Friday, September 30, 2005

My Milkshake Brings All the Boys to the Yard

Over the last month, there has been a whirlwind of benefit concerts for the victims of Hurricane Katrina. Most of these benefits (with the exception of Kanye West's anti-Bush "outburst"), especially the ones telecast on multiple television networks simultaneously, have been dull as a butterknife.

Holly knows--KNOWS--what Americans want, and it's not lightly rehearsed radio-friendly fare by artists who were popular during the Reagan/Thatcher years. You know what Americans want? And being the progressive feminist that I am, I do: titties!

Americans cannot get enough of these things, real or fake, young or old. We love tits. Who wudda thunk that so many hipsters and non-hipsters alike would be overwhelmingly mesmerized by two milk-producing mounds of fatty tissue?

According to CNN, Joe Francis, founder of Girls Gone Wild, is donating 100 percent of the proceeds of a Girls Gone Wild triple-DVD pack to the Red Cross for Hurricane Katrina relief. What a heart-warming story of generosity, strength, perserverance, and doggy-style. Mr. Francis should up the ante. Now that he can no longer exploit the borderline-pedophilic alcohol-induced exhibitionism encouraged at New Orleans' Mardi Gras celebrations without just a hint of sadness over what happened there in August, 2005, he should sweet-talk sorority sisters who "want to make a difference" into FLASHING FOR OUR FUTURE. I'm sure many more people would rather see out of focus female breasts for 0.118 seconds than listen to some old geezers like The Scorpions singing "Winds of Change" sans irony, not realizing that it was precisely "winds of change" that totally fucked New Orleans.

Boys, you can play your part as well. Encourage the makers of Guys Gone Wild to get on the ball (wah wah wah), make a new film pronto and to donate those vast financial earnings to the Red Cross. Show off your junk for the hurricane victims. I mean, Americans just can't get enough cock. (BAD JOKE ALERT: They already get enough Bush.) Also, I'm sure the Hurricane Katrina fund could use the extra $129 that will be earned from the sales of that DVD. (Maybe that money could be used to call up Brian Wilson to see what he knows about the Yakuza!)

Double standards? You bet. I told you I know what Americans want!

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Finally some answers

Holly, I need to know whether or not the Yakuza was responsible for hurricane Katrina. Fortunately, I have a way to find out for sure. For merely $100, I will ask Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys. He has to know. But I better act quickly. It's a limited time offer.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Walking on Sunshine

Just as I predicted early this month, somebody has blamed Hurricane Katrina on something other than the weather.

The Yakuza. That's who did it. The Yakuza. At least that's what meteorologist Scott Stevens (not to be confused with the former NHL hockey star) theorizes.

Read the incredible story here.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

You May Say I'm a Dreamer

According to a new report by John Line of London's Evening Standard, the reason the FBI quit taking John Lennon seriously as a revolutionary threat was because "he [was] constantly under the influence of narcotics."

Holly finds this reasoning to be absolutely absurd. If Mr. Lennon lacked serious radical committment because of continual drug taking, then why was the CIA, COINTELPRO, the FBI and other unnamed government organizations so interested in the affairs of Huey P. Newton, Eldridge Cleaver and Jerry Rubin? If you know just the slightest bit about these cats, you'll know that they were "constantly under the influence of narcotics" as well.

It's sad to know that important tax dollars were wasted on John, who obviously had no organizational skills to speak of. After the Beatles' manager Brian Epstein died in 1967, Lennon and the rest of the Beatles formed Apple Corps, which went immediately into bankruptcy. In 1972, he released Some Time in New York City, an album chockful of left-wing protest songs like "Woman is the Nigger of the World," "Attica State," "John Sinclair" and "Angela" (referring to Angela Davis), which was his least successful mainstream album artistically and financially. The message was obviously NOT getting out. Knowing that my government would take Lennon so seriously as a legitimate threat to our nation's security makes me wonder just how big their file is on me.

