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You think you've got what it takes
to write music reviews for a crappy zine website with
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Reviews should be of albums released or rereleased within
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9/21/05
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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!"
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9/07/05
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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.
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9/01/05
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[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
f at 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.
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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.
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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.
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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.]
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8/17/05
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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.
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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? Ch ris 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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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7/27/05
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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.
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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.
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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.
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6/22/05
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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5/25/05
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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4/14/05
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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We need more friends in order to prove our superior popularity
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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2/09/05
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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 L auryn 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.
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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
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