wonderful Q and not U: "Great ghosts of Greta Garbo! WHY?!" Please ignore the soft sounds of my weeping for a moment.

Ahem. Thanks for the tissue, friend. Over the course of seven years, Q and not U released three great singles, two outstanding albums and another pretty decent one. The band revitalized Dischord Records and set the course for the '00s post-punk revival--although certain of their peers may have attained greater notoriety Q and not U remained the best and most creative among them.

2000's No Kill No Beep Beep was one of the most outstanding debuts of any punk band in modern memory, the sound of Fugazi filtered through a thousand suburban garages and reinterpreted for the ADD generation. 2002's Different Damage found the band maturing into a careful and measured machine displaying skill and craft rather than the manic fragmentation of their debut. Last year's Power was decent but a little light, featuring some of the band's most accessible songs ever but hampered by the overly-sleek disco production of El Guapo, now known as Supersystem [review]. If anything, the band's X-Polynation/Book of Flags single, released before Power and produced by Ian Mackaye, showed that in more sympathetic production hands Power could have been the band's unrivalled masterpiece.

A few months ago the band was showcasing radically experimental new songs rooted in futurist-psychdelia and fucked-up dub reggae that hinted at a radically awesome fourth album if given to Mackaye. Alas it is not to be. The announcement on the band's official website states, "We feel that we've reached all of our shared goals as Q and Not U and we're ready to move on to other projects in life. We all hope to play music together again someday, but we feel that it's a beautiful and natural time to bring this band to a close." But no. You haven't reached all your goals! What about rocking me until 2010! Isn't that one of your goddamn goals?!

After a long period out of print, the band's very first single Hot and Informed can now be purchased on iTunes. Their final show dates can be found here. Let's all take a moment of silence and pour some of our fourties onto the pavement in honor of our fallen homies. Rest in peace, G.
Among the other bands on our Best of 2004 list, Jazz-rockers Karate have also decided to disband over the course of the last week. Apparently inspired by Mission of Burma, sensei Geoff Farina has developed hearing problems. A message lifted from Farina's website states, "After seeing a hearing specialist and attempting to continue working with Karate, it quickly became clear that I can no longer play at the high stage volume that Karate requires." That's all fine and dandy except … Karate is not loud. They're fucking jazzy for Christ's sake, it's not like the man is in Black Flag!

Karate leaves behind a rather large legacy, the band was one of Southern Records' first signees and their career stretched 12 years and over six albums including last year's Pockets [review]. Fans of the band will be pleased to know that Farina will continue with his numerous side projects over the next year, like Secret Stars and the all-too-aptly named Geoff Farina. Fans will also be pleased to know that he is the brother of Amy Farina, drummer in Ian Mackaye's new band The Evens. A new, even-quieter successor band to Karate is also in the works, quote Farina, "I will also start working on a new band with a different instrumentation and stage setup that allows me to continue performing the songs that I love to write and sing." Bassist Jeff Goddard and drummer Gavin McCarthy also plan to continue with their own projects. Potential names could include Jujitsu, Ninjitsu, Kung Fu, Martial Artistes and several other unfunny continuations of the Karate theme like those I just made up.
This is completely fucking up my day.
Sony BMG Music Entertainment, the second largest music company, has admitted to payola and agreed to a settlement in the on-going investigation of New York attorney general Eliot Spitzer. Sony is just one of at least four companies Spitzer has subpoenaed in his probe into whether music corporations are skirting payola laws by hiring third-party 'independents' to influence radio play lists and exert control of the public airwaves. That 'at least' was a joke because there are only four major labels total. Ha?

The supposedly 'independent' promoters that 'suggest' songs to radio stations, pay annual fees in exchange for advance copies of those stations' playlists. Promoters say these fees do not influence a radio station's choice of songs, but they are commonly just a flimsy and obvious way to skirt the law. Likewise, the promoters have long been suspected of passing direct payments to deejays in exchange for airplay of specific songs. Such payments would violate federal payola law that prohibits broadcasters from taking anything of value in exchange for playing specific songs without revealing the transaction to listeners. A press release from Spitzer's office details the multiple forms of payola found, including, "Outright bribes to radio programmers, including expensive vacation packages, electronics, and other valuable items; contest giveaways for stations' listening audiences; and payments for 'spin programs', airplay under the guise of advertising."



Prostitutes in clown make-up.


The investigation found that Sony was paying A LOT of money to get and keep Good Charlotte on the radio, for god knows what reason. Certainly this explains how Good Charlotte ever got popular at all. I suppose you thought they had artistic merit? Several emails from record labels to radio stations were turned up during the investigation, including this one from an Epic employee to a Clear Channel programmer: "WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET AUDIOSLAVE ON WKSS THIS WEEK?!!? Whatever you can dream up, I can make it happen." Unfortunately, the programmer could dream up quite a bit, including a mountain of Cherry Garcia ice cream; a ban on the caps lock button for the man who wrote that letter; a lifetime supply of that delicious Diet Coke with Lemon NOT the disgusting Pepsi with Lime; and Lindsay Lohandjobs for everyone at the station, even the ladies. As part of the settlement, Sony has agreed to donate $10 million to non-profit charities and music education programs, but they should have to do a lot more for forcing such awful trash as Audioslave and Good Charlotte on the poor unsuspecting American public. It is a heinous crime that I ever had to know who these bands were at all. It is a scaberous, blackened stain that haunts my life, nay, my very soul, and that no amount of bubble baths or Comet can scrub away. Believe me, I've tried.



Even for the ladies.


In order to raise the $10 million, Sony plans to launch a new round of lawsuits against 10,000,000 downloaders who will be forced to pay one dollar each. For a full accounting of payola and independent promoters, check out our History of Radio feature.
Fingerbanging is the new making out. Expect a Dashboard Confessional song on the topic before the year is out. But then … what is the new fingerbanging?
An Ethiopian man with 11 wives and 77 children is now giving advice on contraception and family planning. After losing his fortune trying to support his enormous family, he now says that polygamy is a bad idea (you hear that Mormons?) and even urges people not to get married at all (you hear that gay Americans?). He cannot remember all of his children's names but has worked out a system where he can figure it out based on who their mother is and in which of his spacious huts they live. Other methods include keeping all their names written on the inside of his hand, or keeping a cheat sheet taped to the brim of his hat. However, his eldest, unemployed son has not taken his advice and currently has seven children with four wives. Mothers, hide your daughters!


He ain't a playa, he just crush a lot.

I think this man may be missing the big picture: he now has a personal army. Play on, playa!
Post Secret is an ingenious little art-project of a site, wherein people write their deepest, darkest, most hideously awful secrets onto self designed postcards and mail them in. They range from the sublimely beautiful to the hilarious to the saddening and wretched. All in all it's a perfect snapshot of humanity.
On the other hand, The Shins Will Change Your Life is a brilliant site that catalogues all the worst examples of fawning and exaggerated praise to be found in internet music writing. Surprisingly, Bornbackwards has not been featured once. I'd think that we'd at least have merited one or two entries for our Smile review alone!
S'good to be back. As always, we are in desperate need of writers! If you think have got the taste and the talent to be a part of Team BBW, send us your samples! Details can be found under the MP3 of the week to the left.
 
     

7/06/05
 

I will be in Pittsburgh for the next week or so due to a death in the family. In the meantime Bornbackwards will be on temporary hiatus until I return. Thank you.
 
     

6/29/05
by exadore
 

Bornbackwards exclusive: you won't find this news anywhere else on the internet. Decahedron have broken up. No official announcement has yet been made and the band's website is silent, but Nathan Tsoi, Lovitt's press man, has confirmed the news. After the departure of Fugazi bassist Joe Lally, the band struggled to find a replacement, something that had also plagued their predecessor band Frodus and which could be a major contributing factor in the breakup. Although Decahedron has just released their new 2005 EP, they have also cancelled all remaining tour dates with vocalist/guitarist Shelby Cinca recently performing a solo set--playing tunes from his pop and folk-oriented band The Cassettes--at what was originally scheduled to be a Decahedron show.

Little else is known at this time, although it appears that Cinca will be focusing mainly on The Cassettes, who will appear on Desoto Records Children's Music Compilation series Volume 1: Play! with the likes of Mudhoney, the Supersuckers, Young Fresh Fellows, the Presidents Of the USA, Channels, Mary Timony, Travis Morrison, and more. The Cassettes also have a new 25-song album in the works which is supposedly "of epic vaudeville-country proportions" and has been described as 'Nation of Ulysses circa 1885'. We at Bornbackwards have no idea what that means exactly, but it sounds deliciously rare and deviously tantalizing. Cinca also has his electronic Obelisk side-project which is being released by Breach Records, run by a former affiliate of Bornbackwards. Decahedron drummer Jason Hammacher is reportedly working on a new unnamed project with Nathan Tsoi and 'another guy'. Yes, information is scarce indeed but keep tuned to BBW for more news as it comes it. Fair and balanced.
In startling move last week, Nike has ripped off the imagery of Dischord Records' Minor Threat, the greatest hardcore band that ever existed for their 'Major Threat' skate tour. Check out the images below.


Major Threat v Minor Threat

The original image on the right, featuring singer Ian Mackaye's brother Alec, appeared on Minor Threat's stunning self-titled debut seven inch from 1981 and later graced the cover of their Complete Discography. The image on the left was colored blue and added a pair of Nikes. That's it, the only difference. And that's not the only iconography of Minor Threat's that they took:


Nike v Dischord

On the left is the "Major Threat" logo. The top right is one of several covers pressed for Dischord's seminal 1982 Flex Your Head hardcore compilation, affixing Straight Edge X's in place of the stars on the DC city flag. The bottom-right is the logo Minor Threat used on their In My Eyes seven inch and their Out of Step LP. Nike, one of the largest corporations in the world with one of the most recognizable logos of all time and a full-time staff of sweatshop employees has found it necessary to rip off the imagery of a fiercely local DIY punk band from 20 years ago that more half their audience probably won't even recognize. There's only word I have for that: Ass-hats!

Its obvious some douchebag in marketing thought it would be a really great idea cause like ... Minor Threat rules right? Of course no one would own the copyright to those images because I mean 1981 was like ten million years ago BC or some shit. Apparently no one at Nike does research before approving their ad campaigns or else they would have known that Dischord and Mackaye have based their entire career, nay existence, on maintaining their fierce independence and fighting the corporate cooption of culture. Apparently no one at Nike has ever heard a Fugazi song either. When asked by Pitchfork if Nike had permission to use the imagery, Dischord had this to say, "No, they stole it and we're not happy about it. Nike is a giant corporation which is attempting to manipulate the alternative skate culture to create an even wider demand for their already ubiquitous brand. Nike represents just about the antithesis of what Dischord stands for and it makes me sick to my stomach to think they are using this explicit imagery to fool kids into thinking that the general ethos of this label, and Minor Threat in particular, can somehow be linked to Nike's mission. It's disgusting." It is.

After the hubbub, Nike issued a formal apology to Dischord, Minor Threat, and their fans, meaning to Ian Mackaye, Ian Mackaye, and you and me. Nike Skateboarding states, "Because of the album's strong imagery, and because our East Coast tour ends in Washington DC, we felt it was a perfect fit. This was a poor judgment call and should not have been executed without consulting Minor Threat and Dischord Records." It was. Nike has agreed to take down and destroy all the posters both physical and digital, although its pretty easy to still find them online. Its unknown at this time if Dischord will pursue further action against Nike but they definitely should, they really really should.



Yet no one has even mentioned this.

From Wikipedia: "Although both President Bushes are descended from Native Americans, genealogists who have attempted to link Presidents George H. W. Bush and George W. Bush with Pocahontas, have been in error. Their mistaken assumption was that Robert Bolling, Jr. (a 10th generation ancestor of George W. Bush) was the son of Robert Bolling and Jane Rolfe (granddaughter of Pocahontas). This connection has been disproved by many other genealogists, who point out that Rolfe died in 1676, six years before the birth of the younger Bolling. Robert Bolling,Jr. was evidently the son of Anne Stith, whom his father married after Jane Rolfe's death. The Bush family, therefore, is not descended from Pocahontas."

You didn't even know that people thought they were related at all, did you? And now some busybody has already gone and disproved what you'd never even thought about! Those anonymous genealogists really know how to suck the fun out of life!
President Bush saying that Iraq is going well and we have to stay the course is not news. However, this most definitely is.
France is building a nuclear fusion reactor. France! Now I know what you're thinking: 'we have got plenty of those,' but no, no we don't and don't pretend to know anything about nuclear physics when I know for a goddamned fact that you screwed up a bowl of Easy Mac. It's called that because its fucking easy!

See, We don't have any fusion reactors, we have fission reactors. Fission is the splitting of atoms which produces nuclear waste. Fusion in the combination of atoms like what the sun does only cooler--and I ain't talking temperature, baby. Fusion produces more energy than fission and has been touted as a solution to the world's energy problems, but we've never been able to make it work. Until now apparently. And it went to France. By all accounts, Japan is pissed off and the entire country is on the verge of going Super Saiyan. If only we could harness that incredible energy.


Nuclear fusion has been voted three times more awesome than the sun itself.

 
 

6/29/05
by adam
 

Even being an American is a competition these days. The following list is the top Ten GREATEST Americans of all time, as voted by citizens like you and me, only not like you and me because we didn't vote on this issue:

1) Ronald Reagan - war criminal and bad actor.
2) Abraham Lincoln - homosexual.
3) Martin Luther King - socialist, under FBI surveillance, philanderer, huge cock
4) George Washington - never told a lie, liar, not even when his wife asked where he got syphilis
5) Benjamin Franklin - fat, spectacled nerd.
6) George W Bush - unable to read this list.
7) Bill Clinton - great jazz musician, player.
8) Elvis Presley - addict, exploiter of black culture
9) Oprah Winfrey - what? I mean really, what?
10) Franklin D Roosevelt - rotten cripple.

As you can see, being a great American, in general, involves being a president, being dead, being wealthy, destroying democracy, or having a popular day-time talk show. Let's look a little deeper. The number one American of all time, beating out a leader of the civil rights movement and someone who actually signed the Declaration of Independence, is a man--star of Bedtime for Bonzo--who believed we could protect our country with lasers in space named after a popular science fiction movie of the 1970s.

Also, in a completely fucking insane distortion of what I consider reality, the good people of the United States voted GEORGE WALKER BUSH TO BE THE 6th GREATEST AMERICAN OF ALL TIME. What, may I ask, is fucking wrong with America?

You know, I've seen the signs of the apocalypse all over this country's dilapidated highway system: yellow ribbon magnets. They're everywhere. Some people have three or four ribbons as well as a few bumper stickers flaunting their lazy patriotism. The only thing they are supporting is ignorance and complacency. Anyway, seeing these signs, it shouldn't be surprising that GW has been voted the 6th greatest American of all time, but it is disheartening to know that America's values have been chewed up by corporate and political marketing campaigns, digested by countless hours in front of the television watching mindless sitcoms and "liberal" media programs, and shat out while stuck in traffic on the way to their lucrative careers or pissed out after a night on the town.

The true great Americans are the nameless, faceless individuals working to challenge our society, undermine those in power, and inspire others to join their cause, shed their apathy and ignorance. Not to take anything away from Martin Luther King, he is certainly important, but there many who will always go unnoticed by Americans, and these are the people that all Americans should be aware of. And that's how you end a sentence with a preposition.
On a lighter note, I'm stranded in Rhode Island with a belly full of Boston Market side items. Our van broke down twice in a half hour, so we are spending our three days off here instead of Long Island, which means Andrew and I couldn't get tickets for the Daily Show and therefore must always see John Stewart 10 pounds heavier than he actually weighs.
Multibillionaire John Walton died while trying to fly an experimental air machine on Monday. On one hand, I want to say, "Hey, one less billionaire," but on the other hand, I wish he were still alive and that Wal-Mart itself took his place. Millions of Americans might think, "Man, Wal-Mart's gone? What the fuck is that about?" and then realize that it was a completely unnecessary leach on their time, money, well-being, and the well being of the small businesses owned by their neighbors. Of course, other Americans already knew that and would piss on it's ashes, hopefully drowning any would be phoenix trying to rise up and kill again.
That's all I got; Rhode Island is tempting me with all its sultry distractions.
 
 

6/22/05
 

Only five months after being sworn in for a second term, things are looking rather bleak in Bush Country these days. Now you may think it was the increasingly lax environmental laws and the fuel standards that are lower than the collective IQ of Nascar's audience that was spoiling the verdant fields and majestic plains of Bush Country. Except Bush Country isn't actually a physical place so … consider yourself officially stupid. Don't try to argue with me that its the South, or the Midwest, or whatever, cause George Bush is from an underground bunker in the center of the Earth built by Prescott Bush's Nazi gold. So, I guess maybe you could say that the verdant lava fields and majestic magma plains of the Earth's interior is Bush Country, but I'm pretty sure those mole people living down there voted Kerry.

That's how bad things have gotten in Bush Country! Even the mole people are defecting. Yes it seems that Bush's authority in American politics is eroding faster than a stripper's dignity. Having spent all his political capital on the braindead Terri Schiavo, the braindead filibuster scare, and a Social Security scheme that was so obviously without thought that Bornbackwards didn't even feel the need to criticize it, Republican Congressmen are now increasingly going their own way. It also seems as though Democratic Congressmen are also finally growing spines and doing what they should have been doing for the past four years: actively opposing brain death in all its many forms.

Mr. Bush couldn't even find the support for his Social Security ripoff within his own party's congressman. Now, his approval ratings are dropping and Democrats have for the second time blocked a vote on John Bolton, the man who hates the UN so much that Bush has nominated him to be (what else?) ambassador to the UN. It now appears that Democrats could indefinitely filibuster the vote as Republicans have actually lost votes on their side. A question: why couldn't this have happened a fucking year ago when we were having an election?! YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!


Remember kids, a vote for Kerry is a vote for the mole people.

Also, bills that recently passed the House include one that will pay the nation's UN dues against Bush's wish, and one that will overturn the controversial section of the Patriot Act that allows federal investigators to keep tabs on what you buy in bookstores and libraries. A story in the Times recently revealed that indeed the government has been requesting intelligence from libraries--over 200 times since 2001, which is a lot more than they've said publicly. A question though … why would a terrorist check out a book on Osama bin Laden when they know him personally and probably have lunch with him at the Jihad Café every Tuesday in Islamabad? Don't be so stupid, America! You don't want to be a laughing stock in the eyes of the mole people!
Billy Corgan is getting the Smashing Pumpkins back together! Billy Corgan is getting the Smashing Pumpkins back together? We're sure that we're not the only ones with mixed, hesitant, and slightly confused reactions to Corgan's full-page ad in yesterday's Chicago Times hyping his new solo album TheFutureEmbrace and stating his newfound desire to reunite the Smashing Pumpkins after five long years of inactivity. "I want my band back, and my songs, and my dreams (and of course, my hair)," and with that Corgan wept … in print.

