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Semi-Important Thoughts on Truth and Football

Two unrelated but equally intriguing thoughts have been rattling in my brain over the Thanksgiving holiday. Oddly, it’s taken a fair bit of moving around the procrastinating in my schedule to find the time to formally write them down. While it’s true that the magnitude of my procrastination has reached epic proportions, I am yet to completely veg out and abandon all conscious thought.

Let’s start with the trivial—and like most trivial concepts, we’ll begin with the wide world of sports and entertainment. When Michael Vick, convicted superstar of the Eagles (convicted of taking part in the systematic fighting and execution of dogs, not specifically of being a superstar), was accepted to the Philadelphia team, he was met with a fair level of dissent. The rally cries were either “Torture Vick the same way he tortured helpless animals” or “Give Vick a Second Chance.”

Both of these statements were short-sighted and made hastily with no real sense of what the fuck Vick as a human being was (and certainly still is) capable of. It seems that when celebrities, athletes, or marginally talented famous people are convicted of a semi-serious criminal activity, they are treated with the most delicate sensitivity by the majority of Americans.

E-A-G-L-E-S EAGLES!

I’ll explain. So often do we hear the naïve battle cry of, “Celebrities get away with everything.” And, of course, this is true. The rich do enjoy a certain buffer zone within the laws many of us take for granted. A parking ticket or traffic violation that may take groceries out of our budget could quite easily be pennies and pocket fluff for someone else.

Automobile violations aside, how often does our celebrity culture jump to the defense of the rich and famous when they’re taken in for a crime that would land any “normal” American either behind bars, or up to their tits in court fees and bail costs?

Stop me if any of these sound familiar: FREE WEEZY, FREE WINONA, OJ’S INNOCENT, GIVE VICK A SECOND CHANCE!

The truth is that Vick has had several blown chances (not as many as McNabb though! ZING! No, I don’t give a shit) and his true nature is simply ignored and pushed aside in favor of him being a possible golden ticket to the Super Bowl.

Meanwhile, celebrities who’ve really done nothing wrong but be cocky, arrogant douchebags are vilified despite their undeniable talent. Just ask a bunch of Football fans what they think of Kanye West.

Changing gears on the conversation a little bit, I wanted to touch on an issue that’s already been covered at length. That issue is, of course, simple-minded, willfully ignorant, probably racist, redneck conservatives. Specifically, the notion their acceptance and/or denial of the necessity for proof.

As a self-proclaimed reasonable, rational, and often skeptical human being, as I may rightly or wrongly assume most of you are, I can honestly say that I do my best to seek out proof of stories and new bits of information before I accept or deny them. If no solid proof is available, I’ll generate a reasoned opinion based on the facts available depending on who they information is coming from. But, obviously, you know all of this already, because you, like me, live in the real world.

You and I live in a world that is almost certainly godless; a world where people are only as good as the content of their character; a world where judgment is only passed based on outside factors like racism, jealousy, bigotry, love, honor, or stupidity…not in the unseen and unknowable opinion of an obsolete bronze age deity.

Yet, to the faithful—that is, to the stubborn and myopic faithful—god, faith, stereotypes, and misplaced ideologies are the only things that seem to be accepted with no determinable evidence.

But where do they put their collective foot down when it comes to the “burden of proof” in the 21st century? Obama’s Birth Certificate, Global Warming, Evolution, Healthy Living, and whether or not it’s actually Michael Jackson’s voice on his first of inevitably too many posthumous albums.

I don’t mean to be alarmist, but I don’t think our species has long left.

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The People for Basil Marceaux

Surely–by now–you’ve seen, or at least heard about, the internet phenomenon called Basil Marceaux. What started as a Tennessee local news open forum for Marceaux to present his reasons why he should be elected Governor turned into a worldwide clusterfunny at his own expense. For those of you who haven’t seen the “video that started it all,” take a look:

I wouldn’t hesitate to call Marceaux an American Hero; as not doing so could and should label us hypocrites…potentially. He (supposedly) served as a Recon Marine in some war at some point, making him a Veteran of the armed forces for–shit–at least a semi-legitimate period of time. He’s also a self-described “Great Man,” which you could pretty much just accept as truth, because–what the hell? How can you deny the legitimacy of a disciple of the new Republican party with 3 teeth to his face who introduces himself as “BasilMarceaux.com?”