P. Kitty, would you agree with me that being the victim of a government witchhunt would be tre hip? Now I just need to put the finishing touches on Geriatric Youth, become a pro-choice, anti-war, pro-civil liberties, pro-animal rights (and, therefore, Vegan) and anti-capitalist activist who actually cares about the world, the people and the animals in it, and smoke an awful lot of dope. I might just have to get me a tattoo as well.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Finally some witch hunts

It's sad that so few witch hunts happen these days. Sure, everybody wants a witch hunt, but how many people really make them happen? It takes a special kind of person. It seems Pope Benedict XIV is one of those people:

http://www.chron.com/cs/CDA/printstory.mpl/nation/3357462

He's not the first, though. Remember Galileo? I know! Of course not! Anyway, he was this crazy liberal who made outrageous claims, like saying the Earth revolved around the Sun. If you can stop laughing long enough to keep reading, know that there is even a play about Galileo and his whole predicament.

OMG. This is great for a whole other reason too. A neo-inquisition is sure to start some great new fashion revolutions. This means more excuses to shop at vintage stores.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Me too!

Political garbage isn't just for adults anymore. Now there is Help! Mom! There are Liberals Under My Bed!, by Katharine DeBrecht*:


This book finally has the courage to teach kids how liberals (i.e., moderate conservatives) have "exploited" the New Orleans Katrina disaster to do dirty and underhanded things, like point out how it was avoidable and the poor response can be traced back to conservative (i.e., extreme right-wing) politicians. Finally, kids get to hear the "other side of the story" and, yes, finally, kids can stop thinking about things themselves and let adults tell them what to think. Hooray!

*No relation to Bertold Brecht.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Memorizing Politics from Ancient History

Once again, it's time to peruse the bookstands and see what kind of hogwash is passing for political insight these days.

Tony Blankley, The West's Last Chance: Will We Win the Clash of Civilizations?
--Since the West has obviously been losing in its head-to-head showdown with Muslim theocracies (i.e. they have the most oil), Blankley, the Jabba-the-Hut stand-in on The McLaughlin Group, proposes that the West levee economic sanctions against them (don't we already do that?), practice racial profiling in America, and be less concerned with "freedoms" than we are during peace-time. So I take it this is the West's last chance to become a police state to protect ourselves from ourselves and from tiny "cells" that have thousands of times less military capability than we do? This is a "clash of civilizations"? Sounds more like a sobriety checkpoint to me.

Chris Mooney, The Republican War on Science
--This thrilling action-adventure fantasy based on "facts" is about how Conservatives used Engines of Faith and Armies of the Compassionate to Bomb the Holy Fuck out of Science, which relies as much on "faith in argument"--and strong financial backing--as Religion does. Mooney's arch-liberal perspective blinds him from the facts: there is no such thing as Global Warming (35 tropical storms in the last two years doesn't prove anything) and there's no way we evolved from Monkees (Holly evolved from the Dave Clark Five, suckers!).

Alan Sears and Craig Osten, The ACLU vs. America: Exposing the Agenda to Redefine Moral Values
--Seriously people, because of the ACLU, drug abuse is rampant, sex crimes are more prevalent than actual sex, people use crucifixes as utensils when eating pork during Lent, and the American flag is turned into toilet paper for punk rockers and rappers to wipe their filthy-ass mouths on during their burlesque vaudeville shows that celebrate rage and violence. Oh, and like before the ACLU, people weren't being lynched because of their race, children weren't forced to work 12 hour days in coal mines, and people weren't forced out of their jobs because they didn't agree with the party line of the United States politically. Oh wait, they were. Moral values are redefined every day in thousands of courts throughout the country--with our without the ACLU--and the ACLU is not nearly powerful enough to make flogging Christians in public a mandatory act of free speech ... at least, not yet!