First reactions to the ad included things like, "Whoa! Siamese Dream played me to sleep every night of 9th grade," and "I fondly remember losing my anal virginity to the sweet strains of the double-album opus Mellon Collie and the Infinate Sadness." Then a few minutes of reflection yielded these reactions: "Whoa! Adore made me cry myself to sleep every night of 11th grade because my favorite band in the world had put out something so lame," and "I remember, and certainly not fondly, losing my anal virginity to Machina: The Machines of God. What I'm saying is the album was so bad it butt-raped me."

It's unknown at this time if the band will actually feature Corgan and the other original three members--guitarist James Iha, bassist D'Arcy Wretzky, and drummer/junkie Jimmy Chamberlain--or if it will just be a vehicle for Corgan's ego as he plays in front of anonymous backing musicians, ala Guns and Roses. Hopefully Corgan is smart enough not hire someone with a KFC bucket on his head. Then again, he did wear leather trenchcoat-dresses in the videos for Machina, so he doesn't exactly have the most sense in the world. But then on the third hand, he was the one who actually wrote all of Siamese Dream and Mellon Collie himself with almost no assistance from the band. On the fourth hand, he did the same thing with Zwan and look how far that got.


Billy Corgan, please don't hire this man.

Making the rounds of the news agencies these days are hard hitting stories and undercover investigations into the lies of the Iraq Warm the scandal of our time. Why, for example, here is a story wherein Saddam Hussein's American guards tell us all about his many foibles and teenage crushes. Hard hitting news, indeed. Here's an except: He admires Ronald Reagan, says Bill Clinton was "OK", but believes that the two Bushes are 'no good', though he bears no lasting grudge. Until his guards gave him Doritos his favorite food was Cheetos and the souls of the innocent. One of the most damning revelations: Saddam Hussein hates Fruit Loops! Tucan Sam could not be reached for comment, but George W. Bush was quoted as saying, "Fruit Loops? I coulda sworeded he hated our freedoms."

Wondering why he likes Reagan so much? Oh, it's only because his administration fed Hussein intelligence, money, and weapons in its war with Iran in the 1980s. Weapons he later used on his own people. His favorite color is the red of a virgin's blood, his favorite television show is still Seinfeld, and his favorite celebrity is a tie between Goldie Hawn and Lil' Bow Wow. He expressed a dislike of the mole people but in the end decided 'they ain't so bad'. He described Justin Timberlake as 'dreamy' and expressed his deepest fantasy wherein Timberlake is lured to a rape-room in one of Hussein's former pleasure palaces for 'the time of his life'.
Blimpin' Report: After meeting the blimpin in Cincinatti, Adam is now somewhere outside of Boston. For the full adventure click here. As for us, we have a blimp cake from his going away party, and if you check the mp3 of the week you will find two blimpin' songs from his "Blimp Party Mix". Please enjoy, and share the blimp love.


Click for larger.

Check back Thursday for (possibly) more updates.
 
     

6/15/05
by exadore
 

Today's top story: the human race is doomed. Utterly doomed. What about hope, you say? Not enough in the entire world. What about love, you say? Too little, too late. What about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? No, simply no. What about the joy in a child's laugh on a bright spring day, when the breeze off the ocean cools your skin and makes you glad to be alive? That will not be enough to redeem us. What was it that so doomed humanity, you may ask? Was it our rape of the Earth? Our inhumanity towards other humans? Our fixation on making bears wear tutus and ride unicycles? Herpes? Janet Jackson's nipple? None of these things, fool. Death comes where you least expect it, because that very ocean that so cooled you on your bright spring day is the source of your own doom.


Like the mighty Rhinoceros, this specimen is unaware of his status as an endangered species.

I think you'd better sit down. Promise me you won't freak out. Ok … dolphins have started using tools. I know! We're so fucked now! Our dolphin overlords will rise from the depths of their liquid prison to finally claim their rightful place as the Lords of the Earth. Scientists have found that some dolphins have taken to using sponges. I know what you're thinking but no! Not to clean themselves! I know, those wetback dolphins are so creepy. They're not like us. Instead, they break off sponges and hold them over their mouths for protection as they poke for fish on the sea floor.


Meet your new oppressor.

Not only is it the first case of material culture in marine mammals but even worse, scientists believe that mother dolphins teach their children the technique. Researchers believe the sponge technique might have originated from a female that they think lived not too long ago who just came up with the technique on her own. I predict that within 15 years these dolphins will be teaching their children how to build automobiles and laser guns, while we teach our children how to pick cotton and farm fish for our new Blowhole Overlords. This pretty much sums up our fate.

The wit and wisdom of Mr. Donald Rumsfeld:

"There are things we know we know, and that's helpful to know you know something. There are things we know we don't know. And that's really important to know, and not think you know them, when you don't. But the tricky ones are the ones - the unknown unknowns - the things we don't know we don't know. They're the ones that can get you in a bucket of trouble."

Thank god we live in a country where this man is involved in the government, instead of wasting his great mind in a McDonald's service industry job. I just pray the dolphins are kind to him when they erradicate the government. I'd call that an unknown-unknown for sure.
A House of Representatives panel has recently voted to eliminate all public funding for National Public Radio (NPR) and the Public Broadcasting System (PBS). The bill has yet to reach the full House but would cut federal funding by 25% this year and eliminate it altogether within two years. You know what this means don't you? From now on PBS and NPR will only be annoying telethons. This is bad for a couple reasons, besides how irritating it will be: PBS is the only station on television that children can watch without being bombarded by 17 minutes of commercials in a 30-minute program.

Forget "Sesame Street," forget "Reading Rainbow," no more "Arthur", no more lesbian parents on "Postcards from Buster", say goodbye to those weird British comedies your grandparents are all into. They will now be replaced by annoying people begging you for money, forever. It'll be like bums on the street accosting you for a spare pair of pants so they can 'go to church on Sunday'. Yeah right, PBS, I know you're just going to take those pants and use them to buy whiskey for you and poor unemployed Big Bird. Get a fucking job!


PBS.

The FCC operates on the theory that the airwaves belong to the public at large. That's you and me. It's a public resource, even though it's rarely treated as such, which means that it should have some redeeming qualities and serve the community. That's why our tax dollars currently fund PBS and why they should continue too. They may not always serve the community, but at least they try. Look at "Mr. Rodgers' Neighborhood", I'd say that they served that community pretty well. Here's a petition from some public-television-loving liberals and stuff.
So funny story, apparently Michael Jackson never touched a child. He never even gave them alcohol. Who knew? In the wake of the trial, he has stated that he will 'change his lifestyle' by no longer allowing children to sleep in his bed with him. Now he'll just fuck them in the living room where Bubbles can watch. By the way, sleeping with babies is not exactly what I would call a 'lifestyle' so much as I would call it 'disgusting'. Just shows you how far celebrity and fame can get you--that's not a judgment on whether he did it or not, but based on the fact that if it was just some random dude facing the same charges he would probably be in prison right now.


Random dude, who may or may not have molested toddlers.

Immediately after leaving the courtroom, Jackson returned home with the intention of reorganizing his kiddie porn collection. On the other hand, he's also the guy who wrote Thriller, so fuck me. Sham on!


I'm a monster! Raaah!

After 8 years together as a band, Engine Down have decided to break up. The band was Lovitt Records' premier group before signing to Lookout! Records for their final self-titled album, a weak and self-conscious cross-over attempt. Before that though, the band forged a truly unique sound by pushing the edge of post-hardcore, early '90s emo, and beat-driven angst into new sonic territory. No reason was given for the breakup, although the crapitude of their last album maybe be reason alone. The band is going on one final tour though with Bella Lea (members of Denali, Joan Of Arc, and Pinebender) and Des_Ark. You can find dates here.
BBW is sorry to issue a retraction about last week's story regarding the disappearance of Fitness Celebrity John Basedow. According to his website Fitness Made Simple dot com, the story is simply a vicious rumor. I am astounded to find out that the Internet lied to me. We also retract the part about him being a cultural beacon of wonderful goodness. That wasn't true either. He's actually sort of a dick, always showing off his muscles and bragging about how fit and trim he is. God, I hope John Basedow gets hits by a tsunami tommorow.
 
 

6/15/05
by walt
 

Destiny's Child announced that they were breaking up to pursue solo projects.

Bornbackwards.com extends its deepest condolences to the one reader who might possibly give a shit.

Oh god! They're breaking up! Who's gonna sell the fruit and yogurt salad now? Think of the children for christ's saaaaaake! I mean, if this had happened something like 3 times before, maybe we'd be ready. Oh wait, it did. And we are.
On a happier note, Batman Begins opens today. Is it based on Frank Miller's Batman? Not really, but it's inspired by stories that used a similar approach, e.g. darker and more serious. Then again, we really didn't want a female robin with terrible hair and a batman who looks like he'd sport the old plumber's cleavage in his civilian clothes. So, we get a serious story, Christian Bale, Morgan Freeman, and Katie Holmes. Fuckin eh. Even better news: neither Jim Carrey nor Joel Schumacher were allowed within 400 yards of production.
Holy friggin crap, the news you've been waiting to hear for decades is finally here! Pink Floyd is reuniting for Live 8. And we're talking ALL of Pink Floyd. Rogers Waters has overcame his hatred of the Floyds in order to perform in front of thousands of yuppies and college pseudo hippies! Break out your knock-off Lance Armstrong bracelets, this one's gonna really rock the establishment! Unfortunately, early Floyd genius Syd Barret is still psychotic from '60s acid use and reports that he is not yet ready to leave Magictown where he spends his days dancing with rainbows and eating clouds.

Why didn't we think of this before? To overthrow the tyrannical governments of the world, we'll just set Pink Floyd up and let them play their one 4-hour long song until they crack? It'll be just like Waco!

Hold on, I've just been handed a memo...

WHAT?! You mean to tell me that Pink Floyd actually had multiple songs and they just happened to ALL sound the same?! Well then, I guess that's why it's never happened before. But really, Pink Floyd, work on that. No one makes painfully boring music like you do. Except maybe the Velvet Teen on "Elysium." No, wait, you win. Alot.
Hey, remember Whitewater? You know, that thing before Clinton got a beej. Well, all of the debts Clinton incurred because of that and the impeachment trial have finally been payed off.

Thus making it the second time he's successfully recovered a budget that Republicans FUCKED UP. His own budget that is.
Co-fuckup...er, Vice President Dick Cheney spoke in a recent interview on a non-partisan, hard-hitting, yet fair, balanced, and truthful, news network...haha, got ya, it was really Fox News...about Democratic Party Leader Howard Dean. Among other things, Cheney called Dean "over the top." He was also quoted as saying, "I've never been able to understand his appeal. Maybe his mother loved him, but I've never met anybody who does. He's never won anything, as best I can tell." I guess five-time Governor of Vermont doesn't count for anything after all.

This comes as a response to Dean calling Republicans pretty much a bunch of white Christians who have never had to work for anything in their life. You know, with as much as the Republican party does to hold back minorities, push a Christian agenda, and have all of our jobs filled by either illegal aliens or sent to another country all together, you would think "white Christians who have never had to work for anything in their lives" would be an amazing compliment. In fact, Dean bordered on being redundant by using those words in description of "Republican."

Honestly, I like Dean. I really wanted to see him turn all red in the debate and let out his war cry and bite off Bush's nose or something totally ridiculous. Instead we got tin man to run. Well, hindsight's 20/20, right?
Michael Jackson. Not guilty. Rabble rabble.

Sorry, it's apparently required for me to give a shit about this. If he did do it, you're a moron for sending your kids there. And I mean, everyone knows by now what's going on, I don't think he posses much of a threat to anyone aside from those kids who are severely neglected by their parents.

Though I will weigh in and say "wha?" to him being not guilty to giving kids wine when he pretty much said he did. But, every other outraged white male has been relentlessly citing that oversight for the past day or so and I'm trying not to be cliche. That's why I'm a indie musician writing for a niche internet zine. So nevermind I said anything.
 
 

6/08/05
by adam
 


As you may have noticed from the family friendly splash page Ryan posted up recently, I am going blimping. Blimping? What do you mean you are going blimping? What the hell does that mean? It means I am going blimping. I am joining the ground crew for the Sanyo blimp, following it around the country, making sure it lifts off and lands properly, and driving big trucks. I will live in hotels and out of the back of a trailer attached to a Ford F-350. I will have no home, no car, no bills, and no fucking accounting job.

I recently graduated from the University of Florida with a degree in Accounting that, if everything goes right, I will never ever use. If you read the business pages, you will note that accounting is today's hot job. It's sexy. If you tell a woman you are an accountant, within seconds you will have your penis in a vagina. You wouldn't believe how many times I've gotten laid with that line. They see the biz cas, and their panties are rendered transparent. I know what you're thinking, why would I give up this wonderful world of casual sex, fast cars, pyrotechnics, corporate scandal, and just plain fun?

Well, I'll tell you: because I am lying to you. None of that is true. You wake up at 5 am, drive at least an hour to the client, drink so much coffee you think your heart will explode, look at file after file after file of completely boring financial transactions or inventory lists, pretend you know what you are talking about, try to look busy while talking to friends online, and wishing you were outside running around or jumping in puddles. Then, after all that, you go out drinking with the other people your age who don't want to think of how great their life could be if they weren't holed up in a windowless room staring at the computer, bombarded with artificial light, making fun of all those poor Finance majors that couldn't cut it as accountants. Idiots!

So I gave the accounting world my final "fuck you," turned down a $46,000 job offer, and graduated with my Bachelors degree with no concrete plans for the future. I knew I wanted to travel. That was all. Then I saw the ad in the classified section of the local free newspaper:

"BLIMP GROUND CREW
Full time travel Some other stuff that I forgot
but was not very important"

Hmmm... blimps and travel, eh? It honestly started as a joke. I thought the ad was funny, so I called to see what it was about. When the guy told me what was involved, it sounded exactly like what I was looking for. I wanted to be paid to travel and not be stuck in an office and like an angel from heaven, the classifieds grew white wings and strummed a fucking metal harp right in my face. I don't believe in heaven or angels, so of course I was confused, but after a long, thoughtful conversation with the angel, I understood that he was just doing his job. A company out of Delaware hired him to pop into people's lives to create a sense of purpose and destiny. It helped to sell their bibles, which the angel would provide for $15.99 after his harp song ended. I didn't buy one, but I thanked him for stopping by just the same.

Anyway, I'm sick of writing about this right now, so long story short, I fly out to St. Louis on Wednesday and begin blimping. I will be in Boston soon, and then Canada sometime after that. Then I'm not really sure. If you see the Sanyo blimp in your town, I am probably somewhere nearby, eating some of the $120 worth of vegan jerky my friend Andrew brought for the road. Viva la blimp!


 
 

6/08/05
 

Turns out former Homeland Security chief Tom Ridge ain’t such a bad guy. Why the sudden change of opinion on our part? Well, it’s part of a change of attitude on his part. According to USA Today, Ridge has recently gone on the record as saying that the Bush Administration periodically put the USA on high alert for terrorist attacks even when he argued there was flimsy evidence to justify raising the threat level. The article also describes his disagreements with administration officials who wanted to elevate the threat level to orange, or "high" risk of terrorist attack and who could and did overrule him.

So remember whenever Bush had some nascent scandal brewing and a terror alert would pop up out of nowhere? Or how about during the campaign, whenever John Kerry would get a little further ahead in the polls and, oh no, nevermind that, you need to look out for terrorists! Remember when BBW told you that the Bush Administration was callously and cynically using the ridiculous color-alert system to distract people from what was really going on? And you thought were just being jaded. What? On no, turquoise alert! Give me some ducktape quick! I am freaking out!


The boy who was forced by prevailing circumstances and the structure of the US government to cry wolf.

Ridge, who resigned Feb. 1 for what are now obvious reasons, said Tuesday that he wanted to refute the popular idea that he and his agency were responsible for raising the terror alerts at politically convenient times. It’s ok Ridge, here’s a biscuit. By the way, dear BBW reader? Were you aware that the country is on orange alert right now, and has been since December … of 2003! Of course you didn’t, because the terror alert system is a goddamn sham, a tool of political convenience that people have learned not to pay any attention.

So what happens when there’s a real threat? Just look at all these potential targets! Babies will fall from the sky! Alligators will weep! We will be forced to never forget! Puppies will die! Flags will appear on automobiles! Only ducktape, plastic sheeting, and Jesus Christ himself can save you now!
Ever seen Wes Anderson’s The Life Aquatic? Then you’re probably aware that the best part of the whole movie is Seu Jorge, star of City of God, singing David Bowie songs in Portuguese. Not only does it change the whole tone of the tones, but Jorge’s spare rending of the songs on acoustic guitar gives them a bouncy bossanova or brazilia flavor. It’s basically why you would buy The Life Aquatic soundtrack. Well now Jorge is preparing to release a full record. Cru, which translates as ‘Raw’, is the title of his debut album due this September on Wrasse Records. Expect songs about Brazilian slums and children shooting each other ... sort of combining his roles from The Life Aquatic and City of God. What remarkable range! Look for a US tour in support of the album. Click here for more info.
You guys hear about Deep Throat yet?! Turns out it was Linda Lovelace all along. Who knew?
It seems that in the US we can’t even get any gun control reform passed. Part of it is the Second Amendment; part of it is that Charleston Heston is stark, raving mad, but nonetheless still sort of a badass; and part of it is that we will in a nation of redneck hicks like Larry the Cable Guy, Timothy McVeigh, Martha Stewart, and Paris Hilton, who take better care of their guns then they do their own chil’dun. In Great Britain not only are guns outlawed but even the police don’t carry them. I’m not endorsing that position, that’s just how it is. However, some people would have you believe that because of the restrictive gun laws instituted in 1997, Britain’s violent crimerate exploded. It did, but it was largely a product of the late ‘90s, probably unrelated to gun control, which since the turn of the century has fallen back down to 1992 levels.

Now members of the British Medical Journal are calling for ‘long, pointy knife control’. I’m not kidding. The editorial, "Reducing knife crime: We need to ban the sale of long, pointed kitchen knives," notes that knives are being used to stab people as well as roasts and the odd tin of Spam. They said that they interviewed 10 chefs in England--a huge sample I must say--and that "none gave a reason why the long, pointed knife was essential." However, they did proclaim short, pointed knives to be extremely useful--to stab people as well as roasts and the odd tin of Spam. You don’t say.