The deeper you dive into the man’s existence, the more precious treasures you resurface with. His website–his own handiwork–reeks of unfounded superiority and delusions of grandeur. The mechanics of his overall concepts and ideology concern me greatly; however, his past failed attempts paired with the fact that he only managed to rake in about 1% of the vote give me an unparalleled degree of optimism for humanity.

Here are some of my choice excerpts from his website (and don’t worry about having them taken out of context because, honestly, there is no context):

I argues that the county legal system makes most of the oath takers to break their oath and to refused to listen to U.S, Supreme Court order to balance the budget through False arrest, linking the county to Slavers, Kidnapper extortionists. Racketeers, jury fixers, and all felony crimes.”

“Education, let us put phonics back in school if you can not read you can not do History, Math, English. And that where we are now. Let make it mandatory in high school to read the minutes to the U.S. Congress, the Congressional Globe the real history of the U.S”

“Things I done for my citizens”

“WHAT IMPORTANT

1. Education
a. School violents
b. Add reading of the minutes to the U.S.Congress mandatory
c. Get more of the lottery money to 1-12

2. Equal Health care
a. a free gift program
b. take a look at and redo all mandtory insurance programs
c. See why dental is not in most plans a tooth aches hurt more than a back aches and no teeths depresses people”

Ultimately, we have one person to thank for this continuous political fuckery: Sarah Palin. I know what you’re thinking…”Sarah who?” But, yes, for those of us who choose to remember she exists, the former Governor of Alaska may be solely responsible for the political Dark Age we currently find ourselves wrapped up in.

Not only did Palin make it acceptable for the ignorant and dumbfounded to hurl themselves into the political spectrum, she also made it standard operating procedure. Somehow, some way, it has become noble and respectable in the Republican Party to be an irresponsible and arrogant (what’s the politically correct term?) shit-for-brains.

It is through this notion that political discourse has become less about the motivations and ideologies of the people in question and more about their ability to dress themselves in the morning. Unfortunately–because we’re the greatest country in the world (love it or leave it)–we are responsible for exporting this brand of political caricature to the rest of the Western world.

Basil Marceaux is a nincompoop, but you didn’t need me to figure that out for you. There is no conceivable danger of him ever being elected to anything. But that’s not to say that Basil Marceaux will disappear or fade into obscurity. This recent meme created by his television appearances (and pretty much any video where he opens his mouth to string “words” together into “sentences”) will almost certainly spark the imaginations of those who identify with his “politics.”

From this, many more Marceauxs will emerge.

Consider Basil Marceaux as the average redneck fucktard. All they need is someone who can formulate these ideas and concepts into comprehensible language and then they will have a viable candidate. And while we can rest easy knowing that there are bright people in this country who would never let such a thing happen, we must also keep on our toes–because after all–Palin was elected governor of a fucking state…and let’s not forget who led this entire country from 2000-2008.

But for now, have as much fun as possible being in on this nationwide joke at the expense of a fat, slow-witted, toothless Veteran called BasilMarceauxdotcom. I know I will. Amen, and everyone, have a nice day.

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ICP has done it AGAIN!

Is there no peak to the Insane Clown Posse mountain of triumph? It seems that whenever they reach a plateau of great magnitude, they only decide to look up and climb higher. It’s no secret that ICP is universally considered one of the greatest modern rap/rock groups in existence, but I didn’t think they could ever outdo themselves like this, their most recent release!

The term “miracle” is rarely used as haphazardly as it had once been. Medical breakthroughs or ridiculous occurrences that fall outside the realm of known explanation are often given the title of “miracle” while researchers get to the bottom of it.

Don't judge me!

For example, a Croatian girl has recently awoken from a coma speaking fluent German. That’s fucking weird!

But nevermind shit like that. Why aren’t we asking the real questions? The important questions need to be considered–and thank christ we have talented and philosophic musicians like the Insane Clown Posse to really put the magnitude of our Universe into perspective.

I don’t want to place myself on a pedestal anywhere near as high as ICP. I mean, I’m down with the clown as much as the next guy, but I their music can be so mind-alteringly genius that I must only humble myself and look up to them not only as my heroes, but heroes for the entire country.

FREE THE POSSE!