Bernard Goldberg, 100 People Who are Screwing Up America (and Al Franken is #37)
--This guy is a big douche. His prose is terrible, his sense of humor is just knock-off Jay Leno, and, apparently, Michael Moore is doing more to screw up America than anybody else in the world (he is #1, baby). Liberal firebrands Al Franken, Janeane Garofalo and Alec Baldwin make the list, as do celebrities like Courtney Love and Enimem. In a shocker: Rush Limbaugh, Ann Coulter, Sean Hannity and Bill O'Reilly (the latter of two whose shows he's always on as a guest on Fox News Channel--surprise, surprise) don't make the list. Most shocking: John Kerry (who, by the way, is NOT, I repeat, NOT our president) is high up on the list, but George W. Bush--Mr. Late-response-to-the-Hurricane himself--is not on it AT ALL. Neither is Osama bin Laden or Saddam Hussein. I guess that scene in Team America: World Police (2004) where the marionette version of Michael Moore blows up Mount Rushmore is, in fact, wholly accurate.

Barbara Ehrenreich, Bait and Switch: The (Futile) Pursuit of the American Dream
--Having Nickel and Dimed (2002) her way to literary fame by exposing the plight of low-wage workers in the United States, Ehrenreich here shows how silly her notion of the American Dream (i.e. getting a job you hate to afford things you can't have) is by trying to get jobs she is not qualified for. By lying her way into various white collar jobs, she wonders why she is deceived when she doesn't get the exact job or benefits that were advertised to her. It seems that "truth in advertising" goes both ways. I was disappointed to find out that this book has nothing to do with fishing.

Well, that's it for the current crop of political-statement feel-good Books of the Late Summer and Early Autumn. It should be pointed out that I've only read the jacket flaps of these books, and in a few instances, I've only read so far as the title page. Nevertheless, I feel quite confident that I've accurately assessed the merits and demerits of these books. Happy Reading!!

By the way, it appears that Holly's fantasy football team is far from dead, given the lively performances of Terrell Owens and Shaun Alexander on Sunday. Cat, The Full Hot Orator and her minions live on!

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Back at ya

My death pool takes a slightly different form:

1. Marc Bulger, 28, quarterback, St. Louis Rams
2. Torry Holt, 29, wide receiver, St. Louis Rams
3. Terrell Owens, 31, wide receiver, Philadelphia Eagles
4. Shaun Alexander, 28, running back, Seattle Seahawks
5. Deuce McAllister, 26, running back, New Orleans Saints
6. Todd Heap, 25, tight end, Baltimore Ravens
7. Laveranues Coles, 27, wide receiver, New York Jets
8. Sebastian Janikowski, 27, kicker, Oakland Raiders
9-10. The complete defensive lineup of the Carolina Panthers.

You see, I'm banking on Holly's starting lineup for his fantasy football team pushing up daisies in the near future. Of course, as Holly and I are competing head to head, only P. Kitty could possibly emerge victorious. Still, it doesn't hurt to play it safe. And by safe, I mean wish terrible bodily harm to people I don't even know for a meaningless and unimportant benefit to me. Yes, it's time to act like a republican.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

These Boots are Gonna Walk All Over You

Last night, in DuPont Circle (Washington DC), I saw a man, in the 80 degree heat, wearing black shorts and Ugg Boots. ! ?

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Hit to Death in the Future Head

A new item on my Hipster To-Do list is to participate in a Dead [Death] Pool (not to be confused with the Dirty Harry film [1987] of the same name). For those of you unaware of this phenomenon, it's a simple game where you choose ten famous people who you think will die within the calendar year. Well, the calendar year is almost up, so I challenge the Paper Cat in a Death Pool. Here is one list of "contenders," if you need any help.

Holly thinks the following people will cuddle with Death after the Great Fuck of Life between September 11, 2005 and December 31, 2005:

1. John Paul Stevens, 85, associate justice, Supreme Court
2. Gloria Stuart, 95, actress (Titanic)
3. George Steinbrenner, 75, businessman, owner of the New York Yankees
4. Elizabeth Taylor, 73, actress (Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?)
5. Leif Garrett, 43, singer and actor
6. Ray Stevens, 66, comedy singer ("The Streak")
7. Courtney Love, 41, actress and musician, frontwoman of the band Hole
8. Richard Carpenter, 58, musician, pianist and songwriter in The Carpenters
9. Fred Durst, 34, entrepreneur, leader of the band Limp Bizkit
10. Joanie Laurer, 35, professional wrestler

[Why am I humming "Staying Alive" by the Bee Gees right now?]