The Daily Express, a London tabloid: "Britain is in the grip of knives terror - [a] third of murder victims are now stabbed to death." Wayne LaPierre, executive vice president of the National Rifle Association, asked, "Are they going to have everybody using plastic knives and forks and spoons in their own homes, like they do in airlines?"

For once I agree with the NRA. I think my cortex might burst with all the cognitive dissonance. For once, I agree with Larry the Cable Guy. Give me my long, pointy knives or give me death! As Peter Hamm, a spokesman for the Brady Campaign to Prevent Gun Violence, which actually supports gun control, said, "Can sharp stick control be far behind?" I personally interviewed 10 cavemen who informed me that indeed sharp sticks were extremely useful for poking people ... to death!
Ever wanted to see two Koreans in a salsa dancing competition dressed up as Chun-li and Ryu from Street Fight II? Well then, you’ve got some really bizarre issues. Well, here it is anyways you sick, disgusting pervert. Don’t strain yourself trying to get your jollies, remember that you can always play it again and again and again. Weirdo.
Fitness Celebrity and Television Personality, John Basedow--he of the fabulous biceps and video exercise regiments--is still missing in Phuket, Thailand in the wake of the Tsunami last December. He is feared dead. Our culture, nay our world, is that much dimmer for his loss, a hollow echo of past glories when we knew who we were and were led by one so fearless and bold as Fitness Celebrity John Basedow.


God bless you sir.

You may have noticed our new splash. Adam is going blimpin', he is leaving this weekend. He's an old friend, a former roommate, and one of BBW's first writers. While he plans to continue contributing when and where he can, this will be the last time for the forseeable future that we will be doing this together from the same town. He's a hell of a (weird) guy and I wish him luck.
 
 

5/25/05
 

Let's all thank the Republicans for condescending to allow us to keep the filibuster. Checks and balances are sooo 1775, buts its nice to know we still sort of have them, maybe. But just you wait until there's vacancy on the Supreme Court: the only thing on Fox News for seven days straight will be Senator Bill Frist threatening to remove the filibuster again and Senator Rick Santorum throwing around Hitler references and comparing Senate Democrats to the Nazi occupiers of France. Responsible politicians are sooo 1932.

What was the compromise you ask? Well according to various newspaper reports it was brokered by a collection of Senate "moderates, mavericks and senior statesmen", which honestly sounds a lot like the description I give of my Advanced Dungeons and Dragons crew. Senator John McCain was a chief architect of the compromise and is also a level 7 Orc-Slayer when he plays with us on Saturday nights. Democrats agreed to stop blocking the vote on three of President Bush's most controversial nominees in exchange for preserving the filibuster.

This includes Janice Rogers Brown of California who will be joining the Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia Circuit. Justice Brown has called the New Deal a "socialist revolution" and praised a series of early 20th-century Supreme Court decisions that struck down worker health and safety laws because they 'infringed on the rights of business.' She also once wrote a dissent in which she claimed that ordering a rental car company manager to stop calling Hispanic employees by racial slurs and epithets was a violation of that company's right to free speech.

The Fourth of July is coming up and I suggest that we celebrate our right to free speech all day long by beating up and lynching any of those worthless fucking wetbacks we can find on our American soil. The judiciary approves!

The moderate Republicans who brokered the deal have agreed to allow the Democrats to block two other nominees but warned that the filibuster should now only be used in an undefined set of 'extraordinary circumstances'. And yes they absolutely did condescend to make the compromise: Bill Frist has said that "bad faith and bad behavior" would force him to bring back the so-called 'nuclear option' to remove the filibuster. Thanks dad.
Crying While Eating is a den of sadistic delights. It contains far too many captivating videos of people both crying and/or eating. A pasta salad? Perhaps. A tuna casserole? Maybe. Hopeless weeping and bleak sobs? Most definitely. Your eyes will be transfixed and your sick mind will do a jig of celebration at these people's abjection.
Is it ok for me to say yet that I don't support the troops? In the wake of the war even dissenters were rushing to assure us that they supported the troops. Well you know what? I think the troops have just about used up their good will. I mean come on now: Abu Graib, Guantanimo Bay, Batram Air Force base in Afghanistan, all the other prison abuse cases that haven't been picked up by the America media at all; leaked photos of political prisoners like Saddam Hussein being taken in clear violation of the Geneva Conventions; recruitment scandals in which recruiters helped a high-school dropout forge a diploma and pass a drug test; the Pat Tillman cover up wherein the Army lied to his family and the American public by manufacturing a heroic story and funeral knowing full well that the former football player was killed by friendly fire.

If people really supported the troops there wouldn't be recruiting losses every month since the war started. If people really supported the troops they wouldn't be dying on foreign soil in a questionable and irresponsible, if not illegal, war based on lies and innuendo that's still so far from victory that top military brass have publicly stated their doubts! If people really supported the troops they would buy more blue-camouflage magnetic ribbons to put over the gas tank of their monstrous gas-pissing Sport Utility Vehicles. I hope you flip.

First person to email me and tell me why I'm wrong gets a free Bornbackwards mix CD of obscurities and new/old favorites. Be sure to use the word 'motherfucker' several times. And remember kids, politics are soooo 2004.
 
     

5/11/05
 


Check out our new feature: a review of the recent Olivia Tremor Control reunion in Athens, Georgia by new writer Amira. You can access it by clicking here or finding the handy little button of it on the right.


Welcome back to our continuing coverage of dun dun DUN Scandal … At … Abu Graib!!!! [insert flashy news graphic and dark classical music] We here at Fox News are dedicated to bringing you all the latest scoops and every bit of salacious and irrelevant information our news oompa-loompas can divine from the entrails of goats. Check out the latest scoops and surreal soap opera revelations on this edition of dun dun DUN Scandal … At … Abu Graib!!!! [insert flashy news graphic and dark classical music]



This is our sweet news graphic. It is dramatic and covered with stars, as any shame upon our nation should be.


Lynndie England, the retarded dwarf with a heart of gold that America came to love following the release of the Abu Ghraib pictures, has had her guilty plea in the case denied. See, the guilty plea would have meant leniency from the court, with England spending a minimum of 30 months in prison. In order to be guilty though, the court had to believe that England knew what she was doing was wrong, but her former lover Private Charles Graner, who is now serving 10 years in prison on related charges, ruined her plea by testifying that he had ordered England to lead prisoners around on a dog leash. The thumbs up however, was her own brilliant idea.

That's only the start of the fun, really. Seven months ago, England had Graner's son. But in April, Graner was married to Megan M. Ambuhl, another defendant in the abuse scandal who has been discharged from the army. Until a few days before her trial began, England did not know of the marriage at all, or of three restraining orders brought by Graner's former wife, whom he admitted to dragging around by the hair after she had him arrested in 2001. And that's why he decided to fight in Iraq, to protect his freedom to drag around unruly bitches by their scalps -- and the freedom to sleep with two ugly hoes at the same time. Check it out: while in Iraq, Graner was apparently sleeping on-and-off with both England and Ambuhl. Oh no he didn't!!

But the fun's only just beginning! Abu Ghraib turned out to be a pretty sweet frat house, after all. Graner was demoted after being caught in the women's bunks several times, sexing up England, Ambuhl, and several capybaras. Apparently, the picture taking wasn't anything new either: Just after receiving orders to go to Iraq in February 2003, Graner and England and another soldier had a final party in Virginia Beach where they drank heavily and took pictures of themselves exposing their genitalio and genitalia over the head of an unconscious friend. England and Graner also made a tape of themselves having sex, which when it finally leaks in 2007 will outsell both the Paris Hilton and the Tommy-Pamela sex tapes combined, launching England into a new career as a star of bondage/S&M/midget porn. The pictures of Abu Ghraib inmates masturbating? Those were England's birthday gift from Graner, who is obviously a hopeless romantic.



Capybaras are both the world's largest rodent and incredibly sexy.

Lest you doubt the debt of romance that Graner inspires, here is a stunningly deep and stirringly passionate email written just after Christmas 2003 from Ambuhl to Graner (while he was still boning England, of course): "I was missing u too. When I heard your voice coming up the stairs, it made me happy and kinda nervous too (good nervous)." It gets better, and less intelligent: in April she sent him another email with an article headlined, "Study Finds Frequent Sex Raises Cancer Risk." She added, "We could have died last night." After such a torrid and meaningful romance it should come as no surprise that when they were wed another man had to stand in for Private Graner because he had begun serving his sentence and Ms. Ambuhl, as an admitted co-conspirator, is forbidden to see him. How dreamy!
If anyone likes the Gorillaz, I have a sheet of promotional decals for their forth-coming album. Nothing big, but first person to email me with a paragraph about a gorilla will win it. GO!
Look for the debut full-length by Medications, Your Favorite People All in One Place, on Dischord this June 13th. You'll recall that Medications are basically picking up where Faraquet left off five years ago. You'll also recall that Faraquet fucking ruled. Anyone who likes their rock music brainy and spastic will shit their beds when this baby hits. And lets be honest, who doesn't like their rock brainy and spastic, besides your dad and frat guys and pop-punk kids and nu-metal douchers and wiggers and most everyone who ever listened to rock music over the last 50 years? Here's a review of their EP--try not to stain those Star Wars Episode III sheets your mom bought you, big guy.
This is not me.
In other Dischord news, we have a ton of new information of the illicit activities of the mysterious former members of Black Eyes. As near as I can tell, we are the only zine on this here internet that's reporting this news, and its only because when I listen to either of Black Eyes' two albums I spontaneously and simultaneously ejaculate from my mouth, penis, and heart all at once. I also have a very serious medical condition, so the two might not actually be related, but I like to pretend they are. Because I love Black Eyes.

Thanks for letting me get on a tangent there, dickhole. ANYWAYS--Ruffian records is getting ready to release the Equinox EP, which features Hugh from Black Eyes and Saran from AKA Harlot #1. Recorded in 2000 and 2001, the EP also features guest appearances by future Black Eyes members Mike, Dan, and Jacob. According to Ruffian, "Elements of Funk, Dub, Dancehall, Hip Hop, Punk, Haitian Percussion, Soul, and minimal Pop combine on this 3 song EP." That's a lot of styles for three songs, and if Hugh's previous work is any indication, it will be a gloriously insane mishmash that only makes sense in its own context. Ruffian is also planning an EP with Hugh's new project Hand Fed Babies. No word yet on what they sound like. At all.

Additionally, the band Horses that features 3/5s of Black Eyes has changed their name due to legal troubles. See, first there was a folk rock band that's touring with Iron and Wine called Horses. Then it turns out there was a Horses from the 1960s featuring future Miami Vice star Don Johnson sans his white jacket and black sidekick. It sure is popular for one of the worst band names I've heard since the legendary Year 2000, when we officially entered the 'future'. Can't we get something progressive and more in step with the times -- like 'Future Horses' or 'Equestrian Dream' or 'Robo-Ponies' or … something. So, the former Horses (the ex-Black Eyes one) is now known as Black At It. Perhaps in reference to their old band name? Only the gods know the true answer to this most puzzling of mysteries. In case you're wondering, I saw Black At It (then known as Horses III) in DC around Christmas time and yes, they sound similar to the first Black Eyes album in a very, very good way.


My Little Robo-Pony.


In case you're wondering about the other 2/5s of Black Eyes -- and I'm sure no one but me and a couple other diehard fans do -- they have relocated to the West Coast. After briefly fronting a reportedly psycho and totally improvisational free-jazz/noise-rock outfit called White Flight, they are in the process of forming Water Wolves and now describe themselves as hippies. If that wasn't worrying enough, the name comes from summer blockbuster/flop The Day After Tommorow. With hope their music will sound nothing like wolves prowling through an abandoned ship in the middle of frozen New York City, because anyone who has seen the movie can attest that that sound would be the sound of slow sucking. Also, before Water Wolves has even been fully-formed, one of its member has an ambient/drone/doom sideproject known as Earthen Sea that is self-releasing a three-song, 45-minute EP.

Don Johnson rules.
Floating Logos are incredibly creepy. By simply removing the poles from corporate signs, it reveals them as omnipotent floating eyes. Always watching, always judging. Just like dear old mom. Shudder.
 
 

5/11/05
by paul
 

Someone threw a dead grenade right next to President Bush while he was visiting the country of Georgia espousing the greatness of democracy, freedom, and all those different concepts he likes to play mix and match with during his 8-year-fun time. I, for one, am grateful.

See, let me explain how things would go here: Step 1: President is unable to competently fulfill his duties or leaves office, the Vice President steps in. Dick Cheney, aka - Lord of Evil and former CEO of Halliburton (which is recognized by spell check, evidence of its wide-spread influence and unending power), is our Vice President. Dick Cheney has recently been accused of keeping information that would possibly incriminate him for an offense that would see him out of office. Yet, of course, an appeals court headed by Bush appointees has backed up the fact that a Vice President can use the legal system to withhold documents that might be self-incriminating. Hey, I would be screaming Watergate too, if I weren't sadly aware of the fact that sometime between then and now the media castrated itself and started sucking on the teat of "ye mediocre sitcom" and "thy olde meaningless cat news story of lore."

Anyway, Cheney would be our president. Not exactly a beaming change. Well lets just say he were out of the picture, then what happens. That's right, the presidency goes to the Speaker of da House. Aww shit, you know Dennis Hastert gonna front on that shit. If you're waiting for this to get any better it won't. Here's an order of successors that's sure to make you be glad Bush spends most of his time brainstorming... vacationing... well whatever that dude does at his ranch and not out in public where, well, he could have a grenade lobbed at him.

President Pro Tempore of the Senate - Ted Stevens, AL (R)

Secretary of State - Condoleezza Rice, Crazy/Beautiful

Secretary of the Treasury - John Snow, Economic Theorist Relic

Secretary of Defense - Donald Rumsfeld, Bad Bad Man.

Attorney General - Alberto Gonzales, "What's worse, freedom or an Arab? No, that's not the beginning of a bad joke. Well, it is in the unintentional kind of way."

Secretary of the Interior - Gale Norton, Woman

Secretary of Agriculture - Mike Johanns, Name Not Recognized by Spellcheck

Secretary of Commerce - Carlos Gutierrez, Corporate Whore

Secretary of Labor - Elaine L. Chao, Modern Day Token

Secretary of Health - Michael O. Leavitt, At Least I'm a White Republican Male.

Secretary of Housing - Alphonso Jackson, "What do you Mean 'Low Income'?"

Secretary of Transportation - Norman Y. Mineta, Token Clinton Holdover

Secretary of Energy - Samuel W. Bodman, "What do you Mean by 'Enron' anyway?"

Secretary of Education - Margaret Spellings, Voucher Spinner

Secretary of Veterans Affairs - Jim Nicholson, Titles Don't Mean Shit Sometimes

In the end, as the only way to comfort an altered Mr. Bush was, in a rare show of public affection, a nice crotch rub from Laura "Plain and Dull as Can Be" Bush. Find the picture on your own, but it's out there.
 
 

4/28/05
by paul
 

You went to Vietnam, lost your mind, and were abandoned by the US military and society upon return. What to do? Re-incorporate yourself into society? Go insane? Become destitute and homeless? No, you wait 30 years for Jane Fonda to write her biography and go on a book signing tour. Then after waiting in line for 90 minutes you gather all your pent up resentment and spit on the bitch.

At least that's what Michael Smit decided to do. Apparently Fonda's recent visit in 1972 to Vietnam, which garnered her the name "Hanoi Jane," really upset Mr. Smit, and what better way to misdirect your hostility than by spitting on the woman who has gone on to regret and apologize for her "lapse of judgment" and "betrayal." Meanwhile, the rest of the United States still thinks Vietnam vets are out of their minds. Good job?
Remember how a few weeks ago Commander Supreme W nominated Michael, eh John Bolton, long time critic and opponent of the UN, as the, um, US ambassador to the UN? Well surprisingly enough Republican Senators on the approval committee have reservations about Bolton's qualifications for the position, therefore complicating his approval and holding up a full Senate vote on his nomination. See, the political apparatus is actually working. Who would have suspected?

Apparently though, this whole "checks and balances" thing is sort of bothering Commander Supreme. In frustration at the continual delay of the committee vote, Bush made a public statement asking the Senate to "put aside politics" and confirm the son of a bitch already... wait? Ok, sorry, I was double checking my sources. W, a politician, did, in fact, ask the Senate, a group of elected politicians making up the legislative branch of the government, a political institution in charge of voting on political nominations, to "put aside politics" when voting on his political appointment in a classic political use of the presidential "bully pulpit," a political term. God damn all these political games being played out in politics! It's disgusting, really.
Hey, remember that time in kindergarten and Melissa refused to take part in a math lesson? Then when the teacher kept insisting, she started throwing a fit, grabbed some papers off the bulletin board and threw them on the floor. Remember how she was kicking and screaming in childish refusal when the assistant principle finally dragged her to the principles office to wait for her mom? Oh man that was so funny, especially when the teacher called the cops on her because she kept on being a big 5-year-old baby? Man, can you imagine how silly she felt when the 3 officers finally managed to calm her down and sit down and then simultaneously proceeded to pin her to the floor and handcuff her while she screamed and cried in total and absolute fear and then made her sit in the back of squad car for an hour while they waited for her mom to come by? Oh man it was hilarious!

If this story doesn't sound familiar to you just wait about 20 years, because apparently this is how things go now a days. At least that's what an unnamed 5-year-old student at a St. Petersburg, Florida elementary school found out last week as she was all but taken to the station and booked for disturbing the peace when she acted up and threw what is commonly known as a "childish tantrum." And really, what better way to reward her calming down than by arresting the little fucking criminal? Bag 'em up.
Well Germany is at it again. First the holocaust and the Jews, now the toads. But this time, they must be using biological manipulation to make their victims into weapons. Two birds with one stone? It all started with the sudden physical explosion of thousands of toads in the Altona district of Hamburg. German scientists are declaring the cause of the shocking events as a "mysterious illness." Yea, I bet. Recent reports document the exploding toads' unchecked advance into Denmark. The original site of the explosions has now been dubbed "the death pond," which I'm guessing is a modern day euphemism for "concentration camp." The frogs operate by first coming out of the pond onto land, swelling up to three times their size, and promptly exploding, with shrapnel flying within a one meter radius. Must we watch in silence again?
HarperCollins recently announced that they will be publishing President Ronald Reagan's diaries written during his tenure in office. Supposedly Reagan wrote daily entries and as such makes them the "the most detailed presidential diaries in America's history." How much do you want to bet every other entry is "Holy shit, first B-movie actor, now President? Life is good." Other entries consist of "Man, why Russia gotta front so hard," "So I confused Grenada with spittle on the map again," "I wonder if the poor actually have genitalia," and "Is that thing on Gorbachev's head really a treasure map?"