Purely for the sake of education, I would like to set this time aside to dissect and consider all of the difficult, dark, and enlightening questions posed by Mr. Joseph Bruce and Mr. Joseph Utsler under the guise of the “wicked clowns” Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope. And to think–our brightest philosophers used to have silly names like Plato and Aristotle. JUGGALO 4 LYFE!!11!

To put this into perspective, let’s just list a few of the things that ICP thinks are “magic” or otherwise immensely perplexing:

Oceans, stars, the sky, mountains, trees, the seven seas, everything chillin’ underwater, hot lava, snow, rain, fog, long-neck giraffes, pet cats and dogs, childbirth, the Sun, Moon, and even Mars…the Milky Way and fucking shooting stars.

Grab yo hatchet and let the Faygo flo!

UFOs, a river, gardening, waterfalls and pyramids, things kids believe, fucking rainbows after it rains.

Feeding pelicans, the idea that you can’t see sound, music, the idea that you can’t hold music…and that it’s just there in the air.

Pure motherfucking magic.

Water, fire, air, dirt, and fucking magnets!

courtesy of Ryan Sun

The idea that scientists are all liars and don’t know about magic. Solar eclipse and vicious weather. Fifteen-thousand Juggalos together.

A caterpillar turning into a butterfly, the idea that your children resemble you, crows, ghosts, a midnight coast?

The truth is, I really wish I had an answer to give them. When I think about the weight of the universe and the implications that they’re making through this song, I have to say, “Magic is everywhere in this bitch.”

…or…

Perhaps the purpose of this video–and for the Insane Clown Posse in general is to keep up the notion that they’re playing music for the downtrodden youth, the kids who get picked on, and the boys and girls who want to rise up and say: “Fuck the world!”

But who is their audience, really? 12-toed inbred redneck hicks and pieces of shit from Jersey.

it's true.

The reason they can get away with writing a song like this–and making a video for a song like this–is simple: Magic.

There exists a certain level of inexplicable magic in this country that somehow, some way, causes individuals to be so supernaturally retarded that they:

a) Don’t know how fucking magnets work.

b) Think that this bullshit is legitimate music that should be taken seriously.

I’ve had my disagreements with Insane Clown Posse fans in the past, and they tend to make some attempt at the English language, so I can’t fault them completely. I do realize that I am building up what will inevitably be another wrath of angry ICP fans as well.

But ICP fans fucking should be angry–not just at the world for asking them how they manage to dress themselves in the morning–but at ICP for keeping them unified in a subculture of obvious and arrogant stupidity.

Whether you write, sing, or listen to a pride-ridden rap song about the “magic” of long-neck giraffes, you’re fucked…and if this song gets anywhere near the top of any iTunes or Amazon list, so is our society.

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The Other Side of the Olympics

I’ll say it so you don’t have to: The Olympics are fucking boring. Yes, I recognize the athletic achievement and national pride (blah blah blah) that go along with this ancient sporting event, but it sucks. It’s not fun to watch and it’s even less fun to hear people talk about.

That’s right–Americans don’t give a shit about the Olympics. They don’t. Yes, the Olympics are viewed by millions and millions on TV, but that’s only because we–as Americans–feel that we have to watch it. Aside from Hockey and the Little League World Series, how often do we get to rub the world’s nose in the fact that we’re better at everything?

Oh, right…every day.

Also, trust that your most talented winter Olympic athletes are most likely the same fags that you won’t allow to get married or join the military. Take Apolo Ohno–amazing athlete–looks so much like a lesbian that you’d half-expect him to be pregnant on Entertainment Tonight.

(Not a Lesbian)

It’s not fair to the rest of the world that we kick so much ass. That’s why we have to let Canada win sometimes. We should have a “Special Olympics” (no, not that kind of Special Olympics)–an alternative Olympics that includes activities and events that Americans may not be so fucking good at. Feel free to send me your suggestions, but I’m pushing for:

Drug Dealing, Child Sex-Trading, Manufacturing Anything, Test-Taking, Slave Labor, Foreign Languages, and General Passion About Anything…just to name a few.

It truly bothers the hell out of me that Saudi Arabia isn’t winning the big gold. Perhaps if we had an event for Sodomy or Rape, it would increase the odds a little.

You know there’s nothing sexier and more exhilarating than blatant disregard for human rights.

