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I’m no economist, I’m no deal making money roller sitting in a bathtub full of opulence while underlings are flecked off like crusty old scabs. I don’t stand a chance against the mental firepower of those “smart people” up at the top. These folks who, against the better interests of humankind, pitted the fortunate & wealthy vermin over the greater tax paying masses. Now, along with the many list long of legacy “benefits” granted us by the Bush administration, we’ve got a posh crony defending illegal financial fingerbanging. Documentation of this oil lubed sadistic orgy offers probably only a small fraction of what fisting these fools have had to offer. Under their guidance our mighty superpower has been kicked squah in the nuts. I wouldn’t be surprised if ten years from now some dying White House assistant surfaces with graphic photographs of Alberto Gonzales, Ben Bernanke, Kenneth D. Lewis, and George W. Bush in a a sweaty, froth filled “cock-goblin” maniacal frenzy. I’d bet that Bernanke comes from the same polluted DNA strain as Bernie Madoff. These guys are amazing at keeping a straight face while providing complete bullshit. I’d write more about these demons of finance…but I have to get back to looking for paying work because of the “wisdom” these “intelligent” men had to offer us. I can’t yet claim lucrative knowledge, but I know a corrupt asshole when I see one.

I’ve always been a big fan of the Alien series. I was a happy young child the Christmas I received a 12″ Alien action figure. I remember when the second movie, Aliens, came out I went to see it in the theater about a dozen times. Some of my friends at the time didn’t think it was as big of a deal as I did. It’s a damn sin Michael Biehn (Hicks) didn’t get paid well for his excellent work.

Later…in my college years, a friend hipped me to the movie Delicatessen. I was instantly hooked to Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s work in that film. It’s been my all time favorite piece of cinema since…so you can only imagine how excited I was to find out he was going to direct Alien Resurrection.

While trolling along through the second DVD of Alien Resurrection, I was stunned to find out Sigourney Weaver made that backhand basketball shot all by herself. No digital trickery, no guy off camera dropping it into the hoop. All net, all HER. I don’t know who I’d give a kidney to meet first, Sigourney Weaver, H.R. Giger, or Jean-Pierre Jeunet. x}

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I love stupid people…they can always make me laugh. And I love Kyuss…stoner desert rock at its finest! =)

How I love the Republicans. If they didn’t have such ridiculous ways about them, we’d not drool at the juicy opportunity to revel in their rot.

Apparently, Sarah Palin thinks she’s really special. So special in fact, that she considers herself hallowed ground when it comes to twisted humor. Now, every politician knows that being in the limelight comes with the great risk of being ridiculed & lampooned. But, if David Letterman chose to poke fun at the idea of nymphonecropedophiles having their way with Sarah’s new grandchild, I might cut Sarah some slack for her feeling offended. With the terrible state of the country (or should I say, cuntry) at large, and so many lives being torn to shreds over the economy, you’d think she could blather about something more meaningful than being likened to a slutty flight attendant by a late night comedian. Possibly, Sarah might be just the type of person who’d defend rich kids who have no job experience getting out of college, who also get monthly allowances of $10K a month for their overpriced life in condos all over Williamsburg & Bushwick, Brooklyn. And…once you put your kids on your expense reports, you’re fair game.

I should expect nothing less from the base of folks who think Ronald Reagan was the last noble human to walk the Earth. These creatures love to work themselves into a frothy lather over the “Good Old Gipper Days.” However, when I was growing up in the 80s, those years were pockmarked with crack vials littered everywhere in the streets, gunshots in the neighborhood at night, festering open lots filled with rats, stray dogs, abandoned cars…trash…tires, and the occasional murder victim. I bet Rush Limbaugh didn’t get mugged a few times on the way to and from grammar school. It’s too bad, he might have a human character behind those evil words of his.

In other news, New Yorkers are beating their chests in protest over a saucy ad by Calvin Klein. CK is just taking notice of the successes of American Apparel. This reporter is surprised by their spicy endeavor, but I, you may note, am not complaining one bit. =}