In other news, conservative think tanks recently declared Reagan to have been the most un-American of all past presidents, due to his strong reaction against the credo of "never forget" in his final years. Ouch.

Just washing up.

His name is Johnny Fortune. He resides in a South African prison and prefers to clean himself in the industrial washer he operates instead of the common showers. Do not, I repeat, do not fuck with this man. His name is Johnny Fortune.

 
 

4/28/05
by adam
 

America, we stand as one, at least that's what Dennis Madalone wants you to think. He sounds sincere, but his name says it all: Madalone. Mad, alone. He is mad, alone, and pissed off. He's also a liar, because he knows he only stands as one when he is by himself, and if you add more people to that, it is no longer one, therefore, he thinks he is America and is even crazier than I thought five seconds ago.In fact, I bet his life as a stuntman for Star Trek saw his lunacy and raised him seven dementias.

As usual, I'm not sure what that means, but his music video has a wave that looks like the American flag, and he is knee deep in good old American "fuck you" pride. He even has filmmakers throwing eagles in the air as if to say, "Hey, here are some eagles because America has eagles in it." You need to watch this music video!

And let's not forget the fact that a rainbow pierces a cloud that houses firemen, Marines, Navy men... and homosexuals. Why else would there be a rainbow? God made rainbows (homosexuals) to hold back the rain. They eventually grew in population and their vast numbers were not needed to hold back the rains after violent thunderstorms, so they came down to the earth to join our society. Just like firemen and Marines and the Navy, homosexuals are the heroes of September 11th. They also didn't bring AIDS with them, as we originally thought, they just weren't careful because they didn't know any better, spending all those long days and nights and years holding rain in the clouds. AIDS came from the exploiters of the homosexuals who extracted the terrible virus from exploding frogs. They were very prevalent in the days when homosexuals began their long, sad journey to the earth, and disappeared shortly after, but they have returned, with a bang, if you will. Paul "called" the toad story, so he got really mad when he saw that I mentioned the toads, but then he got over it when he realized that Ryan likes it when our news interrelates. Paul blows Ryan sometimes. I got over that phase years ago when I realized he didn't really love me.
But seriously, guys, there is some real news happening in the world, and I am going to catch it in my magical net of internet journalism.

It looks like Ryan's rant on the Loonatics got through to someone. That someone is 11 year old Thomas Adams who started an online petition to save our Looney Tunes, which grew and grew and grew so large that Marvin the Martian could see it from his Mars base!

The real story here, however, is CNN.com's disgusting attempts at wit in their more insignificant stories, like this one. Here's an example: "Eleven-year-old Thomas Adams thought Warner Bros. had gone daffy when he saw the company's plans for a new cartoon called "Loonatics," based on Bugs Bunny and his Looney Tunes pals." Gone daffy!! Haha! Just like the cartoon character in Looney Tunes! Speaking of which: "In the words of Daffy Duck, he found them 'dethh-picable.'" Oh man! Where do they get this stuff? Oh, from the Looney Tunes, I get it now. Th-th-th-that's all folks! For this story at least!!!! GOD I LOVE PORKY PIG I MEAN SPORKY PYGGZZZZZFUTUREEEEESS.

I caught one! I caught one! Let's catch another!
On a more serious note, people hate Maggie Gyllenhaal for stating the opinion that America is "is responsible in some way" for the events of September 11th (a 21st century euphemism for "you know, that time the terrorists really fucked our shit up"). She also said that September 11th was ""an occasion to be brave enough to ask some serious questions about America's role in the world. Because it is always useful as individuals or nations to ask how we may have knowingly or unknowingly contributed to this conflict. Not to have the courage to ask these questions of ourselves is to betray the victims of 9/11."

No, Maggie, you fucking hippie faggot. Don't question our role in the world; we know our role. We're here to fucking eat hamburgers, pay bottom dollar for slave labor, and, fuck, where's my fucking beer? Ah, there it is. Where was I? Oh yeah, you're a dyke….

Sorry, the red states got on my computer for a minute there. Anyway, I agree with Maggie, and I have noticed that every time I mention something like, "Yeah, you know, 9/11 was terrible, but we've, you know, done our fair share of killing people in other countries who didn't deserve to die," someone replies with something about how we had our reasons and it was necessary and "we can't always be right," which is exactly the point, but it just doesn't register to them, even though they just said it. I basically can't communicate with people and I'm surprised anyone reads this at all. See that? I can't even finish a thought.

I have two now!! I am going to pin them to a board and watch them die!
In a suburb of Baltimore, a herd of buffalo ran away and were herded into a nearby tennis court. "There was an unusual happening going on at the tennis courts and they weren't playing doubles," said one witty resident named Jess Terhat. I have just made the worst joke of my BornBackwards career. Insert editor's note here. If one doesn't show up, we'll all know that Ryan really wanted to add one. [editor's note: I did not]

I was about to write a line about how it was in his nature to write editor's notes just like chicken nuggets were in his nature, but it wasn't that funny, though it did make me pretty hungry for a sandwich or something. [editor's note: chicken nuggets are so delicious, their smell hangs in the air hours after I eat them, tempting me, always tempting me for more] The only problem is that it is 1 o'clock in the morning and it's bad to eat late at night. [editor's note: a myth]

So today I ran a couple errands and almost bought this really cute shirt from Target. It was like, striped, XL kids shirt that fit really well, but I just wasn't really sure about the color scheme so I decided not to waste six bucks. I think it was a wise decision… Oh shit, I thought this was LiveJournal for a second, my badly.
I only have collected three jars of news, so I am done collecting stories. I'm sure I'll find a use for these somewhere in my adventures. I leave you with this, the lyrics to America We Stand As One: never mind, I can't copy and paste them because his website is an abomination. He could take some advice from Thomas, and they could band together to form a powerhouse of American drive, determination, and creativity. The Ameritoons are coming soon to a TV near you. Here is the preliminary sketch:


Ameritoons: coming soon. Click for larger, because larger is always more funny.


 
 

4/20/05
 

Nazi pope! Nazi pope! Thank god almighty for doing his good work, it's been far too long since we had a Nazi pope. So the College of Cardinals (Goooooo Cardinals!) picked a new pope this morning while I was jerking off in my 2'x2' shower. I'm a very successful and productive person. Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger, formerly John Paul II's right hand man, has been selected as the new pope--or if you're a conspiracy theorist, as the new antichrist. Much to my disappointment his pope name is not George Ringo I, but the rather benign Benedict XVI. Psssh, way to stand out from the crowd Ratzinger, there's already been XVI other Benedicts. Christ! (get it?)

Ratzinger is the 265th pope. That's more popes than years I've been alive. But here's the best part, he used to be a member of the Hitler Youth! And then he was a member of the German Army during the war. Isn't that fantastic?! Of course he was never an official member of the Nazi party but still ... the man was in the Hitler Youth! Here's my favorite part: according to John Allen, a journalist and biographer of Ratzinger, seeing fascism in action led him to believe the best antidote for political totalitarianism was ecclesial totalitarianism. In other words, he believes the Catholic Church furthers human freedom by restricting freedom in its internal life. Oh good, a Nazi pope.


A very Nazi Christmas!

During his time in office as a cardinal, Ratzinger moved to stamp out liberation theology, a strain of Catholic thought from the 1960s that emphasized grass-roots organization to combat poverty. He has helped to relocate priests caught in child molestation scandals, and personally enforced church silence on all sexual indiscretions. Ratzinger is also supposed to be the author of a leaked memorandum from last year that laid out the terms under which communion could be denied to any politician supporting abortion. Just for example, let's say ... maybe John Kerry? Hurray for Nazi pope!

He's also known as "The Grand Inquisitor" because of his position as head of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, which before 1908 was known to young and old alike as the Holy Office of the Inquisition. I'm feeling quite Nazi pope today, and you? You'll recall the last Nazi pope was Pius XII, who has been accused of complicity in the holocaust. It's good to have the old team back together again. On the bright side, Ratzinger's 78 and he'll be up in heaven with Hitler soon enough.
In related news…
Much like Jesus, Pope John Paul II is being reborn. But not as a deity--as a Columbian comic book character! Get this, John Paul will now be known as the Incredible Pope Man--or as they say in Columbia and at the Sea Monster, 'HomoPater'. John Paul will be an awesome superhero fighting evil with the help of his anti-devil cape, special chastity pants, faith staff, holy water, communion wine, pope-mobile, and baterangs. Here's the best part, in the first issue HomoPater meets Superman and Batman who teach him how to use his super powers to fight Satan. Shouldn't it be the other way around?



For some reason Pope Man wears a karate outfit. He practices at the dojo down the street from me because everyone knows Satan can't handle a swift karate chop.


THIS JUST IN! Terri Schiavo is, in fact, still dead.
Get yo phat hip-hop jewelry from Iced Out Gear dot com! Not only do they have custom made 'pimp cups' (made of plastic and cheap rhinestones and presumably intended for to keep your 'pimp juice' (aka semen) in), they also have 'hip-hop watches' shaped like spinning rims. I shit you not, my friend. Checking out their further selection you'll also see that they have 'hip-hop' earrings, which are presumably just regular diamond earrings with more funky fresh flow or something or that nature. Super fly! The best thing though is that they have LED belt buckles that scroll selected messages across your crotch. You will really stand out in da club with one of these bad boys, in fact you'll be the most annoying person there!
Tom DeLay is a slimey fuckbag. I hope him and the Nazi pope are very happy together. Here's footage of the DeLay in action.
Speaking of stupid accessories, this is just fucking sick! Masks to make women look like living anime characters! There is so much wrong with that, and so much hot with it, that I don't even think I need to explain to you, dear Nazi pope reader. Oh soulless anime woman of my dreams, you are finally made flesh and I can at last make sweet torture-love to my fantasy monster. Come to me ... Coooome...


Japan is on a mission to raise the life quality of all perverts everywhere. I thank them.

 
 

4/20/05
by paul
 

General Motors has reported a net loss of $1.1 billion in the first three months of 2005. GM blames either lower sales of their SUV-heavy line up of vehicles in the face of rising US gas prices, or the cost of employee healthcare. It’s totally the healthcare guys, you should drop that and design another 12 mpg ten seater off-road vehicle designed for people with a large family of 3 that could not possibly fit in a station wagon. Factory workers and their families don’t need to be seeing doctors anyway, right?

For the same time period Ford reported their profits have fallen 40% to $1.2 billion for the first quarter. They also blame sales as well as rising prices for raw materials. You know, I always thought that part of being successful in a company involes, oh you know, adapting to a changing market? Maybe if you stopped making 2 ton vehicles for people that just want, lets say, a car that will efficiently get them through their daily commute and whose gas tank only take $18 to fill instead of $57, you would be bringing in profits.

Maybe GM and Ford could be like “Yea, we blame losses and lower profits on us not running our own company efficiently.” No no, what am I saying??? Its health care and wage raises in third world countries mining for raw material, it’s your fault our company fucking sucks you goddamn poor people! Fuck you for being the proverbial anchor around our collective neck. The proverbial poor anchor.
It was recently brought to my attention that some people have been annoyed at my “massive” influx of “left-wing” politics to the news section. Apparently people do not like laughing. Yea, I’m going there. Conservatives are not funny. At all. Really, name me one funny comedian. Anne Coulter doesn't count because she is not actually trying to be so full of hilarity it makes your sides ache ... now this may shatter your world folks, but she's actually for real. Oh how about Dennis Miller, you say? Well fancy that, just the example I was going to use. God I love it when my inner dialogue coincides with itself. Anyway, yes, Dennis Miller was funny ... when he was a liberal. Ok, maybe then he wasn’t hilarious, but he was at least tolerably funny. “Oh but he got his own (CANCELLED) HBO show after he turned Republican.” Fuck you, have you seen that shit? If he still had that show he would have a segment where he points at a slide of the new Pope and goes “Wow, talk about old.” Haha you’re right he IS still funny. Now the dude talks on a football show. Go comedy, snore.

Ok, so I’m taking it too far. Conservatives are funny. But in that laugh at them kind of way. Which brings me back to Coulter, as it always does, and hearing her call Democrats racist (only about 60 years too late) and say that she’s friends with Al Frankin. What a gas! Or see “fair and balanced” O’Riley in his “no spin zone” when he cuts off the mic of a guest he disagrees with. Amusing! Or have Rush Limbaugh rant endlessly against drug addict welfare leeches and then find out he has a pain killer addiction and at one point collected unemployment. Boffo! Or see Bush speak in public, ever. Quite Comical! Or realize that our vice-president was the CEO of a company that was contracted by the government to take control of oil operations and then overcharged the government that is paid for by the middle and lower classes that received no tax cuts from a president that gave corporations and the ultra-rich millions. Hilarious! Run-on sentence! So funny I’m going to go shit my own brains out now, excuse me.

And if you don’t like my politics, you probably fuck your own daughter.
On the other side of the daughter-fucking political spectrum, Adam’s rant last week sucked.
Were you aware that at one point Monsanto sued a dairy company for advertising the fact that their products were hormone free? Apparently it created competition for other hormone-using dairy companies which in turn could potentially hurt sales of the hormone for Monsanto. Now that my brains have been shit out this makes perfect sense! Next up, diet soda becomes illegal and Monsanto becomes the US government. Apocalypse, here I come. This site (Open letters to president Bush) is hilarious. Mainly because it mentions Rapture, and not that shitty band you used to listen to.
Speaking of which, the Fiery Furnaces’ lyrics aren’t “crazy” or “funny.” They are stupid. Just like having a Sparks craze 6 months after the rest of the world did and you made fun of them for it. Post-trend trendiness is not trendy. It is gay, and not in the good having-sex-in-the-ass kind of way.
“Oh but where’s the news this time?” “What’s he doing?” “Why’s he so angry?” Hey, remember that time when you wrote for this website and had artistic liberty? Yea neither can I, so back off my soapbox pedestal and go fuck yourself. Oh shit, I’m sorry, am I too angry? Well are three of your ex-girlfriends pregnant or with child from another man? That’s what I thought, scum-bag. Am I impotent?
So in Richland County, North Dakota. Hah, that’s the punchline.

Ok, but really, the Richland County Sheriff's Department recently completed training their newest Lady team member less than a month ago. Suddenly, on April 12th while in the squad car, she delivered a baby, and then another, and another. Finally she ended up deliver a total of 10 baby puppies. Oh yea, she was a dog in the K9 unit.

One month and already on maternity leave? What a bitch!
And on that true and tired punch-line, fuck the Pope. I’m out.
 
 
4/20/05
by adam
 

Today in the news, something happened and it was probably important, but more importantly, in my head, I came to the conclusion that news is for the birds, and birds are the word, so the word on the street (aka the title of this page or SOMETHING) is that a bird in the hand is worth a story of Michael Jackson molesting those two birds in the bush, and by bush, of course I don't mean the president but a dirty ten year old twatcock.
In other news, I was once blessed by the pope, only this pope didn't kill Jews, he only hated them with the passion of 1,000 christs. Please don't sue me.
The results of vigorous research by the University of Florida's School of Internet Techonology have been discovered that there are pictures of boobs and other body parts lingering all over the web. You can also find movies there. Further research will be made to determine if boobs make boy-loins stir. The research team failed to recognize that our very own Jesse Johnson alerted them to this important internet mystery years ago, and Jesse will be completing his own research on the subject so he can patent the phrase "I am going on a pussyhunt for mysterious internet boobs." I'm not sure what that means, or if it's funny [editor's note: it's not], but it's what he said. You can't make this stuff up. I might be able to, but you can't because you do not know Ryan Boyle, and you were never his roomate, and now Paul is my roomate, so we're like this little, interracial family that loves to write words and put them on a website and live together sometimes. Except for Jesse. No one wants to live with him because he eats cookies in bed, and he smells like a dockmaster. God damn dockmasters.
Paul is in the zone. He is writing news right now, so that's news, right? He is staring intently at his laptop, laughing at his own wit, and silent stroking his flaccid penis into an erection with his left hand. The writing process takes a little longer when done in this manner, but it results in higher quality work. When you reach the climax of his news today, you'll have reached the point where he himself climaxed and had to take a break to clean his "editing" hand. Watching Paul write will never get old as long as he is potent.

I feel so empty.
 
 

4/14/05
by adam
 

In our culture, good news is bad news, which is to say, bad news is good news. Good news isn't good news because it doesn't give us something to scoff at, make fun of, or become enraged about. Everyone wants to know about the terrible things in this world and the news rarely focuses on the truly awesome things happening everyday. And those things happen in much greater abundance than the horrors our culture supports and perpetuates through constant bombardment in all types of media. Especially Bornbackwards, nothing but bad news--they only focus on Bush when he's torturing people or eating children, but rarely do they talk about the time he tried to ride a segway. So today I am going to step away from all the bad news, and bring some light onto this page, and hopefully bring to light some things that will make you smile and renew your hope in the great things people are capable of doing.

As humans, we are a part of nature in the same as all of the rainforest is a part of nature. We are in no way above the laws that govern all other forms of life. We are not special, yet we act in such a way as to say, "Hey, this Earth was made for us, so we can do whatever we want with it. The world is our playground." By trying to live above the laws of nature, we are driving ourselves to extinction just as surely as we have driven thousands of other species to their own extinction. They didn't destroy their own habitats or deplete the resources that kept them alive, we did. That being said, all of the major religions of our culture support the thought that we are special--but not just special--that we are inherently awful and need to be saved by the religion of our choice. Catholicism, christianity, Buddhism, Hinduism, Islam, etc. All of these religions are based on the notion that we need to be saved, in one form or another. There is a greater good to be attained than what we already are, what we are from birth, what we have been for thousands of years. Now, I know it sounds like I'm veering off from the news angle, but here's where I am going...


Good News: Mission Accomplished!

The Dalai Lama is calling for the end of illegal wildlife trafficking between India, Tibet, India, and China. "We Tibetans are basically Buddhists, we preach love and compassion towards all other living beings on Earth. Therefore, it is the responsibility of all of us to realise the importance of wildlife conservation," said the Dalai Lama. While I don't agree with his religion, he is absolutely right about the importance of all forms of life on this planet. The illegal trade is executed by exhiled Tibetans who have few options in life because of the Chinese occupation of their land. The people are desparate and are further supporting our world-culture's false notions that we are above other creatures and can use them for financial benefit. The Lama said it best, "Today more than ever before life must be characterised by a sense of universal responsibility not only nation to nation and human to human, but also human to other forms of life."

The message here is basically the message I have recently become attuned to through the works of Daniel Quinn. Namely I'm talking about the novel Ishmael, which brings to light the course of human history and our path to extinction, which isn't inevitable if minds are changed. The basic premise is that humans are trying to live above the laws of nature, but we are still subject to those laws, just as airplanes are still subject to the laws of gravity and drag whether they are built aerodynamically or not. The plane that isn't built correctly will plummet and crash to the earth. Metaphor! Metaphor!