What really boggles the mind is that even in the dullness of the event, there remain those who choose to protest its continuation. It’s hard to tell if the protesters are simply reacting to the Vancouver location, or if they just hate the Olympics in general. If the answer is the latter, I suggest they just tune in to the CBS fucking golf fucking tournament.

The Olympic Resistance Network (a bunch of dicks), presumably made up of alcoholics, hipsters, and drug addicts who needed something to do rationalizes their destruction and threats by claiming some ultimate goal of returning the land to Native Indians–or if not, just get some public housing projects going.

You live in your parents’ basement, what the shit do you care about public housing?

The reality is that the Olympics are so lame that putting on a mask, smashing windows, and vandalizing cars has become the better option in Vancouver.

At what point does an event that prides itself on pushing the limits of human achievement simply become a twisted reality show? I promise that when the Olympics are moved to FOX and the name is changed to Let’s See Who Lives, the whole world will be much more interested–or at least I’ll be.

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Joe Versus The Insano

By now everyone has heard about the devastating quake that hit Haiti that has taken 50,000 lives. The thing about disasters is that it brings us together to help those in need. Be it donations, donating blood, etc. It also brings uneducated, ignorant, self righteous assholes out of the sewers and into the media. The uneducated, ignorant, self righteous asshole I’m going to be talking about is Pat Robertson.

I go on twitter and look at the trending topics and see Pat Robertson. First thing I think of is, oh wow Pat Robertson is dead!

Which I tend to think with any name of a celebrity that comes up in a trending topic (You do it too). Then I thought, there’s no way he’s dead, my birthday isn’t until the 21st of this month! So I go click and sure enough, Pat Robertson has something to say about the tragedy in Haiti. Can’t wait to hear this from the same guy who said things like “September 11th was our fault.”

This is what Mr. Robertson had to say:

Ah, the prophet has spoken!

Now normally I wouldn’t be wasting my precious words ( and they are precious. In fact I tried to get Hallmark to make a Precious Moment figurine of me holding a bottle of Jack Daniels with a cig hanging out of my mouth with the word “Achiever” on the base. So far they haven’t gotten back to me..) on this turd but I have Irish blood coursing through my veins.

The burden of this is that I get angry very easily and have to react and vent. Otherwise I would go to the mall and just start running around punching people (Don’t pay $150 for a pair of jeans! Nuff said!). If I didn’t react and write this I’d be failing as a Super Dude and I would be letting you fine citizens down.

So Pat came out and said this horrible event was ” A blessing in disguise.” going on to say the destruction in Haiti would give them a chance to rebuild. That makes perfect sense Pat, I empty my checking account all the time in hopes that I’ll get free money back in! What? That Never Happens?! Ah shucks! I don’t think it’ll be that easy for Haiti either.

I also don’t believe that right now they’re thinking, “Gee my whole family is dead, I have no shelter… but at least we can rebuild now!” Ignorance is a word that just doesn’t cover that statement. Haiti is one of the poorest countries in the western hemisphere. They don’t even have the equipment needed to clear the heavy debri cause by the quake to save their own people.

To say they should be happy that this happened to them so they can rebuild is nothing short of evil. There’s 500,000 casualties. Buildings can be replaced over time, those 500,000 human lives can’t.

Pat also went on to say that the Haitians made a pact with the devil to drive out the French occupation in the 19th century. Whether this is fact or forklore is a moot point. Who hasn’t made a pact with the devil for something?!

Jesus Christ...Brad and Angelina can't save EVERYONE!

I made a pact with the devil to drive George W. Bush out of office and guess what, HE WAS ELECTED A 2ND FUCKING TERM! The way I look at it, I have no faith so saying that because the Haitians made a pact with the devil, they’re cursed, this happened to them, and you hope they turn to god is just like saying, ” They made a pact with the Easter Bunny, this is what they get, I hope they turn to Santa Claus.” It’s just silly.

At the same time you can’t take anything the man says too seriously. He’s like a monday morning quarterback with dementia. Something terrible happened and it’s someone’s fault. It doesn’t help anything nor does it mean anything.

It’s just someone wasting too much oxygen with too much time on their hands. He just happens to have a mic. If he didn’t he would be no different than the crazy guy walking downtown handing out pamphlets saying “DOOMED!” and they would go right in the trash.

