A Journal about Electoral Tyranny, the dullness of mobs, and diminishing returns.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Special Victory Units

Sorry if i seem to be withholding on the next installment of the Rape Joke That Is January Primaries, but...well, i've been gettin' some more some than usual-ally some-sum.

Some what, prithee mayhaps?


Massaging The Glass Teat



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Some focal examplary specifics for our coming Green Man Memorial Enclosure Expo:


That's OUR Surplus, Slicke!



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Enclosure is Thier™ Process. Some humans do require a kennel, to be sure. Even some dogs who never personally never ate chickens and weren't running with a pack on a given hypothetical night still, perhaps, need to be denied access to the Public Commons.


FunctInstruct: HowTo Insure Denial of Parole



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That's right, Charlie can't surf. Never killed anyone, wouldn't even be culpable as a Driver or for Aiding and Abbetting.
I still say i agree with the panel. Dude's a liability. The rest of the Population has free, unrestricted access to the Resources of the Commons as a basic Civil Right, yes?

HELLS NO.

That ain't right.


Bob's Alright



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I know we're NOT a Democracy and all, and it appears as if this is by your Choice, BTW; but still...


DemoKrazy

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...am i supposed to believe that you approve of continued ineptitude and...well, just general impotence and faggotry in the more than merely lackluster performance of the CADS (Civilian Advisory Death Squads) who get rubber-stamp certified by the School of the Americas? Now that it's changed name-charters to...WTF...St Mary's Rape College? Shit, i can't remember right now...BRB...


Boy's Life



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...W/e, i'll look it up later. Point is, they're all fucking sickos, yeah, but they're also creepy, closeted fags from pussy neighborhoods. They suck. I think we should've cut our losses after the Bay of Pigs and outsourced to Mongol or Cossack thugs.

Oh wait, the Soviets. Right. Gotcha.

Not a problem now; it's a Brave New Globalism. Look! There's a Hun below!


Žižek-a-lackin'

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Oh yeah. One more thing: Revolutionary Theory Is Neither.

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Friday, October 12, 2007

Sideswiping

Introducing Bambi, SpecialOps' new puppy, keeping Iraq cute.



Slow newsday here in the Kiosk Under The Light At The End Of The Tunnel™.


Maybe.


I mean, some soldiers getting a new puppy and all aside, i just can't pick a proper carwreck out for allz'yallz. So i went to FuckedCompany to check in on the current corporate corpse count calendar.


A wholey-owned sub-blog of the Oligonomy Capitalist System.


No help from the cheerleaders of internet marketing, i guess. Usually one's adversaries provide ample fodder for straw men to disembowel in lieu of having a an insightful or even coheirant point, but Pud's different like that.


He's just so...likeable.


Marketing. Neccesary Evil, rooted in Money. Exhorbitantly demanding of it's own recompense for it's Labor, which consists of busking and hooking target consumers for the overall Profit of the Client. Clients may be Neccesary Evil, Luxury Evil, or just plain old Mom-And-Pop type Evil.

J/K. They can be Neutral Evil, too. Like me, only with money. Like PBS. W/e. We're boardin'.


Pud - Fuck


Well, that'll show the Oligopsomy a thing or two about Internet Commerce and Intellectual Property, huh?

Forward along the Great Shinning Uncharted Path Leading From The End Of The Tunnel!

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Thursday, September 20, 2007

Pre-Post Singularity Primer: Tools That Kill


God - Body Horror

American Thanaphilia:


A dual presentation of martial tools and current US DeathCulture popism


intended for the edutainment of our CoOperative(s) in the World's Largest Democracy™






Kunai with Slit-Skirt.




The flint hand-axe has been a favorite amongst tent-warming concubines for aeons, although many prefer a properly lethal ointment.



The business end of a poleaxe has a continuity of blade that celebrates simple ergonomic truths.

The 120cm reach of this poleaxe provides sufficient leverage and momentum to require bolstering the handle.




Clockwise from left: Gris-gris candle; machette; Insipid Pop Culture; Maha Deva Kali Maa (colour'd wrong, a choking hazard); 12 gauge shotgun, .38 and .50 calibre shells; Stealth Bomber; and golf ball.
The most lethal? The orange Molitor no.1.
Golf kills.

PopcultureVultures may want to take note that the oversize Marciano spread is from the 2004 rollout by Guess?, 24 pages of Paris at her GildedGutterSnipe best, shot by Ellen Von Unwerth (whose name really says it all), and is for sale.

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