Better news: Have a nice trip, see you next fall.

HA! HAHAHhahahahahahah

Does this sound like bad news? Because it's not. It's hopeful. I'm not trying to be the man on the street with the huge sign anticipating the apocaplypse because I believe that the apocalypse is entirely avoidable. And if it's not avoided, it's not going to be the raining down of fire and brimstone and Christians rising up to the sky to eat giant buffets with God and his pals and Satan ruling the earth. BUT, if we follow the path we are on right now, today, and in this world's recent past, we will march straight into our species extinction. This will be the form of the apocalypse. This is not the only way.

It's hard to explain these ideas so briefly so I suggest reading Ishmael. It is one of the major factors in changing my life in the past few months, and I think the ideas are important for everyone to know, whether they agree with them or not. Do yourself a favor and challenge your ideas about our place in the world and our culture.

I am now scouring news sites, and I can not find any good news worth reporting, which proves my point that we are a culture obsessed with catatrophe. It's not an original idea, but it's disheartening when you think of the implications and the mindsets inherent in promoting this sort of news. It's an unhealthy and unecessary obsession, like huffing freon. But here's some good news for you from my personal life--I got my first pube last night.

I also have other things to do right now, so you get to read this in its raw, unedited form. Feel free to bash my sentence structure and unfinished thoughts!

Also I think this means I'm going vegan.
 
     

4/06/05
 

So … the Pope died. Oh shit, did you not hear yet? Sorry to drop the bomb on you, I didn't mean to ruin the ending or anything. But what I want to know is … why'd you kill him? Yeah, I'm talking to you ... reading this ... right now. I mean, he was an old guy … with Parkinson's even, he was gonna go in a few years anyways, so why'd you do it? You must be a sick, depraved motherfucker, killing a holy old man like that. I hope you burn in hell, just like the Pope.

To all our other readers, the non-pope killers, now is the time to go absolutely crazy. Been itching to sacrifice a baby to your dark lord? Better do it now! Curiously about sodomy? Why wait? Thought about coveting your neighbor's wife or eating beef on Sunday? This will be your only chance. For a very brief window of time--thanks to you, pope-killer--Catholicism has no leader. Nobody's watching you, no one's judging, all bets are off, all debts are paid ... go fucking nuts.

Even God's a little busy right now--aside from not existing, he's got to comb the Earth looking for a new guy to hang out in the Vactican and wear a silly hat while talking about the evils of birth control. Rumor has it that the new pope to succeed John Paul II could come from Africa, Latin America, or another 'developing' region. Personally I hope its Archbishop Desmond Tutu, that dude rules. And I hope his pope name is George Ringo I.


Desmond Tutu rules -- but what's this incrementing photo? The Dali Lama's not Catholic! Consorting with heathens is strictly forbidden!

…And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead sucks ass.
Here's a rather bizarre article on how they make the lyricless music you hear in the Sims. You big video-game loving nerd.
If you've been following the saga of the Unicorns, it's just become officially bizarre. To recap: Out of nowhere (Canada, specifically) the band arrived in 2003 with a totally unexpected but excellent debut album of quirky lo-fi pop that swept the indie world and wound up on many a year-end list. Then there was their gossip-inducing live show that often included hand puppets, skits, fake homeless people, the band pretending to act drunk when they actually weren't, and pink suspenders. Then they were arrested on the Canadian-US border for drug possession and gay porn. After their release they announced the formation of their dubious hip-hop production team dubbed Th' Corn Gangg. Then word from continually unnamed sources came that they broke up -- only nobody knew for sure for over two months, until they posted a long letter on their website.

Now comes word that two of the former Unicorns are soldiering on with Th' Corn Gangg, as well as publicly smearing their former Unicorns band mate Alden Ginger. And they are, in fact, a rap group, featuring two skinny white guys playing familiar Unicorns backing tracks like "Tuff Ghost" and "Ready to Die" while three black MCs named Busdriver, Subtitle, and Vick Booz trade rhymes. But that's not all--at a certain point in every show two more white guys routinely emerge from backstage to play rock covers with the band. Rumor has it that the new Pope to succeed John Paul II … wait wait, wrong story … Rumor has it that there is a Corn Gangg full length in the works with new original material and not just the redone Unicorns songs they've been doing live. You can read short concert reviews here and here.
Click here to stream the new Weezer single "Beverly Hills" from their upcoming album Make Believe. But I've got to warn you, the new single is described by Rivers as a 'rap song'. Yes folks, it's that bad. At least Th' Corn Gangg might be cool ... hip-hop Weeza definitely isn't, and to those hoping that Make Believe would finally be a return to classic, quality Weezer this song will shattered your life's dreams and leave you as a desiccated, empty husk of a man with all ambition and will to live sucked out of you. It's that bad.

The verses find Rivers pseudo-rapping over a repetitive bass-and-drum groove, heavy on the handclaps. But when I say pseudo-rapping, it sounds more like he's just talking real slowly and his rhymes are poor enough to get him laughed out of an rap battle amongst the caterers on the set of 8 Mile. Then there's the chorus ... the god-awful chorus, where the band pounds out a sub-Warped Tour three chord 'punk' riff while Rivers yells the song's title and the most annoying female voice you've ever heard (think Kelly Osbourne on helium) says "gimme, gimme" over and over again. The goofy porn-soundtrack solo at the end is only the icing on the cake, and the lyrics about the plasticity and fakeness of Beverly Hills could easily be turned around to describe the band's last two empty albums. In other words, expect to hear it blasting out of frat houses in every college town in the country. This song's going to be a hit! Ughhhh.

Also, Make Believe may have the worst album name and cover art of all time. Yes, worse than Maladroit. Unthinkable!


Ok guys, you can stop lining up in a row on your solid-color album covers, we know what you look like.

Ever wonder what Wendy's chili is made of? It's certainly not beef ... real chili doesn't look or taste like that. Well, one diner in San Jose, California found out just what Soylent Green and Wendy's chili is made out of--PEOPLE! WENDY'S CHILI IS MADE OF PEOPLE! TELL EVERYONE!

Yes apparently the diner found a human finger in her chili. She took a big spoonful, put the finger in her mouth, and vomited. No one is sure just whose finger it is but we're pretty sure it's one of the old and infirm who was deemed by the state to be using more resources than they produced ... thus they were turned into the high-energy Soylent Green ... I mean, Wendy's Chili. We're also pretty sure there'll be a lawsuit. In the meantime, don't eat at Wendys'. You don't know where their fingers have been.


More accurate than you thought.

Coca-cola is using their market in Japan as a testing ground for its future plans to concentrate on non-soda products. A word of warning: Coke in Japan has some weird, fucked up new drinks that will burn out your insides. "Body Style Water" is classified as "near water", whatever the holy fucking hell that means. I hope to never drink a substance considered "near" anything. "Body Style Water" is marketed to women and contains grapefruit flavor, caffeine, and seaweed extract. Yum, that sounds … totally … um … delicious?

Japanese Coke also has a very popular canned coffee that comes in three flavors: original, super caffeinated, and bitter. Canned cream and canned sugar sold separately. Defibrillator to treat heart attack after drinking super caffeinated variety sold separately. Let's hope they don't bring these to America like Pokemon or Tamagotchi. Remember that stupid crap?


I like my canned coffee like I like my men ... disgusting.
 
 

4/06/05
by paul
 

Terri Schiavo is fucking dead. I don't think I've ever believed in the statement "Rest In Peace" so much. Ha ha ha, but wait, did you actually think crazy right-wing conservatives would wish there to be any "peace?" You must be delusional. Now I could describe all the sorts of insanity that went on after Schiavo's death, but it wouldn't be nearly as hilarious as the actions and direct quotes themselves-

Dominique Hanks
Protest Activities - Ridding motorized wheelchair around the hospice Schiavo was staying in every day since the tube was disconnected.
Quote - "You saw a murder happening. Everybody who denied her right to live are accomplices to murder, and God knows."
BBW Comments - I think the death penalty made us paying accomplices a while back.

Patrick Bautch
Protest Activities - Traveling from Wisconsin to hold up a sign that read, "President Bush, Please Help Terri."
Quote - *throws down sign in disgust* "He could have done something. He was supposed to be for life and he neglected his role... the value of human life has just gone down the drain."
BBW Comments - I doubt anyone is necessarily against life, especially not for letting dead people die.

Richard Jacobson
Protest Activities - Traveling from New York to play hymnal and patriotic songs for 3 days.
Quote - "I'm not believing the report of man. God will raise her from the dead, and all the world will see it."
BBW Comments - Wait, so do you believe the report or not? The world waited and all they saw was the Pope die, good job asshole.

Mike Stafford
Protest Activities - Upon hearing of death, walking up to officers protecting the hospice, giving a Nazi salute and yelling out "Heil Hitler."
Quote - "It's really sick what we've seen here."
BBW Comments - If you're referring to what you just did, yes. Wacko.

Harvest Bashta (aged 15)
Protest Activities - Travelling from Chicago for her Spring Break to hold vigil in front of the hospice.
Quote - "It grieves my heart to know that God's heart is grieving. God's desire's never to have death happen unjustly."
BBW Comment - According to folklore, God didn't even grieve when his own son died. Not even his very own heart, get over it. SPRING BREAK '05 RULES!!!

Kathy Dorrell
Protest Activities - Dragging her husband and 3 year old son down for a week to hold vigil.
Quote - "I know Terri has a new life, a new body. She's singing, she's dancing, she's praising God."
BBW Comment - Maybe you might want to know more about your own religion there. Christianity doesn't believe in reincarnation. Right now she's in eternal sleep, then comes the dancing.

Well, at least we can always count on our politicians to put everything in perspective and give a somewhat agitated public philosophical guidance. Tom DeLay: "We will look at an arrogant, out-of-control, unaccountable judiciary that thumbed their nose at Congress and the president." Woah, wow. Sir, you are out of control. It's more than a bit amusing that if you switch the places of "Congress and the president" and "judiciary," you realize this statement is the closest a Republican Senator has ever gotten to being accurate.

And what about the president? Well, Bush decided to announce he was attached to a "culture of life." Apparently a "culture of life" implies executing retards, minors, retarded minors (both recently found to be unconstitutional by that out-of-control death-culture-promoting judiciary), Mexican immigrants and minorities not given a fair trial, and just plain executing people, which he did plenty of when he was Governor of Texas. God I'm glad this guy never contradicts himself, God knows what a mess that whole Iraq War could have been.

Me? Well if it means not having a death penalty, letting people who did not wish to live on life support die, and giving women the right to choose whether to have an abortion-- then culture of death, bring it on!

I love speaking in sound bites.
I've always been fascinated by forms of identification. I even bought a black light with the main purpose being to see the hidden designs found in passports, drivers licenses, hell, even in certain checks or fancy documents. Also, black light posters with wizards and unicorns on them are pretty sweet. It's amazing some of the shit that goes into this. An example of these hidden designs? The Danish residency visa in my US passport looks fancy enough, but once I take a black light to it, a bull comes out in the background. Why? Who cares! So by all means I should be fascinated with the new technology US passports are on track to be imbedded with: RFID tags. Wait, what the hell is that?

"An RFID tag is a microchip attached to an antenna, which transmits unique information to a reader device that can be anywhere from a few inches to several feet away ... is used in security access cards, E-ZPass automatic toll-paying devices and ski-lift tickets."

Wait… my passport is going to transmit radio signals to something that can be read from many feet away? Somehow I find this disconcerting. Apparently so does everyone in the technology sector, except for the Department of Homeland "Security" and Philips, the manufacturer. No worries though, the DH"S" is using a chip that would only transmit information to distances up to 4". Well, unless your chip is in the process of being read, which increases that range to, um, 30 ft, engineer research has shown. Well, not that bad.

Oh wait, a study by Tel Aviv University has shown that special devices have been home engineered that can read the data at even further distances, while not transmitting. Ok, so maybe I'm exaggerating, there is technology available to further encrypt the information transmitted so that it would make it hard for any other person to read your information. So that's what the government is going to use, right? Well, no. Instead of encrypting the RFIS tags, they're encrypting the language surrounding them --insisting they be called "proximity chips," "contactless chips" or "contactless integrated circuits" -- anything but "RFID." Always doing the most to protect its citizens, right? Doublespeak, anyone?
You know, I travel by plane a lot. It can be grueling just traveling across a few states sometimes. I can't imagine how brain dead I could be after traveling from the United States all the way to New Zealand. So I can sympathize with Hillary Swank, who on her recent travel there accidentally goofed and forgot to declare an apple and an orange (see, they do go together) at customs upon arriving. So no big problem, you're rich, tired, broke the law, so you pay a minimal fee of around $150 and forget it. Hell, your two Oscar winning performances have you getting big bucks for movies. You probably spent $150 on one tone of make-up for your last press-conference, right?

No way, not Hillary Swank. This uppity bitch couldn't just pay, she had to appeal the charge. Under what grounds? "I forgot." So if you break a law because you're tired and "forget" something, you didn't break the law? Look, I can understand some poor ass college student or something of that kind trying to avoid losing what equals a months worth of food. BUT THE BITCH IS WORTH MILLIONS. SHE IS A MILLION DOLLAR BABY! Well, thankfully there is justice in the world, and the appeal was not only denied, but she also got fined $20 for the hassle. Boo hoo.
Apparently it gets really hot and muggy in Japan during the summer. So it goes without saying that in offices where computers are running and people are wearing full suits, things get pretty hot. The solution? Turn up the AC. NO. No no no. Apparently wanting to conserve energy being "wasted" on air conditioning, the Japanese Prime Minister has come up with a brand new novel way to save up this summer: going to work without a suit and a tie. Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi has stated that to set an example, he himself will sport the trendy new "energy conservation style" that was all the rage in Milan just last year, as well as ask all government officials and corporate bosses to do the same.

Environment minister Yuriko Koike even promised to hold a fashion show to display fashion solutions for top leaders from this first world country how to dress if confused by this request. I can't really think of anything more humorous to say that this fact alone doesn't already convey. Oh man I love the Japanese.
 
 

3/31/05
 

The second part of our Capillary Action feature is now up. Please check it out, here to find out what it takes to make a start in this crazy world we call the music biz. Also, be sure to let us know how much you hate it on our message board. And while you're there please inform us of how crappy our mp3 was this week. Really, it's all we want to hear.

I apologize for the computer difficulties as does G-d, he says he was just foolin' and it won't happen again. Wednesday's news is below.

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3/30/05
 

A bill proposed in the Florida House is aiming to stamp out dangerous 'leftist totalitarianism' by 'dictator professors' in the state's university system. The Academic Freedom Bill of Rights is anything but, and was approved by Republicans on the House Choice and Innovation Committee who outnumbered Democrats 8 to 2. Here's the funny part, the vote on the bill was 8 to 2. It has two more committees to pass before it can be considered by the full House. Two can play at this game--it would be nice if we could keep the 'rightist fascism' of 'religious Republicans' from politicizing higher education. IF ONLY I HAD DICTATORIAL POWERS!! It sounds just as wrong-headed and idiotic coming out of my mouth as these Congressmen's. And when I said dictatorial I meant like Hitler, not like Ron Jeremy.

Moving on from the dick jokes ...

The proposed law would give students who feel their beliefs are not being respected the ability to sue professors and universities. Professors would have to teach "serious academic theories" that may disagree with their personal views ... except I can tell you from personal experience that most professors already do. "Some professors say, 'Evolution is a fact. I don't want to hear about Intelligent Design (a creationist theory), and if you don't like it, there's the door,'" Rep. Dennis Baxley said ... except Creationism is not a serious academic theory with empirical evidence supporting it. At all. The bible does not count as empirical evidence. It just doesn't. Because it's the opposite of science.

Baxley cast opposition to his bill as "leftists" struggling against "mainstream society," which was actually very similar to what I was going to say about him. He typified his opponents as "arrogant, elitist academics" and as if to undermine his own point he later said, "I expect to be out there on my own pretty far. I don't expect to be part of a team."

Additionally, students who feel singled out for "public ridicule" by having to support their beliefs with the Socratic method would also be given the right to sue. Because the Socratic is absolutely not the basis of Western education. And as the Alligator suggested, what happens when someone who doesn't believe in the holocaust takes a class about it? Does the teacher really have to respect the student's deluded racist opinions?

But Baxley put it best, "Freedom is a dangerous thing, and you might be exposed to things you don't want to hear," which is sort of the point of education, isn't it? Or did I totally miss that point where school isn't supposed to challenge you at all? Or teach you scientific theory. Can we not teach that the Earth circles the Sun because Copernican theory goes against church teaching?

I almost hope that this bill passes and Republicans overreach in trying to defend it, just like they have on Social Security. Watching the backlash against this retarded psuedo-McCarthyist bill would be the most glorious thing in the last 20 years ... like shooting a nuclear missile into the sun. We could all get golden tan on the fallout for fucking years!
Johnny Cochran has died at the tender age of 65. According to reports he was reminiscing over his defense of OJ Simpson and how his 'skillz as an attorney' were 'so great' that OJ 'literally got away with murder'. Then Cochran choked on his own vomit. According to anonymous sources, his dark lord Satan appeared with the smell of brimstone to reap Johnny's soul. He informed onlookers that he is in fact real and that he had a special place of torment planned for Cochran on the fourth level of his unholy obsidian tower. He then informed onlookers that they were next and disappeared with a flap of leathery wings.

"Johnnie Cochran was a loving, heartful human being who cared about everybody," said William Epps, pastor of the Second Baptist Church in Los Angeles, which Cochran attended for 18 years. Epps then began laughing uncontrollably.
Click here to see an advertisement put together by Mediawise, who is attempting to safeguard our children from violent videogames and Janet Jackson's saggy titty. The ad is actually kind of disturbing, a young boy narrating his adventures in Grand Theft Auto in the first person and talking about setting cops on fire and how much he loves killing prostitutes. I can't decide whether its sick or hilarious, and neither will you!
Due to unforeseen computer problems--perhaps G-d's punishment for insulting the dead--my news-writing was interrupted this week. The second part of the Capillary Action feature will be up tommorow morning. I apologize.
 
 

3/30/05
by paul
 

As you may have probably not heard, Supreme-Commander-President-Ruler Bush recently nominated John Bolton as the United States ambassador to the United Nations. While this name may not mean much to you and I, for politicians around the world Bolton is better known as the last guy to ever be wished entrance to a United Nations session. Other titles held by Bolton include undersecretary of state for arms and, let's not forget, the most distinguished title of "the person who actually said that the UN 'is valuable only when it directly serves the United States.'"