In closing, this scumbag is a living cartoon character. I can prove it in this clip. If you don’t laugh at least once during this clip, please have yourself committed to the nearest institution.

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The Top 10 Most Batshit “Yahoo Answers” Questions

Remember that show, Kids Say the Darndest Things, briefly hosted by Bill Cosby? Essentially, Mr. Cosby would interview barely coherent children about real world shit and then make a goofy face or sarcastic comment when they replied with a nonsensical answer. I can’t imagine why it was ever cancelled. By now those kids are all grown up and asking retarded questions of their own.

Yahoo! Answers, a web-service whereby anonymous individuals can post a question which others will attempt to answer in a timely fashion, is full of these inane and unpredictably stupid questions and concerns that real people felt strongly enough about to ask millions of people. Here are some of the best of the best…

10. Is it ok to cheat on my gf if its to help her?

“i accidentally got herpes from my ex gf and then i started dating this other girl who i really like. the only problem is she doesnt know i have herpes and she wants to take things to the next level. i really dont want her getting the herpes so is it wrong if i have sex with someone else before her to pass the herpes onto them instead so she doesnt get it? i dont want to cheat on her but its the only way to make sure she doesnt get my herpes and then once ive passed it on well both be clean!”

Answer: You, my friend, are a borderline hero. Barack Obama needs to give back his Nobel Peace Prize and it should be awarded to you. You’ve made science fiction into science fact!

9. How do I know if my Internet is on?

Answer: If your eyes are bleeding, your internet is on.

8. Can I get my mom pregnant?

“After I masturbate, I wash my hands in the bathroom sink. My mother also uses this sink. How probable is it that she will become pregnant?”

Answer: This may come as a surprise to you, but this is actually how you were conceived.

7. My baby has red hair. I don’t like red hair?

“Can you dye the hair at 2 months?”

Answer: It’s too late, I’m afraid. You’ve already made the biggest mistake possible–you gave birth to a ginger.

6. If a vagina isn’t used can it heal up and close?

Answer: Yes. You have to use it at least 10 times per day.

5. I’m concerned that my son has a secret girlfriend?

“My 17 year old son has been very secretive with me lately, recently he has started to refuse to go to church with the family and tonight when I was going through his room I found a magazine with naked men in it. He obviously has a girlfriend that he is hiding from me that brought that magazine into my home and I am afraid they are having intercourse and I am greatly concerned that he is going to get her pregnant.

What should I do about this?”

Answer: It is clear from your predicament that you’re obviously quite a rational and observant human being; therefore, the only advice that I can possibly give–the advice that would undoubtedly assist you the most–would be to recommend that you become a fish.

4. How turn computer monitor into mirror?

“Hi. Does anyone know if it’s possible to use a background that would essentially turn my computer monitor into a mirror? Scanning a mirror doesn’t work.”

Answer: Turn your computer off. Can you see yourself in the black screen? Good. Now never turn it on again.

3. Why are the holes in cats fur always in the right places for their eyes?

Answer: Actually, interestingly enough, 3 out of 10 times, the cat’s fur is put on backwards causing it to shit out its mouth and talk out of its ass–just like you.

2. How to get a human girlfriend?

Answer: It is unlikely that someone who phrases a question like this will ever know a woman’s touch. It is entirely likely, however, that the individual who phrases his question like this is not entirely human, himself.

The dust on his feet complete this portrait of a big baby.

1. When ants start to swarm your semen, is it a sign that your blood glucose level is high and you are diabetic.?

Answer: Allow me to answer your question with a question of my own…Were you jackin’ it at a picnic?

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‘Jersey Shore’–Now You’re Fucking Stuck with it

The MTV masterpiece Jersey Shore premiered this past week and the media is already foutraged (fake-outraged). Have we not seen this shit before? How many times have the socially bewildered and functionally retarded been wheeled out for our amusement via Reality Television?

From obviously staged and/or encouraged cat-fights, to douches being douches, MTV has never disappointed its Mongoloid audience (and, of course, I use the term ‘mongoloid’ with as little respect as humanly possible).

Luigi is no longer the most annoying wop on the planet...

Jersey Shore is barely in its infancy and public officials are already throwing it under the bus. Italian-American community leaders (i.e. The Mafia) have expressed their extreme distaste with the repeat use of the term “Guido” on the show…and the newly invented term–which I can’t wait to use: “Guidette.” Now that’s class.

