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-:) Laughed out loud on some of those, but made me melancholy too - my dad would also have enjoyed them. He flew extremely small little aeroplanes in the early 60's as a past time. We lived in Zambia. Other kids used to go to the sea (places like Durban) for their holidays. We used to puke our hearts out in the back seat of a small plane heading off to have our holiday at a mission hospital in the middle of the Congo. Then I got older and got flown to boarding school in South Africa in a 'Fokker' ... I didn't know the 'f' word at that stage of my life but it seemed like such a rude name for a plane.
We aren't laughing enough these days.....an essay on the place of humor within the revolution.....not funny but still worth the read.
This IS funny stuff, pan... but then-- i got a morbid sense of humor these days. Like the whole Trayvon thing... how fucked up is THAT? Well... it's a political microcosm. Colliding stereotypes. A fucking fashion war.
First... the scene... a "suburb" of Orlando-- a blight raised out of the swamp by Disney simulacra about 30 years ago. Now the characters: Trayvon... already on the cell-phone for 400 minutes that day talking to "a 16-yr-old girl" back in Miami... (if we find out the chick is "white," the boogers will be falling off the table-bottom like butt flakes) and finally finds time at half-time during an NBA game to go buy... Skittles. Oh yeah... "Trayvon" is "African American." Big surprise there.
Then there's George Zimmerman... an armed snitch wanna-be cop raised by an authoritarian father and a Peruvian mother who calls 911 to report open garage doors and... oh yeah... "...black youths doing things." You really don't need a PhD in social psychology or to be a master playwright to plot this one out. The gnarly part is figuring out how George can hold a pistol and a cell-phone at the same time... but maybe they both were on headsets. At least the kid was.
The whole thing would have been funny if George would have shot his SUV's badly-engineered exploding gas tank attempting a cop-show quick-draw while on his cell phone and melted all the plastic yard-Santas... but instead he managed to kill the kid. Woah. Not funny. Trayvon and George... a typically silly-ass American story with a very un-funny ending. Now the medium gotta do their speculum on the simulacrum. Quick now... try to fly with whichever character you identify.
"Neither!" says withered waldo in the corner. Both these diddles shoulda put down their toys and read a fukkin BOOK... instead of watchin bukka-baw and playing hall-monitor. And think about this: all the "black youths" whose parents can't buy them Skittles and cell phones... and all the porgies with "issues" are ka-pweening around out there with 9mm i-pods in their high-water pants and hoodies. Ain't that a fucking scream? Just wait until you see as many of the noobs packing as we see them now yakking.
Is there a fucking "app" for that?
That was a beauty, Waldo. You haven't lost your touch.
Stoopid is funny, but a country of sociopaths is downright scary. And sociopathy defines American culture. In fact, there's so many candidates now, it's hard to elect the latest poster boy. Next week it'll be someone else. The news media can't keep up. Simply put...this is what society looks like when it ends.
Oh well, back to funny...
Woman falls into lake Michigan while 'texting.'
Sales 101: 1. You are paying way less than this is worth. 2. Your toughest competitor just ordered one. 3. All cool people already have two of them. Final exam : greed, fear and envy. Ba-ding. (rim shot) .
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