With Bush and the State Department describing him as a "great nominee" and Condoleezza Rice stating that he is a "tough-minded diplomat with a proven track record of effective multilateralism," I think we all pretty much know where this is heading. Bolton is so popular that the only people that have publicly stated any concern in his heading this diplomatic unit are, well, 59 former diplomats.

Before you start to say "oh well the rest of the world is just jealous of us" let me clarify that these are 59 former U.S. diplomats. This includes the former ambassador to France, the USSR (under Carter and Reagan), and undersecretary of state for European affairs under Nixon, the former ambassador to South Africa and Nigeria, the US representative in Greece and Ivory Coast, and Jimmy Carter's deputy director of arms control.

Yea, even nuke crazy arms race Cold War types think this is generally a bad idea. Language in the letter signed and sent to Congress by all 59 diplomats includes "the wrong man," "John R Bolton cannot be an effective promoter of the US national interest at the UN," "We urge you to oppose his nomination," and "exceptional record" in the most opposite sense of "good."

While this may be starting to seem like a monumentally bad idea, here's another funny statistic-- the approval committee consists of 10 Republicans and 8 Democrats with only a simple majority needed for approval. So much for "goodwill mission."
While last week's report of the EPA's unveiling of new rules limiting big business mercury emissions--that completely disregarded a study they financed themselves--might have been a bit startling, there's more beneath the issue that should be bothering us.

While this is widely touted by the Bush administration and big business everywhere as being the first such legislation by any country solely regulating mercury emissions, the rest of the world population views it as precisely that. Confused? Let me elaborate- this indeed is a notable achievement because it is the only legislation in the world that regulates mercury emissions and nothing else. There are, in fact, plenty of legislative bits around the world, including the U.S., that regulate plenty of emissions, including mercury. AT A HIGHER LEVEL. That's right, this is actually a hoax!

Approval of this legislation would make the U.S. mercury emission limits higher, as well as the least enforced in the world. As if this weren't enough, while the legislation appears to gradually lower emissions, it only sets "goals" until the end date in 2018, by which companies would actually be punishable for infringement. An expert estimate said that if done in this manner, the actual goal for emissions would actually be reached by 2026, at the earliest.

What green-party supporting tree-hugging bastard would make this estimate? Oh only an EPA executive appointed by Bush. Yea, the very people that are implementing this strategy hate it. What? Well at least we can bask in the comfort of knowing that since it's unveiling, only 45 states have issues mercury level warnings that estimate total health care damage by this regulation would total $1 billion by the year 2018. The plus side? We won't have health care by 2018.

No new taxes!
What's more comforting than having a over-the-top border patrol across our whole southern border to guard those evil Mexicans from coming in and providing our country with excruciating manual labor for ridiculously cheap prices no native-born American would ever even contemplate dealing with? Having an official militia guard it instead!

That's right, the grand Republibertarian state of Arizona has decided to let the "Minutemen" (Montana already approves), a rag tag group of 1,000 volunteers from around the country "assist" the US Border Patrol in preventing the influx of illegal aliens. And by ragtag, I mean equipped with night-vision and "light" aircraft.

Although this may sound alarming, you obviously haven't seen founder James Gilchrist do math. Apparently, Gilchrist is here to stop the "menace of tens of millions of invading illegal aliens." Tens of millions living in conditions so desperate that the prospect of picking crates of tomatoes for 4 cents a pop is incentive enough to cross one of the most guarded borders in the world versus 1,000 people that have enough time to volunteer to keep people from taking menial jobs in states in which they don't even LIVE?

By the by, "tens of millions" is dead wrong being that the estimate for all Mexican illegal aliens, having entered over the span of decades, living in the United States is around 8 million total. Either way, I'm glad we have a certified genius taking charge of a hotly disputed issue of international proportions. He showed me his falsified MENSA certificate as proof.
Spring, what a wonderful time of year. The snow-covered North rediscovers grass, the Sun Belt goes from balmy low-70s to unbearable low 100s, Houston, well, still sucks, and we get the official inauguration of the yearly Canadian seal hunt!

Once again, animal rights groups around the globe are freaking out about it. Take this as your warning for propaganda videos showing fishermen beating the living shit out of a baby seals. Sorry, no time and dates available. But this year, they're really flipping out because the allowance of dead seals this year has been raised to 400,000. That is right, almost half a million.

While this may seem unnecessary to you, take into account that the seal population in Canada is at triple what it was in 1970, a year in which they were by no means an endangered species, and this unchecked growth has caused fish stocks to fall dangerously low. The way I see it, seals used to have a natural predator, being either the Inuit, or some species the Inuit eliminated a while back. Either way, the Inuit were keeping shit in check and nature in balance until came along animal rights groups with video cameras. After filming these hunts for years, these groups finally managed to compile enough videos of Canadian fishermen brutally clubbing baby seals to death (not common practice).

Appealing to North American sensibilities and ignorance, these videos were played ad nauseum and reported to be common practice. Hence the over-regulation of the seal hunts. Now they are over populated, eating too many fish, and basically about to tip the scales of nature and happily fuck with a delicate eco-system. While I consider myself an environmentalist and in favor of animal rights (not human rights for animals), and also enjoy concepts such as "reason" and "understanding the bigger picture" (and no, not in the Bush presidency kind of way), I consider these animal rights groups unreasonable and "out of touch" (in the Bush presidency kind of way) and fully support the clubbing of innocent baby seals… I mean the seal hunt.

If you disagree, you probably are the kind of person that considers rats gross and squirrels cute (while a squirrel is basically a rat with a fuzzy tail), thinks crickets are musicians when in reality they are the insect most similar to a cockroach, and were right there screaming with the eco-extremists about rangers not putting out the cyclical Yellowstone fires which are considered natural and necessary for the existence of the forest itself. There, I said it. Fuck seals.
Approximately one third of the population of Zimbabwe is estimated to be infected with the AIDS virus. This makes it the country with the 3rd highest AIDS rate in the world Even then, estimates are considered to underplay the severity of the situation, since documentation shows that on average 70% of all patients that doctors receive for any medical reason also test positive for the virus. So what are top politicians doing in response to this threat? Having a bitch fight! Not about the AIDS epidemic!

Jonathan Moyo, ex-Information Minister, previous President Mugabe critic, and currently "beer shop owner," tried to organize a coup against Mugabe while in his position as Information Minister under Mugabe. I mean "tried" in the feeblest way, being that he apparently only hinted at a coup to the army commander, only to have him later report the meeting to, you guessed it, President Mugabe. In jest, Mugabe decided that the only reasonable response would be to gather a rally in a stadium outside of Moyo's store and call him out on being a pussy.

Aside from the main accusation that "We asked him whether he wanted to stage a coup and tears started flowing down his cheeks," other precious direct quotes include "He did terrible things," "No, Jonathan, you are clever, but you lack wisdom," "Who then now, bitch," and "Oh no you didn't." The well spoken leader then warned the town that if they voted for Moyo in the upcoming elections they would head into "oblivion."


Oh no you didn't, Moyo!


Um, get me if I'm wrong but if you don't start paying attention to that whole little AIDS epidemic, oblivion is approaching regardless of who's in power.


You stay away from my man!



And you thought I'd leave you on a serious note. END.
 
 

3/23/05
by jesse
 

Check out our brand new feature over to your right there. Capillary Action is a young new instrumental band thats earned nice reviews--even from the hard noses at BBW. The feature will be split into two parts, one this week and one posted next week with the news. I know the suspence is killing you. The feature documents Capillary Action's attempts to turn itself from a solo project into a real band, book and play a short East Coast tour and try to conquer the indifferent, unfamiliar crowds of the Big Apple. You have permission to enjoy.
Surprise, surprise: the Environmental Protection Agency is more interested in protecting big business. After unveiling a new rule last week for limiting mercury emissions from U.S. power plants, EPA officials emphasized that the controls could not be more stringent because the cost to industry already far exceeds public health payoff.

In its report, however, the EPA failed to reveal the findings of a Harvard University study, paid for by the agency and co-authored by an EPA scientist (AND peer-reviewed by two other EPA scientists), which reached the opposite conclusion. The Harvard study estimated health benefits 100 times as great as the EPA did, but top agency officials ordered the findings stripped from public documents, according to inside sources. Who's working for whom in this country?
With those diminutive Chinese gobbling up much of the world's oil supply to feed their gargantuan economy, we're going to continue paying more at the pump; don't be surprised to see regular unleaded gasoline at $2.50 a gallon by August. That douchebag across the street and his white Expedition can kiss me and my little Accord's sexy, efficient asses.

For those of you looking to escape the stranglehold of gasoline, just get off your fat ass and pedal around town. And for those of you looking to escape with your fat ass, DaimlerChrysler has the perfect solution for you. Well actually, they will in 2012 when they begin selling their first hydrogen-powered car. This futuristic Mercedes-Benz A-class will employ fuel cell technology where electricity is generated though the chemical reaction between hydrogen and air, emitting nothing more than water vapor.

No word yet on when the Bush administration will enact legislation to supress this pesky situation before it legitimately threatens his and his friends' oil money. Let's drill in Alaska!
Speaking of gas prices, there's an email making its way around this great country of ours encouraging a boycott of sorts. In the name of true post-9/11 patriotism, we need to stop financially supporting the Middle East and its terrorists! Why buy gas from Saudi Arabia when there are perfectly good South American sources to exploit? And i do mean exploit.

"Nothing is more frustrating than the feeling that every time I fill-up the tank, I am sending my money to people who are trying to kill me, my family, and my friends ... Every time you fill up the car, you can avoid putting more money into the coffers of Saudi Arabia. Just buy from gas companies that don't import their oil from the Saudis." Whoever penned this plea claims that Shell, Exxon/Mobil, and Chevron/Texaco import as many as 200,000,000 barrels a year from Saudi Arabia, while such noble names as Citgo, Sunoco, BP/Phillips and Hess import ZERO, NADA, ZILCH from those damn Saudis. This source also claims these figures came directly from the U.S. Department of Energy, but in true BBW fashion, we didn't even bother to verify. I'm not ready to admit that filling up at Shell will finance the murders of my sisters, but I don't mind driving across the street to Citgo anyway.
And since we're on the topic of 9/11, let's discuss Russell Crowe. According to this month's edition of Australia's GQ magazine, Crowe was informed by the FBI in early 2001 that he was being targeted by Osama Bin Laden's al Qaeda terrorist network. Straight from the horse's mouth, "That was the first (time) I'd ever heard the phrase 'al Qaeda' ... It was about - and here's another little touch of irony - taking iconographic Americans out of the picture as sort of a cultural destabilization plot." For you red-staters, the irony lies in Crowe being a native New Zealander who currently resides on an Australian ranch. I would have preferred them targeting Dr. Phil, Tina Turner, or Ann Coulter.
Oh and who wants to see Ann Coulter make an ass of herself? Canada was never in Vietnam!
Ok, now back to the serious stuff. A 17-year old Idahoan has admitted to three counts of disturbing the peace for anonymously sending special brownies to a classmate of his. But his special ingredient was different from yours; his brownies were semen-frosted.

Looks like this kid could use a link to Cooking with cum dot com.

The victim claims to have shared the treats with a couple friends, too (hence three counts of disturbing the peace). The perpetrator sent the brownies in retaliation to an earlier prank in which the victim put peanut butter in the perp's cheese sandwich - "he hated peanut butter and it made him more mad than he could explain."
A man in Columbus, Ohio ripped off a Girl Scout troop not too long ago. He approached their table outside a grocery store asking for a box of Thin Mints and then grabbed an envelope out of the cash drawer, running off with more than 300 bucks. One of their supervisors gave chase, but the thief was simply too fast, too determined. When he returned winded and empty-handed, the troop greeted him with a kick to the balls for his incompetence.
 
 

3/23/05
by paul
 

Where were you the day that Democrats defended state's rights against Republicans … and lost? Better not ask Terri Schiavo because she'll have a hard time telling you, being that she's been brain-dead for 14 fucking years. Unless, of course, you ask her parents, who will be glad to tell you that they talk, laugh, and cry together all the time. They're also crazy. I honestly don't know anyone who would be like "Oh yea, so when I've been brain dead for over a decade, have bed sores all over my body, my face has contorted into a shape complete devoid of any resemblance to my original self, and there's a tube directly connected to my stomach to provide me with essential nutrients to keep me alive, I want to go on."

By the way, where the shit is our government's priorities? They convene at a special session just before midnight on a Sunday to discuss an emergency matter of national concern. It was health care reform, right? Oh wait, no. Social security reform, right? Budgetary reform? Education reform? Presidential accountability? No, it was to pass a law specific to one fucking person, and they're not even aware of what the fuck is going on! Can you believe this shit? What does this mean, if I'm well connected I can get specific laws passed for me that circumvent all established law and judicial decisions. Hey Mr. Martinez, Jesus himself came down and told me he wanted me to grow a cannabis plant in my back yard. Yay yay, I know it sounds crazy but god's only begotten son, really. So come on, I know its 3 a.m. and all, but get those aides writing.

Shame shame shame. The sad part is she's going to die one way or the other. Except these dickheads want to take it to the Supreme Court, who has continuously avoided this battle. Maybe because it's so obviously a judicial state issue and the federal government has no business, no matter how much they believe in their trite pseudo morality (want morality?? Don't lie to me about a war where my fellow citizens are getting sent to die for Halliburton CEO's Christmas fucking bonus!). The Supreme Court, unless deciding to lose all credibility, will decide in favor of the state court's decision, that has been asserted by seven, seven(!) different judges.

Terri will die one way or the other, but if the Supreme Court gets it they'll have set a precedent. That means that next time something like this happens someone like Mr. Schiavo won't have to face a 7 year battle that at some point might wear him out and make him drop the whole effort. It means it'll be even more clear cut. CAN YOU IMAGINE THE MORAL MAJORITY'S OUTRAGE!?!?!? And I don't know what the fuck Congress is thinking usurping the judicial branches power in order to send the case back to them. You think they just might get pissed you're shitting on their powers and that just might create some ill will towards your 'cause.'

Ugh fuck god damned what the fuck. Let her die in peace. And while you're at it, fix our god damned country a little, please. Enough already.
Wolfowitz's recent nomination to head the World Bank has caused outrage from pretty much everyone aside from, oh, the people who appointed him. It's ok though, Bush has made a very valid point that should calm us down and make us gladly accept his decision. I quote, "He helped manage a large organization-the World Bank is a large organization, the Pentagon's a large organization. He's been involved in the management of that organization." And let me tell you what a success story that has been. By this rationale I've decided I'm going to apply to Harvard. My only message in my application essay will be "I was a student at a University-Harvard is a University, the University of Florida is a University. I was involved in being a student." Should work, right?

Just in case that Bush bit wasn't enough, I'll leave you with a real kicker, "We don't need a development person, there are plenty of people at the bank who do that." Don't forget that the same guy who thought that Iraqi oil would cover the cost of the war and reconstruction is now going to have his fingers in world finance. YES!!!
"the public sucks. fuck hope."
This Monday former indie-darlings PitchforkMedia announced that at long last they will have real-time music news instead of those "archaic" daily updates. Apparently it was due to the insane demand for more on the hour news reporting… on music. They say the amount of e-mail begging for it and abhorring them for not having it was insane. I've never met someone who really could not wait 12 hours to find out that Weezer announced new tour dates, much less anyone that cared about how often Pitchfork updated. On the other hand I have met plenty of advertisers that are willing to pay more money for an ad spot on a site with heavier traffic.

A little advice to Pitchfork, if you're going to sell out, at least be considerate. Your news section now looks like a war zone. Oh, and I'm still not checking your site more than once a day. Maybe you should just update once every three months, like a dignified site like BBW. Thanks, and stop calling it freak folk.
When I think of John Travolta and Tom Cruise, I can't escape the thought: They're scientologists -- fucking crazy ass scientologists. While most of the time people calm me into believing that they are not actively involved with the same cult with the van-kidnappings, brainwashing attempts, and beliefs about about how they came from aliens, I'm just not buying it.

Adding fuel to my fire are Travolta's infamous Battlefield Earth, whose lackluster returns he blamed on the public's prejudice against Scientologists (not the fact that it looked terrible), and now Tom Cruise's public actions. Apparently being insane enough to believe this shit wasn't getting enough attention. So now he's inviting film exec's to tour church facilities and more importantly, sponsoring "Scientology tents" on film sets. Because really, that's the best exposure. If you're looking for rich people that will donate $$$ to your church, that is. Amazing what flies when you're rich.
 
 

3/17/05
 

Teens these days only go for the most extreme of extremities. No longer will they be satiated by the lame pastimes of previous generations: gang brawls are old news, huffing paint is just so passé these days, and blowjob parties are a relic from a different time. Today's hip new teens are so wild and out-of-this-world groovy that only jumping between the tops of 80-foot parking garages is extreme enough to them. Some kids call it 'garage jumping', while others simply refer to it as 'sweet ass'.

One teen named Tim Bargfrede in Orlando, Florida tried to garage jump and fell six stories to his death. Just kidding, he didn't die, but his brain was obviously dead long before he took the leap. "I just didn't make it," Bargfrede said. No shit, kid. Now he is suing the city of Orlando, who owned one of the garages, and the private owners of the garage he was attempting to jump to.

Thank god, he's taking these irresponsible garage owners to task. Too many of our bright young leaders of tomorrow have been taken from us prematurely by the public safety hazard of parking garages. Who wouldn't want to jump off one? No way is the 80-fall fall enough of a deterrent, and neither was the barrier around the top of the garage. "There was a very, very short length of fence that was completely ineffective in preventing this from happening," said Vincent D'Assaro, Bargfrede's lawyer. Because as we all know, it is the responsibility of these damned garage owners to prevent people from consciously deciding to leap the gap between them.

Next in the lawsuit: the makers of the Spider-man videogame for inspiring this monstrous trend.
Just when you though school violence had calmed down since the ruckus of the late '90s: a student was arrested in Clark County, Kentucky after his grandparents found 'terroristic' threats and angry writings in his bedroom. Little did you know that all the school shootings were actually terrorist funded and masterminded by Osama Bin Laden, who has been exploiting his large popularity amongst American teens to recruit them to his anti-Western cause. Who gives a shit about nuance! It's all terrorism to me! THEY HATE MY FREEDOM!

Except the student in custody, one William Poole, wasn't planning a shooting at all. He says the whole incident is a big misunderstanding and the writing his grandparents found was a short story he wrote for his English class. About zombies.

Perhaps you didn't catch that. Poole had written a short story about zombies--the undead, the eternally damned, the flesh eating hordes of hell, fictional monsters--overrunning a high school. Not his high school, not any high school in particular, just a random madeup high school. Now he is in jail. Perhaps you still didn't catch that. ZOMBIE TERRORISTS ARE IN KENTUCKY! NOW IS THE TIME TO PANIC!