Critics of Jersey Shore, especially the Italian-Americans need to ‘fugget-aboudit,’ or in other words, shut the fuck up! Stop pretending to be offended and stick to what you’re good at: cooking, organ grinding, and domestic violence.

On the subject of domestic violence, this little gem hit the Internets recently–just about as randomly and aggressively as this bitch gets hit in the face:

 

Sweet chin music. A symphony of raditude. That bundle of irritating tits is Snookie, one of the seemingly endless number of reasons to completely avoid watching Jersey Shore.

Complaints about this scene have caused MTV to pull the clip from their show, much to the disappointment of sadistically optimistic individuals such as myself.

The largest dissent on Jersey Shore has been the portrayal of Italian-Americans in a negative light. If only there were some prominent Italian leader to dispell the rumors that all Italians want to do is hit people in the face…hmmm…

Listen up, greaseballs: this isn’t an ethnic sitcom. It’s a reality show. These people are portraying themselves in a negative light. That’s how people get famous. Them’s the rules.

And who made these rules? You did. We all did. This is our fault. You and I are just as socially responsible for Jersey Shore as its producers and advertisers.

On the subject of advertisers, Domino’s Pizza has pulled its ads from the show, saying:

“We just have chosen not to be on that particular show. The content of the show wasn’t right for Domino’s.”

‘Wasn’t right for Domino’s?!?!’ Jesus Christ on a Panini! You’re a fucking pizza company! What better way to promote your company than overpaid half-homo dagos pissing on the history of their ancestors and kicking defenseless sluts in the cunt?

So don’t pretend you “didn’t know” that this show would be an offensive clusterfuck of twenty-something male idiocy and the sleazy hijinks of crusty, over-sexed borderline retarded “guidettes.” You knew and you did nothing to stop it. You embraced Jersey Shore…and now you’re fucking stuck with it.

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On Life’s Major Disappointments

alexbwFollowing a severely damaging loss by the Phillies on Halloween night, I couldn’t bring myself to feel much more than a long line of painful fucking disappointments. What’s the old saying? “When life gives you lemons…kill yourself.”

This all spawned from one deep and emotional conversation involving a childhood memory and a long strand of let-downs beginning with a toy maker 1994.

There was this guy called Robert B. Fuhrer, who did not have a very good name to be in the toy industry in the first place. If he was getting into this business, he should’ve changed his last name to FUNner or something–just so he didn’t sound like a fucking Nazi.

Anyway, this Nazi started his career in 1990* with an instant classic game called Crocodile Dentist. It became an instant classic when every douchebag kid would cry until they got it, only to find out that the game sucked ass.

If you don’t remember–or you had a shitty childhood–Crocodile Dentist consisted of players taking turns yanking out the teeth of a helpless plastic animal before his jaw snapped shut, pinching or dislocating your fingers.

Then, the Fuhrer turned around and said to an imaginary associate (for the purpose of this fake story), “You know what kids would love more than jamming their fingers into a heavy plastic trap?”

“No, what?” responded the imaginary toy-maker.

gator golf

HOLY SHIT!

“A golf game that throws the ball back at you!” Fuhrer screamed in his stupid face.

The imaginary toy-maker thought about this for a while, and soon responded, “Sounds like the greatest fucking idea I’ve ever heard in my entire fucking life,” which was an odd manner for an imaginary employee in the toy industry to conduct himself.

“But,” continued the fictitious man, “You’ve already done a Crocodile game…what did you have in mind for this one? A Hippo perhaps?” Because Hippos and mini golf merge so well together.

“No!” exclaimed the Fuhrer while shitting his pants,”Crocodiles! Crocodiles all around!”

And thus, Crocodile Golf was born–and then promptly changed to Gator Golf, because it sounded more bad-ass.

If you don’t remember Gator Golf…what’s wrong with you?

Look at how much fun those fucking kids are having! They’re even willing to trust an Alligator in a suit (something you should never ever do) just to play it!

Then, they talk their functionally retarded dad into playing it and he fucking misses. How?!

His son knows the score though…he basically screams, “Get out of my way, faggot! I’ll show you how men play golf!” What a great sport.