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Make 'em Laugh

Given the amount of Federal attention NOW focused on New Orleans and the surrounding areas levelled by Hurricane Katrina, our country now stands most vulnerable to a terrorist attack.

This is why I propose a new way of getting information from apprehended terror suspects (either those currently at Guantanamo Bay, Abu Ghraib, or elsewhere): tickling!

Those of you out there who have been tickled know that it can make you feel as vulnerable as Janet Leigh taking a shower in Psycho (1960).

If anybody out there knows whether tickling is allowed under the Geneva Convention, please let me know. For some reason, I just don't think it is. "Coochie-Coochie-Coo ... aw shit, I'm a War Criminal" just don't seem like very likely words to come out of somebody's mouth ... ever.

Tickling is a great way to get information from suspected terrorists because what extremist would ever want to laugh so hard he pissed himself in front of a United States authority figure? That would be too embarrassing, personally and karmically. Can't you just imagine what the interrogations would be like: "Tickle, Tickle. Where the fuck is Osama bin Laden?" Answer: "Oh shit, oh shit, stop it stop it stop it, I'll tell you everything. He works out of an H&R Block in Munich. Oh you're killing me. I'm gonna piss myself. Stop it, oh that Shredded Geneva Convention Feathery Duster really tickles."

(Folks, there is a reason I've never pursued public office.)

Friday, September 02, 2005

Setting differences aside

This like hurricane Katrina have led hipster around the world to set aside their differences and get along. Yeah, this means that I'll go on record to say that even Franz Ferdinand fans and any pitchforkmedia music critics stranded in New Orleans should all get disaster relief assistance.

What I don't understand is why mainstream media sources have sonsistently quoted victims as saying that it has been "every man for himself". Clearly, that hasn't been working. What has worked, is people cooperating. Hmmmm.

What I also haven't liked is the statment that "anarchy" has reigned for storm refugee at the New Orleans Superdome. That is like calling winning the lottery "fortuitous", when it is more precicely "serendipitous". It's hasn't been anarchy in New Orleans; anarchy is something different; hurricane Katrina has merely exposed the disgusting underbelly of a hopelessly corrupt imperialist society that has been exceedingly dependent on a number of things that can vanish quickly.

'Sup

One friend of mine lived (past tense) in New Orleans before evacuating to Memphis before hurricane Katrina. He is the mastermind behind watchmeeatahotdog.com. He also posts for a blog. He was the guy who used to see Fats Domino at the Chicken Box (a fast food place) and tell me all about it. Well, hopefully fats makes it.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Somewhere Safer Where the Feeling Stays

We here at Possible Elitists High on Coffee and Cloves send our deepest sympathy to the victims of Hurricane Katrina.

Unfortunately, when tragedies like this befall the human community, opportunists will exploit the suffering of others for political or economic gain.

So here is my advice to all the assholes out there who want to blame the Hurricane for their specific hangups in life. Following the example of Mad Libs:

________________________ is/are the reason Hurricane Katrina happened.
(Insert predesignated enemy)

Just fill in the blank and say this sentence to a reporter, or into a public microphone or news broadcast, or type it on your blog, and you'll be sure to get your message disseminated. Personally, I think THE WEATHER is the reason Hurrican Katrina happened. Call me crazy ... THE OIL COMPANIES clock in at a not-so-distant second place in the blame game. I'll leave it to others to blame infidels, homosexuals, liberals, meteorologists, aborted fetuses, global warming, Hugo Chavez, al Qaeda, God, G*d, the Bush Administration, or your younger brother for the tragedy in New Orleans, Biloxi and other towns and cities in Louisiana, Alabama and Mississippi.

PS For those readers whose first name happens to be Katrina, you might be glad to know that the thrash-metal band Anthrax went through a similar situation four years ago.

PPS In sad music related news, Fats Domino, who lives in New Orleans, is missing.