Even so, police say the nature of the story makes it a felony. "Anytime you make any threat or possess matter involving a school or function it's a felony in the state of Kentucky," said local police detective Steven Caudill. "Also, he had a mystical serum made from cow testicals and baby's blood that he had bought from a Haitian voodoo priestesses for use in the terrorist plot. We're lucky we caught this kid before the horrors of Night of the Living Dead happened for a second time. If you ask me, I'm a goddamned hero for catching this little maniac." Recently, a judge raised Poole's bond from one to five thousand dollars after prosecutors requested it, citing the seriousness of the charge. The charge of zombie terrorism.
Why is my baby yellow?
We sorta changed things around here. We figured the news was the most popular part of BBW, so we might as well bring it to the front. Let us know what you think on our message board.
 

Information is coming out about prison abuse in Afghanistan. Remember Afghanistan? We invaded it in 2001 after al Queda knocked over some of our buildings and the ruling Taliban was found to be harboring Osama Bin Laden. No, not Iraq. A-F-G-H-A-N-I-S-T-A-N. Anyways, details are emerging about two Afghan prisoners (not Iraqi) who died in American custody in Afghanistan in December 2002, a year before the Abu Ghraib abuses. So we got a good track record now.

According to unreleased Army criminal investigative reports, the prisoners were first chained to the ceiling, and then kicked and beaten several times by American soldiers, resulting in their deaths. One of the men was chained at the waist and one by the wrists, although their feet remained on the ground. Both men had been captured by Afghan forces and turned over to the American military for interrogation.

Pfc. Willie V. Brand has been charged with manslaughter. Brand was accused of having maimed and killed a prisoner named Dilawar over a five-day period. The attacks were so severe that had he survived, both legs would have had to be amputated, the Army report said. Brand has admitted to striking Dilawar over 37 times. The reports from the Army Criminal Investigation Command also make clear that the abuse went far beyond the two killings with 28 soldiers and reservists recommended to face criminal charges, though so far only Brand has been charged.
Free songs: Need New Body has a new song available for download called "Eskimo" from their upcoming album Where's Black Ben? on 5 Rue Christine coming out on May 10th. Also, they have a totally fucking awesome animated surrealist video for their excellent song, "Beach". It's at their website.

Medications also have a free new mp3 called "Twine Time" from their debut full-length due out on Dischord this summer. It's, uh, also on their, um, website … too/also?
Not like this.
Pitchfork Media, the self-proclaimed authority on indie rock and the zine that you love to hate, is curating the first annual Intonation Music Festival in Chicago's Pulaski Park on July 16-17. Although they assure us that "this two-day event will feature some of independent music's top artists," by that we assume they mean some fucking awful tripe like the Fiery Furnaces or the Rapture that they helped to over-hype and now have to try to validate because their cred is totally on the line.

Also, look for a lot of bands you've never ever heard of that are very 'intellectual' and 'noisy' but not very good. So far no actual bands have been announced though proceeds from the fest will benefit the Chicago Park District's after-school music programs as well as Chicago's "White Belt" hipster rehabilitation fund.
Steak and BJ Day: like Valentine's day for men. Except instead of chocolates and flowers there'll be steaks … and BJs. That stands for blowjobs, the single lifetime responsibility of every good woman.
Now that we've subjugated Iraq and integrated it into the Mighty Empire of America©®™ it's the perfect time for you intrepid young businessmen in the audience to open a McDonalds franchise in Baghdad, or maybe a Jiffy Lube in Tikrit. Get it? They're both oily! Get it? There's a lot of oil in Iraq! Aw fuck, I am so clever. Lucky for you, the government has prepared an FAQ about the business climate in Iraq. In a nutshell, it says that business is "good … if you're not shot dead as an infidel first."

Here's a good one-- Q: What business services are available in Iraq? A: Beheadings.
A free Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy text adventure game originally released in 1984. For the dorkiest of the dorky. Available courtesy of the BBC's website, what was once contained on 8 floppy disks now fits on a webpage. Welcome to the future.
 
   

3/09/05
 

This rabbit has pancakes on its head. That is all.

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2/23/05
 

Hey kids, are you tired of all those old, boring cartoons made in the 1930s that don't reflect your newfangled lifestyle full of adding machines and horseless carriages? Of course you are! And after all, Bugs Bunny is so old, he was invented before photography. But fear not, for Warner Bros has heard your call and decided to take the Looney Tunes …
TO THE X-TREME!!!!!! Exclamation point!!


Wow.


Lookout kids, this isn't your grampappy's cartoon no more!! Forget Bugs Bunny, he's yesterday's news man, cause now we have motherfucking BUZZ BUNNY and his gang of crime-fighting LOONATICS! Totally gnarly! This killer new show takes Looney Toons past the 21st century, beyond the 22nd, straight over the 23rd, and 24th, right into the totally outrageous 28th century! Set in the year 2772, the new series has the descendents of the original Looney Toons fighting futuristic crime with their array of awesome superpowers. What are their powers you ask? Well this amazing video provides all the answers you'll need: Buzz has heat vision and supermartial arts skills; the Tazmanian Devil's descendent, Spaz, has jaws of steel; Wile E. Coyote's descendent, Slick, has regenerative abilities while his friend (?!) the Road Runner's descendent Roadster has super-speed; Lexi Bunny has super-hearing, whatever that means, and boobs that shoot missiles (her ancestor is the unpopular Space Jam character Lola Bunny that no one even remembers, but the show needed a female character cause kids today are all about gender equality) ; the Loonatics producers apparently just ran out of ideas altogether with Daffy Duck's descendent though, who has built-in sonar and the name Duck.

Duck ... good one there, guys. Keep churning out the gold. In addition to the powers listed above, the Loonatics also all have the ability to look really fucking ugly. WICKED!

"The new series will have the same classic wit and wisdom, but we have to do it more in line with what kids are talking about today," says Sander Schwartz, president of Warner Bros. Animation. And we all that what kids are talking about today is interstellar war lords, giant meteors, mutant worms, things blowing up, flying around, and fighting crime. Loonatics has all of this, but they forgot that kids are also talking about the latest Eminem CD and preteen oral sex. Adds Schwartz, "Kids today totally rule, dude man! So we needed a show that ruled just as much as they did! Cowabunga! We also totally ripped off the Teen Titans!" That they did.


All of our future descendents will be both more black and more pointy than we are today. They will also have superpowers and no pupils. The future is awesome.

Give Bugs and Daffy and Taz superpowers in the future, make em real ugly and have em fight crime? That's a fucking great idea and something I've been suggesting to myself for years! I think it's pretty much the best idea ever. The printing press? Nawww! The steam engine? Hell no! Space travel? Pssssh! Fucking Loonatics man! All they need is some wicked guitar solos over the fight scenes and some obnoxious catchphrases like 'totally xxx-treme!'. Maybe some rocket-powered snowboards, alternative rock music, and lazer beams!! What could possibly go wrong?
In an internet full of terrifying things like poop porn, autopsy photos, vomit porn, positive reviews of the Fiery Furnaces, white power websites, pee porn, and Bornbackwards.com, Miss McDonald is easily the most terrifying thing on this internet.
Please do not get sex advice from Frisbee players. I don't care how much burns when you pee or how much you love Frisbee golf. Just … don't, ok?
Also in the works is a straight-to-video Family Guy movie. The series hasn't even officially come back on the air yet with new episodes, but they're already working on the movie. And the album. According to Ain't It Cool News, the movie will be "a road trip adventure in which Stewie will be finding his real father." Thanks for ruining the suprise ending there guys. "It will be coming out in the spring. No real date was given. Also, the Family Guy album, which is patterned off of the Rat Pack's live recording at the Sands hotel in the sixties, will be out in February."

I hope this will be as good as the Jetsons movie … or the Flintstones movie … or that movie where the Flintstones travel through time and meet the Jetsons, and Fred kicks holes in the bottom of the flying cars so he push them with his feet just like he did in prehistory. Oh Fred Flintstone, you just can't get used to this bold new world of flying cars, adding machines, and crime-fighting Loonatics.
The reason I know that Nietzsche was right and God is dead: Baby Got Bible.

After years of animosity over the 1992 election, former presidents Bill Clinton and George H.W. Bush have struck up a strange little friendship. Recently teamed up by George W. Bush to help raise money for tsunami relief, these two ex-presidents are now regularly exchanging dick jokes and high-fives. For instance, the two left on a four-day humanitarian air odyssey to the Asian nations hit hard by the tsunami last year and neither Hilary nor Barbara were invited. "It's just the two guys," Jean Becker, Mr. Bush's chief of staff, said. And sure enough, their official blue-and-white Boeing 757 jet said "United States of America" on one side and "Boys Only" on the other. Additionally, the 757 was loaded up with Jean-Claude Van Damme videos and a keg of domestic beer, because Bush only buys American.

Their first stop was Phuket, Thailand which Clinton wisely pointed out, "sounds like fuck it." Bush, Sr. responded by saying, "You got blown in the oval office." And they laughed and laughed. But apparently the friendship was already in bloom before their posts as tsunami relief representatives. When Clinton was in the hospital last September for heart surgery, Bush personally called him and told him to stop eating those Monte Cristo fried and sugared sandwiches from Bennigan's. Reportedly, Clinton began crying and repeatedly saying that they were 'just too too delicious'.

Even Jr. is getting in on the love fest. "Frankly, President Bush likes Clinton a lot," Roland Betts, a close friend of the president, said. "He says he thinks he's a terrific person. He's not judging his administration. He just likes being around him.". Staff members say they first noticed the thaw in relations between the former presidents at the dedication of National World War II Memorial on the Mall in Washington last Memorial Day. At one point, George H. W. Bush gave Mr. Clinton a playful but vigorous shove and George W. Bush joked that Clinton's biography, My Life, was so long that he would have to read one half and his father the other, to which Clinton responded, "You can read?"
We started doing reviews again. If anybody cares.
 
 

2/23/05
by paul
 

So here's the news.
Hunter S. Thompson was found dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound at his complex near Aspen, Colorado this last Sunday. In tribute, I'm writing this report slightly inebriated at 2 am in the morning. Ok, so more like coincidence than tribute and even if it were, the similarities end there.

The influence Thompson had on journalism is beyond explanation. He forever transformed the medium and it could be argued that he took journalism from being an occupation to being an art form. He challenged the idea of innate journalistic objectivity and through his self-proclaimed "gonzo journalism" presented us with a form of opinion driven reporting (something we here at Bornbackwards are quite fond of) that had not yet presented itself to the public. As if this weren't enough he would effortlessly permeate all his work with acute observations of American society, top to bottom, as well as humor us all with his off beat and off kilter tangents (some would even argue that the news he reported on was the actual tangent).

I'm not one to wallow in the sadness of the loss of a life, but one to rejoice in the accomplishments of his lifetime. Here's to Hunter, who never lost his ability to keep us glued to his writing, even until his last moments.
And here's the filth.
The auction of some of JFK's possessions recently raised 5.5 million dollars, five times the original estimate. Rich people buying rich people's stuff for more than it's worth, god bless America.
Also in ridiculous auction news: they're going to auction off the original dance floor used in Saturday Night Fever. Listen, it's 2005 and we at Bornbackwards are not afraid to say, disco is fucking dead. Get over it. $80,000, are you kidding me? Shit, you guys act like Kennedy danced on it or something.
So there's this crazy story that I imagined the other day. Some kids from a Kenyan village were drugged and their penises were subsequently cut off for use in a potion in order to cure AIDS. Then they were swept away by a humanitarian aid group and sent to Spain in order to have their penises surgically reconstructed from fore arm tissue and bone fragments.

Oh shit wait, I didn't make this up, it actually happened! You may think this sounds bad but you've forgotten about the perpetrators of the crime that not only share the same misfortune as 38 million other Africans in having AIDS, but have now been arrested and have drank penis in liquid potion form. Sounds like poverty and lack of education are pretty rockin nowadays.
When you think patriotism you probably (incorrectly) think of the founding fathers, the 13 original colonies, the Boston Tea Party, the constitution or basically, New England. No longer shall this be the case. Well at least not if Fayetteville, North Carolina has it's way. Yes, this town wants to do be the most patriotic town in America.

To accomplish this they are doing everything from shooting off fireworks every Saturday (because both fireworks and Saturdays are patriotic) to hiring people to dress up as the founding fathers and walk up and down the streets, to painting those streets the colors of the American flag, to not talking about the war. Yes, apparently there is some sort of unspoken rule stating that for something to be patriotic it has to be truly horrendous and incredibly cheesy. Well Fayetteville, in the true spirit of patriotism, "bring it on."

Oh and you might want to think about patriotic it is to celebrate freedom by forcing every restaurant in town to offer apple pie. By the way, apple pie, red white and blue, and costumes aren't nearly patriotic as principles (you know, other than tourism).
You may be wondering exactly how our military is able to chew through billions and billions of dollars so quickly. Or as to why your president seems to keep ladling it to them without hesitation, but that is another discussion for another day. Anyway, in keeping with our military's traditional belief of "spend now, review product later, keep spending regardless of actual usefulness," the US Army apparently decided that they would enjoy nothing more than blowing 5 million tax dollars on developing... a video game.

Yes, our beloved Army gave 5 million dollars to Pandemic studies to develop a training/simulation program for our soldiers that would also be sold under the title Full Spectrum Warrior. Originally meant to better prepare soldiers (and anyone else with $59 spending cash) for urban combat situations, the game has sold like hotcakes. Yet according to military, Sony, Pandemic Studios, and Microsoft officials, the game turned out to be relatively useless in training.

In fact, officials from all sources mentioned above had no qualms about openly admitting that the production of the game had focused much more on the consumer end than the military application. So now people are paying money to the company that spent nothing on production of the game because these same people have already paid for the game through taxes. So basically the people lose, the army loses, and Pandemic Software forgot to buy lube for all the people it fucked raw in the ass. At least none of those annoying poor people got any of that sweet sweet government loot, right, right? Hah!
Have you ever heard of those children that are born with part of their dead womb-mate attached to a certain area of their head? Yea, bet you thought it was bullshit. Not so. If you don't believe me ask Manar Maged of Egypt, or rather, ask his parents as she's too young to say anything aside from "When I think of United States foreign policy, I think of Israel." So where was I going with this… oh yea, she was born with the condition craniopagus parasiticus, which, you guessed it, means she had a body part of her dead identical twin fuse with her own head in the womb. What body part? Her head. And when I say head, I mean the whole thing. Here, look for yourself.


Wow.


If you haven't run away by now, maybe this will do it: the head was inactive except for the fact that it could, hah, blink and smile! Well, it used to when it was still attached. It was successfully removed this Monday. You know, I remember a day and age when humanity embraced the traveling art form that was the freak show. Now I bet most of you kids don't even know what a carnival is. And no I don't mean the Brazilian kind.
 
 

2/14/05
by jesse
 

Well it's time to celebrate everybody's favorite depressing, made-up holiday. If you have a date, consider yourself out at least a bill and a half once flowers have been sent, dinner's done and presents have been handed out; if you're without a date, then, well, let's just say you'd probably rather be out the 150 bucks. Thanks, St. Valentine!
Howard Dean will be enjoying V.Day as the new chairman of the Democratic National Committee. On Saturday Dean vowed, "Today will be the beginning of the re-emergence of the Democratic Party." The Bornbackwards family remains hopeful that his passion and leadership will get the Donkeys back on track for political contention, or least make them not embarrassing. But then we remember the scream.
Christina Aguilera will be enjoying V.Day with a new diamond ring. Record executive and long-time boyfriend Jason Bratman finally popped the question after more than two years of dating while the two vacationed over the weekend.
Kanye West will be enjoying V.Day with about 478 Grammy awards to carry in his backpacks. Actually that count isn't official as of my writing this update, but I think it's pretty obvious how much the Grammy judges are smitten by his charm. He and Alicia Keys should make little Grammy babies to rule the whole industry in 20 years.
I will be enjoying V.Day much, much more if Gretchen Wilson does NOT win a Grammy. Redneck women like her already embarrassed this country back in early November, wasn't that enough?
Ryan will be enjoying V.Day if and only if Brian Wilson leaves L.A. with a pocketful of statues. In case you hadn't noticed, Ryan thinks Smile is perfection epitomized. And if perfection doesn't deserve a Grammy, what does?
Adam will be enjoying V.Day with a 50-year old stripper and her pair of VD's. Poor guy doesn't have time to search for a date 'cause he works 7 days a week at his big-time internship, so he just uses all the money he makes to buy one. Way to follow the American dream, A-C(PA).
Remember kids, in the end love is nothing more than an hour to kill with a great set of headphones. And you don't need any special day of the week to celebrate those headphones, either. So when someone asks about your romantic plans for today, say you've got 3 dates: a good magazine, relaxing massage, & your favorite Wilco album.
 
 

2/14/05
by tony
 

An Oregon man has been arrested on suspicion of trying to carry out a mass suicide with up to 32 people on Valentines day. It was all set up in a chat room and was going to happen via webcam. Authorities were alerted after hearing a woman discussed whether she should kill her two children first or not. 50 Cent's PR people are very agry that the plan was foiled as they paid those lunatics good money to promote his new album St. Valentines Day Massacre.
I encourage everyone to check out the trailer for The Nomi Song, a movie based on Klaus Nomi and his excitingly weird but very short career.
Can I hitch a ride with someone to Georgia? Where they serve hot dogs that are wrapped in beef patty, then fried, covered with chili , cheese, and onions and served on a hoagie bun, oh and toped with fried egg and two fistfuls of fries. And watch as my veins slowly seize as I die a very fat, very happy man.
You could date a movie star! Yes people, you can now date Tara Reid! Send in a video tape to the Ellen DeGeneres show matching Tara's completely generalized requests for a "nice" "funny" "good guy". "Wow! I'm that," you say! No kidding! But do you really want to be with a woman with nipples that scare you?
 
 

2/09/05
 

Let's talk music, eh?
So Drivethru Records recently sent us an email asking if we would review their albums. We replied with a resounding 'ehhh'. Instead of sending us free copies of their terrible pop-punk bands, they sent us an email that connected to secure streams. What the fuck are we supposed to do with streams? So here's the review: "Thanks for being too cheap and lazy to send an actual album. That's great. Aside being the same worthless shit you've been putting for years, the sound quality on these streams sucks. Why in the world would you ever send this out to review? At least give us some crappy mp3s for Christ's sake! Trite, worthless shit that offers nothing to the culture at large except distract and lowered standards."