So how did Fuhrer contribute to my crippling depression? In the commercial, they raise the question: “What could be greater than golf with a gator?” A charming and praiseworthy rhyme, I must say.

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cocky little pricks

But the question is what bothers me so much. What could be greater than golf with a gator? I don’t know! And I fear that I’ll never know. Every moment of my life is an agonizing step backwards, forever chasing that ultimate high which I know I will never again achieve.

What could be greater than golf with a gator? Nothing. And when this is how you live your life, every day god is mocking you.

Alex G/

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Hipster on S-E-P-T-A

davebwLet me tell you the story

Of a bearded Hipster

and his tragic and fateful time…

Hipster grabbed his bike

and kissed his Vegan Girlfriend

Went to ride on the Frankford Line

Hipster

Hipster

Did he ever return,

No he never returned

And his fate is still unlearn’d

He may ride forever

On the Market-Frankford

He’s the Hipster who never returned.

El oh El

El oh El

Hipster swiped his Transpass

At the Spring Garden Station

With his bicycle lock and chain

When he sat down, some Punks

locked his bike to the seat,

Hipster couldn’t get off of that train…

Dont let it end...

Don't let it end...

Did he ever return,

No he never returned

And his fate is still unlearn’d

He may ride forever

‘neath the streets of Fishtown

He’s the Hipster who never returned.

The streets of Fishtown

The streets of Fishtown

Now all night long

Hipster rides through the tunnels

Crying, “What will become of me?

How will I get to my Pabst

in West Philadelphia

Or my cousin in Nor’Liberty?”

Clark Park, West Philly

Clark Park, West Philly

Did he ever return,

No he never returned

And his fate is still unlearn’d

He may ride forever

Under Powelton Village,

He’s the Hipster who never returned.

WKDU, Hipster Radio

WKDU, Hipster Radio

Vegan Girlfriend goes down

To Girard Street station

Every day at quarter past two

And through the open window

She hands Hipster falafel

As the train comes a’rumblin’ through.

It looks like poop

It looks like poop

Did he ever return,

No he never returned

And his fate is still unlearn’d

He may ride forever

Under 56th and Market,

He’s the Hipster who never returned.

University City IS West Philly

University City IS West Philly

As his train rolled on

underneath the river wards

Hipster looked around and sighed:

“Well, I’m smelly and disgusting

And my skinny jeans are crusting;

I guess this is my last long ride.”

Its beer!

It's beer!

Now all you Philadelphians,

Don’t you think it’s a scandal

That the Hipster has to sit and whine?

Fuck the Saviour!

Vote for Larry West!

Get poor Hipster off the Frankford Line!

The Savior

The Saviour

Or else he’ll never return,

No he’ll never return

And his fate will be unlearned

He may ride forever

On the Market Frankford

He’s the Hipster who never returned

phila maneto!

Dave Grow

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Commercials Will Make You Crazy!

joegCommercials that don’t make a god damn lick of sense! The whole purpose of a commercial is to sell a product. These particular commercials (by my standards anyway) fail to do so.

Visa:

This particular commercial features a father taking his daughter to the aquarium on a Tuesday afternoon. Which is why they play The Moody Blues – Tuesday Afternoon. Excellent song choice and the commercial is narrated by Morgan Freeman. (the man could make a Preparation H commercial sound poetic.)  Sounds like a winner right? Good setup , the music fits perfectly, the narrator is an academy award winning actor, sold right? WRONG! WRONG WRONG FUCKING WRONG! This commercial gives me Nam flashbacks! I WASN’T EVEN IN NAM! If you’re familiar with the slasher film genre you’ll know that the basic scare tactic used on the audience, is a false sense of security followed by something terrifying jumping out at you. Same thing happens in this commercial. Wait for it at 0:27 .

Holy shit right?! What the fuck was that thing!? That kid looks like a combination between a hobbit and a chucky doll! The only thing this commercial has sold me on is Pro-Choice.

Medicine Shoppe:

I can picture the marketing meeting. Hey, what’s one way we can make senior citizens not worry about the complications of prescriptions and assure them that they can trust our pharmacy to care to their needs and handle their medication correctly and responsibly? I know! Let’s make these old fuckers look like something out of George Romero film!

Nothing makes you look forward to growing older than that commercial right? In fact, I’m going to pay a visit to the medicine Shoppe, buy a pack of razor blades, and swallow em’!

