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Liberals Struggle for Nice Things to Say About Reagan

June 14, 2004
Flatbush, NJ
Sloe Lorenzo
Americans, liberal, conservative, and regular, join together in a show of solidarity to visit Reagan’s casket, as long as they don’t have to say something nice about him.
T
he death of former president Ronald Reagan was followed by a week-long awkwardness as non-conservatives, especially the left-leaning and liberal-slanted individuals across the nation, searched for something socially acceptable to say about the late Californian.

The normal mixed feelings of seeing a longtime political adversary take a dirt nap were compounded by the unrelenting, merciless coverage of sunny-side up Reagan throughout the week since his death on June 5. For liberals, who had previously been pouring on the rancor against two-dimensional Reaganite George W. Bush and his re-election campaign, the "sudden" death of the 93-year-old ex-president and conservative icon created an uncomfortable air for expressing their views of the modern political climate, and the right-...Read more...


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May 27, 2002

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Bush Knew All Too Well

Did President Bush know about Osama bin Laden's terrible plans before September 11th? You bet your flight-school-flunking ass he did.

On August 19th, the CIA intercepted a top-secret communication between bin Laden and one of his top aides. Does the phrase "up your nose with a rubber hose" mean anything to you? Exactly. The CIA transmitted this translation to the president later that day:




oSamaYomama17: Hey diddle diddle, Malcom in the Middle.

die4aLLah: wasssssssaap, bitch?

oSamaYomama17: Ain't a thing, dawg. We still on for Allah's House Party?

die4aLLah: huh?

oSamaYomama17: Shit. Am I the only one that reads these code booklets? You know, the thing? Praise Allah, you stupid. I'm surprised they even let your ugly ass into flight school. You know, we gonna blow up them buildins and the White House or some corn field out in Pennsylvania or some shit? What, you got something else going on that week?

die4aLLah: Aw, right. Shit yeah dawg. I read ya. I though you wuz talking bout the J-lo concert on Sunday. I'm witcha. Death to them hatless motherfuckas! C;-P

oSamaYomama17: Ain't that some true shit. We still meeting up at the mall later?

die4aLLah: Without a doubt. As long as you're still not cruising round in that tired old head...Read more...


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December 9, 2002

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If I Were a Carpenter I Would Build You a Home Out of My Heart

Nancy, sweet Nancy—my heart beats for you and you alone. To see that smile of yours, though the teeth are somewhat crooked, is the only thing worth living for. I would do anything in the world to show you the vastness of my love, like Brando's ass.

If my heart were made of wood, I would break apart the lumber and build you a house, a house made from my heart. You could live in my heart literally the way you do metaphorically now. Sure, my heart is kind of small, I would have to make the walls extremely thin, and we're not talking any kind of mansion here, but a shack—a shack made of love, from and out of my heart.

Even if this were not the case, if my heart were just my heart as it is now, sinew and muscle, probably more muscle, I'm not really sure of the make-up of the human heart, I would still build you a house. It would likely be grotesque and hideous, and haunt you in your nightmares, and once again, would be extremely small and thin-walled; but it would not stop my building it. I would not stop building it even if you demanded I stop, for that is how much I love you: Enough to not listen to you. The only thing that would stop me would be my death, which likely would have occurred as soon as I ripped my own heart out.

Perhaps I could live on an artificial heart. Artificial, like William Shatner's hair. I understand people can only live so long on artificial hearts, so I definitely would have to work fast. It would be a rush...Read more...


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“You can't tell me what to do. Unless I was already just about to do the thing you said. Then I'll do what you say, but not because you said to do it. Hold on; let me draw up a flow chart.”

-Pistain Johnson
Fortune 500 Cookie
In retrospect, it was a mistake to name your jewelry store "Who Faahted?" Try learning a new song this week: Everybody's sick of the theme from Ice Pirates. You'll get lucky in the market this week: all your stocks will plummet, but you're going to get laid by a butcher. This week's lucky terms of endearment: Ninjatits, Daddy's Little Freebaser, Grape Ape, President Precious, Monsieur Brabuster.


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BY Violet Tiara
3/19/2007
Nice Smile
Teeth made from beef
are a source of great grief
for Leif
and a thief
with the brief name of Queef.

Chewing with meat
is a feat
quite neat,
but a taste far from sweet
when heat
makes meat
excrete.

The Dentist,
an apprentice,
was a Chicagoland menace.
Making each venture
into dentures
an indentured adventure.
Making each meaty teeth-clencher
a thirst quencher
I'm then sure.

A mouth full of pork
would go well
in New York
when torque
from one's fork
would uncork the sound "Bjork!"

But teeth made from sow,
wow
far better than cow.
Much tougher to plow
through your chow
or mention the Tao
or murmur a...Read more...

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