If you have any interest at all in hearing some recent Drivethru releases for free then a) you have no taste and b) click here. To listen to Hellogoodbye bring a Beatles reference to total shame, enter "hgh@drivethrurecords.com" as your email address. To hear I Can Make a Mess Like Nobody's Business make a total fucking mess enter "mess@drivethrurecords.com". To hear An Angle make Bright Eyes sound worse enter "angle@drivethrurecords.com". And to hear Home Grown bring a marijuana reference to shame enter "home@drivethrurecords.com". The password for all of them is, stupidly enough, 'drive'. Happy listening and fuck Drivethru right in the pooper.
Everyone's favorite noise-popsters, Deerhoof, have a new EP coming out entirely in Japanese, the native language of adorable lead vocalist Satomi Matsuzaki. In the past she has sung specific songs in Japanese, which some people thought was cartoony gibberish, but this will be their first all-Japanese release. Also, expect their yearly album this fall, on time just like clockwork. Put it on your 'must check out' list for 2005.
Another great album release to mark on your calendars is the new Spoon. Their last album Kill the Moonlight won high honors from BBW in 2002 and still gets heavy rotation in our offices over two years later. At the time, it had us rolling on the ground in pure joy at it's perfect pop songs, and foaming at the mouth for more … more!! Finally Spoon has cured our rabies: their new album titled Gimme Fiction is finally complete and ready for its release on May 10th. But rather then cure our Spoon fever, this news only brought deeper into overheated dementia. Now we count the days until that holy communion, that epic day of May 10th. Whittled down from over 30 prospective songs, the album will be a total of 11 tracks. You can listen to some demos of "Sister Jack" and "I Summon You" at the band's website. We don't really have any more information on Gimme Fiction except the tracklist, so the tracklist you get! Thank us later:

1. The Beast and Dragon, Adored
2. The Two Sides of Monsieur Valentine
3. I Turn My Camera On
4. My Mathematical Mind
5. The Delicate Place
6. Sister Jack
7. I Summon You
8. The Infinite Pet
9. Was It You?
10. They Never Got You
11. Merchants of Soul
So ok, Fugazi is on hiatus. That sucks, I know. Where are we supposed to get our progressive hardcore from? When will we even be able to use the term 'progressive hardcore' anymore?! Fuck, I love that term! But fear not, Ian Mackaye, patron saint of punk rock, has a brand new band called the Evens. And the same way that Minor Threat sounded nothing like Embrace and Embrace sounded nothing like Fugazi, the Evens breaks away from punk tradition even more decisively than any of his past transformations.

From the few songs the band has released so far, they have less to do with punk and more in common with Fugazi's slow and dreamy Instrument outtakes album and the minor pop flourishes that emerged in unexpected corners of 2001's The Argument. One of the songs is a quiet song built around guitar harmonics provided free from Thurston Moore's Protest Records, and the other is a bizarre little gem about the joys of vowels for DC children's show Pancake Mountain that may actually have been one of my favorite songs of 2004. Don't laugh it's really good and insanely catchy!

Entirely eschewing the loud rock band formula of his past, the Evens is a stripped down duo that finds Mackaye playing baritone guitar and teaming up with former Warmers' drummer Amy Farina. The band has also ditched traditional rock club venues, preferring to play in art galleries, record stores, and other intimate, untraditional spaces. Their debut album will be released on March 7th via Dischord. If you ever wanted to hear Ian Mackaye harmonize, here's your fucking chance! The harmonics song will be on the album, the vowel song unfortunately, will not. But look, the cover has a picture of an elephant at the National Zoo in DC that I was just at like a month ago.
Also coming in March is the debut album of another duo of Dischord alumi called French Toast. While sporting a terrible name, the band has a great pedigree featuring James Canty of the Nation of Ulysses and the Make-Up on guitar and vocals and Jerry Busher of Fidelity Jones, the All Scars, and Fugazi on drums.
Another Dischord group, the post-modern disco art-students of El Guapo have officially changed their name to Supersystem, not realizing that replacing one bad name with another isn't really a step in the right direction. They'll be releasing a 12" single in February and a new full-length in April, both out on Touch and Go Records under their new name. You can listen to some new songs on the band's goofy myspace profile. Click it, "Defcon" is pretty fucking awesome, and the tracks as a whole sound better than most of the last El Guapo album Fake French.
 

Check out this very cool photo series on Phillip Johnson's architectural masterpiece The Glass House, taken over several years.
Thank god President Bush is taking a stand on youth gangs, the most important thing on our national agenda. And thank god Laura Bush is heading it up, who in this country knows the trials and tribulations of poor ghetto youth better than her? Plus, she was totally keeping GW from scoring some sweet intern pussy with her constant visits to the Oval Office. Damn woman, just let the man enjoy the perks of the job!
Conservatives are currently trying to label Democrats who opposed the nomination of Condoleezza Rice to Secretary of State as 'racists'. For instance, here is Ann Coulter being a complete bitch and calling the entire Democratic organization racist and condescending to blacks … seemingly totally forgetting that Democrats have passed ever major piece of civil rights legislation and every social program that benefits blacks in this country. Apparently she can't see a difference between having a problem with a person's credentials and having a problem with their race. Just because I hate Ann Coulter doesn't mean I'm bigoted against ugly transsexuals.

Watching this video is the most insane 'debate' I've ever seen, reducing the complexities of American politics and race to a yelling match and a with-us-or-against-us attitude. Watching this video easily confirms everything John Stewart said about the news media on Crossfire. Watching this video makes me want to shit on Ann Coulter's face. You can learn a lot from this video 1) Ann Coulter is a fucking bigoted idiot 2) She's right -- even though she disrespects and condescendingly speaks over everything everyone else says, Fox does not shut off her microphone. If a liberal pundit had been on the show his mic would have been shut off the very first time he called the entire opposition party racist 3) Bob Beckel is a total spineless tool. What he should have done is either a) told her flatly to shut the fuck up or b) called the whole show out as a farce, like Stewart did on Crossfire.
Can anyone tell me … why does my pee smell like Cheerios?
One for all the gothic ladies out there … Here's your new best friend and the first literary genius of the 21st century--a new Twain, Thoreau reincarnated, Emerson reborn (of Emerson, Lake, and Palmer). It is … The_Dark_Gothic_Poet!

This 24 year old lives with his parents and writes utterly beautiful poems about vampires. That's not totally cliché or anything. He writes about velvet, anguish, nighttime, and scaaaary monsters. On the weekend you can catch him standing awkwardly in the corner of goth clubs waiting to hit on slutty goth chicks by quoting Anne Rice before ultimately going home and spending a 'night alone' with his pocket pussy. Check out his totally sweet vampire poem dedicated to "all the gothic ladies out there." Remember kids, "Death is only the beginning…"
Also in the realm of 'sad' and sort of 'pathetic', the Who will release their first album since 1982 this spring. The album is said to be titled Who2 because singer Roger Daltrey and guitarist Pete Townshend are the only two members left in the band. The band plans their 27th 'farewell' tour after the release.

Daltrey, the man who once sang "hope I die before I get old" in one of the coolest anti-establishment bands of the '60s, was ironically awarded the title of Commander of the British Empire at end of December for his contributions to English culture. After being given the title, Daltrey is said to have asked the Queen if she had a few thousand pounds he could maybe borrow, so he didn't have to do commercials for Time-Life 'rock' compilations anymore. He is reported to have told her that he would pay her back "next Tuesday." Let's hope the royalties from Who2 keep him afloat for another six months.
Also due in May is Stephen Malkmus' third solo album. You may remember Malkmus from, oh I don't know, fucking Pavement. Remember them, the band that Weezer wished they could have been? The band that was so good that a drug-addled hippie drummer with no rhythm and the worst production of all time only made them sound better? Yeah. You remember them. Well it turns out Malkmus has ditched his new, poorly named band (The Jicks) and recorded his next album, Face the Truth, entirely on his own in his basement studio. That means this will be the first true 'solo' Malkmus record, and the home-recording setup may point toward a move away from the jammy psychedelic sound of 2003's wonderful Pig Lib, and toward his noisier lo-fi roots in the wonderful Pavement. Either way, we're excited.

Also, turns out Malkmus is going to be a papa--he's preparing for the birth of a child. That means that like 8 or 9 months ago Malkmus got laid. Wait to go dude! I guess some chick finally realized that he wrote "Cut Your Hair", and decided she might as well sleep with him. High five! Unfortunately, this also means he won't be touring much for the new album, boooo. Come on Malkmus, bros before hoes. No preggers! Face the Truth is due May 24th on Matador. Tracklist! Booya:

01 Invisible Bodies
02 Baby C'mon
03 Horslip
04 Mmmmm...
05 Loud Cloud Crowd
06 No More Shoes
07 Mama
08 Malediction
09 Pencil Rot
10 It Kills
11 I've Hardly Been
 
   

1/31/05
by jesse
 

I trust everyone enjoyed celebrating Martin Luther King, Jr. Day this year. Well, everyone except Rob Blair. While I was dreaming of world peace the Saturday morning before MLK day, Rob was delivering what would prove to be his last extended forecast for ABC's Las Vegas affiliate KTNV-TV. "For tomorrow, 60 degrees…Martin Luther Coon King Jr. Day, gonna see temperatures in the mid-60s." Rob called it a linguistic slip; I call it a Freudian slip; Rob's boss calls it a pink slip.
SpongeBob SquarePants will NOT be suppressed, and neither will Buster. It seems these days that everyone needs a target. The Libs have Dubya for another four years of easy abuse, but the Cons must be jealous. They lost their Kerry, so now they have to aim for cartoons. Brilliant!

SpongeBob SquarePants does not, in any way, promote homosexuality. SpongeBob's creator allowing him to be used in a video aimed to teach children about multiculturalism doesn't make him gay; it makes him a good role model. Yes, SpongeBob lives in a world of bright pastel colors and well-polished shoes, but that doesn't mean he likes reach-arounds from his buddy Patrick. C'mon people!

Unfortunately Buster Baxter is now being targeted as well for trying to promote the same open-mindedness as SpongeBob. Buster stars in his own PBS program, "Postcards from Buster" (a spin-off of the wildly successful "Arthur" cartoon, a personal favorite of me and my young 'friends'), in which he travels throughout the country visiting real families of all shapes, sizes and colors.

Families featured on the show include fundamentalist Christians and Muslims as well as American Indians and Mormons. A recent episode that featured lesbian mothers, however, never got distributed to PBS's 350 stations after Education Secretary Margaret Spellings condemned the program. Never mind the fact that PBS officials, including president Pat Mitchell, had already viewed the episode and deemed it appropriate -- whatever the administration says, goes.


Touch me...

Props to Ted Turner for his recent criticism of Fox News. I still hate the Braves (always have, always will), but he definitely gained some respect points when he likened the current popularity of Fox News to Adolf Hitler's rise to power back in the '30s. During a speech to the National Association of Television Programming Executives, Turner proclaimed "Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you're right," while attacking "gigantic companies whose agenda goes beyond broadcasting" for their lack of criticism on the Bush administration.

Big Ted went on to call Fox a "propaganda voice" for the administration, to which Fox officials retorted, "Ted is understandably bitter having lost his ratings, his network and now his mind - we wish him well." Such a perfect response from such thick-headed douchebags, especially when Turner had already preemptively answered them with the line about how bigger doesn't equal right. Remember that? Cause it was like two seconds ago.
Stan Lee (of comic book fame) and Ringo Starr (of Beatles fame) have joined together to develop a multimedia franchise based on Starr playing a super-powered animated version of himself. Yes, himself. First the American public will get a 60- or 90-minute DVD, but the pair is also exploring other avenues such as television programs and feature films. Not surprisingly, Ringo will also contribute original songs and incidental music to the project. No one seems to remember this sort of already happened with Yellow Submarine, only back then the much more important Beatles were involved. The dead ones.
 

I've never liked Hummers (notice the capitalization).

They're just obnoxious heaps of metal that are heavy enough for tax loopholes and big enough to compensate for receding hairlines and/or diminutive statures. I do, however, like the new International CXTs because they take ridiculous trucks to an all-new level of ridiculousness. It's like watching Monty Python, only in real life and … as trucks.

I think I'm also partial because my great-grandfather drove International trucks on his farm. His trucks were nowhere near as cool as the CXTs, though. Short for commercial extreme truck, the CXT stands just under nine feet tall (rides at the height of - and looks just like - an 18-wheeler) and weighs about seven tons unloaded. It weighs twice as much as a Hummer H2 (!), the equivalent of about 5 MINI Coopers. The CXT will set you back $90,000 for the base, or $120,000 for a fully-equipped monster with automatically tilting truck bed, DVD, and satellite-radio players, not to mention luscious walnut trim. Thanks to International's crazy success with the CXT, it now plans to offer 2 more extreme truck models this year. Consumer safety advocates dispel any worries about the safety of such massive trucks cruising alongside all our pint-sized Honda Civics: "If Ashton Kutcher's got one, so should you."


Totally safe!

Atlanta-based burrito chain Moe's Southwest Grill is being sued by Jerry Garcia's estate for improper use of his image in the chain's restaurants and advertising. For those who haven't experienced a Homewrecker before, Moe's restaurants line their walls with colorful paintings of famous dead people, one of them being Jerry Garcia (obviously). Apparently the Moe's crew never got clearance to use Garcia's image, probably because (as the Garcia estate alleges in its lawsuit) it would have cost about $75,000 PER STORE for a short-term agreement.

Matt Andrew, vice president of the southwestern grill in question, released a statement that said, among other things, "We recognize that the First Amendment protects an artist's ability to create artwork and anyone's right to display that artwork if in lawful possession of it, even if it bears similarity to a public figure." Michael Crain, co-counsel for the Garcia estate, responded, "We're not going after the artist that painted the picture. We're going after the big corporation that used it to capitalize on his image."
American girls are lazy, materialistic sluts. I'm headin' to Rio, baby - where the asses are big and the tan lines are small. Very small. I'll find a beautiful Brazilian babe, make beautiful Brazilian babies and stick a soccer ball at their feet as soon as they pop out. Yea, that's right - I'm pining for a Jean Carlos Chera of my own. Jean Carlos-who, you ask?

Jean Carlos-kick-your-ass-in-soccer-phenom -at-the-age-of-9-with-European-clubs-requesting- tapes-of-his-matches-and-offering-to-fly-his-family -to-Europe-to-meet-with-team-officials, that's who. The kid's being professionally recruited at the age of 9! He's 4-foot-6 and weighs 77 pounds, but he's already being called the best soccer player to ever come out of Brazil. Yea, that's right…fuck Pele.
 
   

1/26/05
 

Now that the dangerous radical John Kerry has been taken care of, conservative Christian groups need a new nemesis to take on. Let's see … they've already taken on rock music several times, television, Janet Jackson's tit, Michael Dukakis, black people, the Telatubbies, and Harry Potter … what's left? Oh, there's that SpongeBob SquarePants guy. Yes, conservatives have no more pressing matters to deal with than to ponder over SpongeBob's sexuality and in the process make every child in America cry. Check out this hot logic: "Normal people have straight pants, not square pants. If he's not straight he's obviously gay." Yes! SpongeBob is gay, and conservatives are pissed about it!

You see SpongeBob, along with Barney and Jimmy Neutron, was in a 'tolerance' video produced by disco mega-star Nile Rodgers, whose hits include "We Are Family", "Le Freak", "Good Times" and "I'm Coming Out". With titles like those, there's no way this had anything to do with homosexuals!

Anyways, conservatives are irate because they claim the video contains a pledge not to discriminate against people based on race, age, gender or sexual orientation. Of all the hideous and devious things to do, asking children not to hate people tops the fucking list! But it turns out the bit about sexual orientation isn't even on the video, it's on the foundation's website. So … much like most issues dealing with the Christian Right, none of this makes any goddamn sense at all.
Johnny Carson died like five years ago, fools.
Police were called to the set of the Scissor Sisters' latest music video when a gang of transvestites started fighting. The video, for a song called "Filthy/Gorgeous", had a cast of 100 cross-dressers and flamboyant clubbers. Police arrived after several members of the cast started brawling, but quickly fled again when the group asked them to star in the video. "Filthy/Gorgeous" is also exactly what the cops said once they had a chance to take in the sight of 100 or so men in drag engaged in an epic cat-fight, lipstick smeared and dongs swinging wildly in the breeze.
Looking for resources to improve your praise team? Would you like a seamless worship flow? Do you attend worship conferences, come home fired up only to realize you can't convey what you learned? Are worship conferences a luxury your ministry cannot afford?

Worship Conference In A Box! Includes a book about the use of guitars in worship! The future of God!
Wanna waste a hundred bucks on an mp3 player that you can't control? Go ahead and buy an iPod Shuffle. It's called 'Shuffle' because that's the only play setting it has … but it's the size of a pack of gum. Oooh pretty.


But gum is bubbalicious!

You love 50 Cent, don't you? Come on don't be a wanksta, just admit it. We all love 50. But … have you … have you ever wanted to … taste him? Oh yeah, haha I'm totally just kidding. No way would I ever lick a sweaty rapper, but … you've never even … thought about it dude?

Check it out, there's this new 50 Cent Vitamin Water. God, Formula 50 Vitamin Water is so delicious, it truly captures 50's essence and his scent, in low-calorie grape flavor no less. The limited edition beverage will be introduced to help cross-promote 50's next album Valentine's Day Massacre. According to his manager, 50 has turned down several offers from soft drinks and alcoholic beverage companies, but was open to working with Vitamin Water because of its healthy image and incredibly large paycheck.
Need New Body has signed to Kill Rock Stars.
The United Nations has tapped a Canadian television producer to produce a series of humorous cartoons of animated condoms to promote safe sex. So far the adventures of the "Three Amigos" -- Dick, Shaft, and Stretch -- number 20 short videos in 41 languages to be aired in Asia, Latin America, Eastern Europe and Africa, particularly South Africa. You know, all the places that fuck too damn much. The Three Amigos adventures include space travel (with the punch line, "No condom, no blastoff.") and an African safari ("It's a jungle out there -- carry protection").
Rumor has it that Lauryn Hill is working with Kanye West to finally produce the followup to her 1998 debut album The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, an album that was so popular even my mom has a copy.

Also in the rumor mill: Wyclef Jean says that after Lauryn's album is complete the Fugees may finally reunite in the studio to produce a followup to their 1996 breakthrough The Score, an album so old I remember kids in my 8th grade class listening to it.
 
 

1/26/05
by paul
 

The WEF is meeting in Davos for its third annual meeting this week. What the hell are the WEF and Davos you ask? Why it's the World Economic Forum and Davos is a remote country village in Switzerland with luxury accommodations and a world class conference center. I like how they still call it a "remote country village" and not a "meeting place for only the ult