Lolliard Anti Smoking AD:

This is an oldie but a creepy. Remember kids,it’s much better to go into a dark alley with a guy who was probably a former member of the gestapo and have him shove a needle through your tongue than to smoke a cigarette. Strange older men who like inflicting pain on teens = Good. Smoking a cigarette = Bad. I hope you learned something today! And dude… a tongue piercing?!

Broad View Security : The Ex

The title right there sounds like a B movie slasher flick. Starts out with a girl standing at her door step with her date in the pouring rain, she tells him, “I’ve just got out of a bad relationship”, he cuts her off and says,  “it’s ok” and pulls one of those awkward , “well I’m not getting fucked tonight! ” smiles.Then hilarity ensues!

Stalking is a very scary thing. I’m not sure if a home security system is the best counter measure against a crazed ex but let’s play devil’s advocate and say the sales strategy of selling a home security system geared towards frightened women is good. You might want to work on the details of story.

OK…when creepy ex is out there parked outside the house. The date doesn’t get very far before the creeper jumps out and runs towards the house. Either the date is really pissed he didn’t get any and thought, have at the bitch! Or he’s just a moron and it was a good move on her part to not have sex with him to prevent the chance of accidentally creating dumb ass offspring. You think he would’ve noticed a big dude launching himself out of his car towards the girl’s house.

Now there’s where I disagree with a home security system geared to protect a woman from a crazed stalker ex boyfriend. If you’re that crazy enough to wait outside a person’s house until they get home, kick down the door, I don’t think a blinking noisy box will stop you. To someone that crazy, he doesn’t really give a shit if he’s going to get caught, his main intention is to cause harm. It’s not like a burglary where the perp needs to stay in the house for an extended period of time to look around and take your valuables.

If the neighbors are alerted, he needs to get out quick. In that case, a home security system seems a bit more practical. The crazed ex turns more into a joke than something scary. I mean the guy kicks the door down like he’s some kind of macho viking ( TAKE THAT YOU FUCKING DOOR! RARGHHH!!), the woman screams get out!

Then he pulls some kind of stupid face like OH NO! SCARY NOISE BOX!!! Then runs like a toddler with a load in his pants!

Frosted Cheerios:

A commercial for Frosted Cheerios I’ve seen recently. Again. What the fucking fuck.

Because this picture speaks a thousand words...

Because this picture speaks a thousand words...

What the hell! He was trying to butt rape that kid!!! He wanted to put something in HIS Frosted Cheerio! Did you see him try to drag him back into the room?! What was that?! That poor kid! Holy fuck I need a drink now.

Neckline Slimmer:

What if I told you that in just two minutes a day,  you could turn yourself into a bobble head doll? Watch this and find out how!

This is mostly an attack on product more than the commercial itself. I don’t think I have to explain myself in this one, but if you are a cave troll who doesn’t know that spending $19.99 on this useless piece of crap is utterly ridiculous, please slap yourself in the face for the entire duration of this commercial. Paul Younane? More like Paul Youassthatsadumbidea!!

Head On:

A bullet! Applied directly to the forehead!

You’d never think that a commercial selling a product to stop headaches would cause one. Well you are wrong friend. You are wrong. I know your argument will be, “Well Joe, doesn’t a commercial that creates headaches make you want to buy the product to stop it?” No. It makes me want to buy another TV set after throwing my remote through it and an apology to my neighbor for going insane and setting the top of his head on fire.

Finally–the dumbest commercial I’ve seen. It’s a local one too! This is from Robbins Diamonds on Jeweler’s Row in Philadelphia.

It starts out nice and romantic. Then BOOM! The cackling laugh of an old bar maid enters and you suddenly have chills up your spine. And the actress! I could get more acting ability from the homeless guy that lived in my old neighborhood who used to pee on the wall of the bank and dance! That man had talent and could be a DDR wizard!!! He sure as hell could’ve acted better than that PEZ dispenser of a woman. Way to sell! And those eyes! Those soulless eyes!!! Terrifying.

Well that’s it folks. If you have an idea for a commercial. Get a test audience. PLEASE.

If anyone else would like to post any other horrible commercials they’ve seen, I encourage you to provide a link in the comment section below! Happy hunting!

Joe_G

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