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October 10, 2005 |
Washington D.C. Junior Bacon Presidentish Bush delivers what many consider to be his most heartfelt speech to date resident Bush's Thursday morning speech to the National Endowment for Democracy was greeted by supporters and detractors alike as an important milestone, outlining more clearly both the president's thought processes and his positions on topics ranging from global terrorism to the increasingly chaotic situation in Iraq.
"Every rose has its thorn," Bush explained, addressing questions about the higher-than-expected casualty rate for U.S. soldiers stationed in Iraq. "Just like every night has its dawn. Just like every cowboy… uhm. Hmm. Yep," Bush nodded to himself in closure on that thought.
"How do we explain something that took us by surprise?" Bush continued after a thoughtful pause, addressing his administration's planning for the post-war rebuilding of Iraq. "Prom...
resident Bush's Thursday morning speech to the National Endowment for Democracy was greeted by supporters and detractors alike as an important milestone, outlining more clearly both the president's thought processes and his positions on topics ranging from global terrorism to the increasingly chaotic situation in Iraq. "Every rose has its thorn," Bush explained, addressing questions about the higher-than-expected casualty rate for U.S. soldiers stationed in Iraq. "Just like every night has its dawn. Just like every cowboy… uhm. Hmm. Yep," Bush nodded to himself in closure on that thought. "How do we explain something that took us by surprise?" Bush continued after a thoughtful pause, addressing his administration's planning for the post-war rebuilding of Iraq. "Promises in vain, what is real but in disguise. What happens now? Do we break another rule? Let the others play the fool? I don't know how to stop feeling this way…" "Hold on to the nights," Bush continued, finding his voice in the words of popular poet Richard Marx before trailing off in dramatic fashion. "Hold on to the memories. Wish that I could give you more, that I could be your…" Bush's comments were met by a stunned silence from the audience, except for one asshole who was waving a lighter. Coming under increasing pressure in recent months to justify the loss of life in Iraq, Bush also indulged the audience with his deepest philosophical thoughts on the subject of war and sacrifice. "We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong," explained Bush. "Lo... Iraq is a battlefield." "Shooting at the walls of heartache, bang, bang. I am the warrior," Bush cocked his fingers in a pistol gesture to drive his point home. "And heart to heart we'll win, if we survive," Bush assured onlisteners, possibly referring to the administration's campaign to win hearts and minds in the Middle East. "Just a little more time is all we're asking for," Bush continued, amid questions of how long U.S. troops will remain in Iraq. "Cause just a little more time could open closing doors. Just a little uncertainty can bring you down. So if you're lost and on your own, you can never surrender. And if your path won't lead you home, you can never surrender." "Never surrender!" repeated an excited Bush, striking something of a pose. Addressing the recent flooding disasters in Louisiana, Bush dug deep again and offered words of consolation to the survivors, returning this week to their destroyed homes and ruined shit. "Don't be afraid to lose what was never meant to be," consoled a paternal Bush. "After the rain washes away the tears, and all the pain, only after the rain can you live again. I know the emptiness you feel inside, you're thinking if you break away, you'll never survive. I'm waiting as my heart beats just for you. Come on and take my hand and I'll pull you through. But things will never change until you want them to." "It cuts like a knife," Bush said in closing, when some wiseacre in the back row yelled a question about global terrorism. "Ooh, but it feels so right." Just when you thought the chance had passed, the commune news went and saved the best for last: this. Lil Duncan is the commune's Washington correspondent, and claims she will retain that title indefinitely, regardless of whether or not Denzel ever writes back.
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Washington D.C. Ansel Evans At the request of reporters, rare conservative female Harriet Miers bowls the crowd over with her "President Fish-Face" impression. The president is clearly worried the joke is aimed at him.   he White House, always on the search for rare species of human beings or close approximations, unearthed an impressive find last week: A female conservative. Defying usual stereotypes, the so-called "right-wing woman" is apparently not a career politician or from the deep rural South. In fact, she's completed higher education and appears to be not at all an idiot of any sort—though field-testing leaves the possibility open. And, perhaps most startling of all, the administration found the rare species in the most unlikeliest of places—within its own ranks.
The alleged female Republican is Harriet Miers, White House attorney and personal lawyer to the Bush clan for years. Born and raised in Dallas, a small state in the country of Texas, Miers earned several accolades for her ...
he White House, always on the search for rare species of human beings or close approximations, unearthed an impressive find last week: A female conservative. Defying usual stereotypes, the so-called "right-wing woman" is apparently not a career politician or from the deep rural South. In fact, she's completed higher education and appears to be not at all an idiot of any sort—though field-testing leaves the possibility open. And, perhaps most startling of all, the administration found the rare species in the most unlikeliest of places—within its own ranks. The alleged female Republican is Harriet Miers, White House attorney and personal lawyer to the Bush clan for years. Born and raised in Dallas, a small state in the country of Texas, Miers earned several accolades for her legal work and previous appointments by Texas governor George W. Bush, no relation to the current president. Though she lacks any bench experience, discounting bus stops, Miers is a respected lawyer, despite being personal attorney to the president and the White House counsel. The president, sorely in need of just such an animal, nominated the conservative woman for the Supreme Court immediately. It's a move that fits the Bush dynasty tradition, given President George Bush I nominating ultra-rare find conservative black man Clarence Thomas to the court in 1990. At the time, the senior Bush ignored several charges of sexual harassment and a bench history of seat-filling rather than leading, promoting the move as a huge victory for diversity. "The Democrats want to cater to special interest groups and make nominations to curry votes," said Bush. "My administration is truly interested in minorities—real minorities. Right-wing blacks, archconservative women, gay members of the NRA, born-again Christian Jews. If you're one of a kind and can't find a friend in the world, maybe I'll put you on the Supreme Court!" Little boy Bush was equally proud of his unique find. "I'll tell you, soon as I found Ms. Miers here, I wanted to mount her," said the president, awkwardly laughing alone at his own joke during the press conference to announce the nomination. "You know… 'mount her' like… like a tiger I hunted and killed or something. Not like… you know. Kill her and stuff her kind of mount her. 'Cause she's rare and all. Special. Not that I wanted to kill 'er or anything. Not really. I just… maybe like a butterfly. Shove a huge pin through her. I'm not really gonna do it or anything, but you know what I mean…" Despite our knowing the intention, the president carried on for a few more minutes to explain the poor joke. Reporters eventually interrupted to ask questions about Miers' qualifications, and the conservative response to the fact Miers has no history on the bench to judge her politics by. "Gentlemen… and girl reporters, too: We can't get side-tracked on politics at a time like this. We were lucky to find a lady Limbaugh fan, and I'm darn well going to make sure she gets rewarded for being one of a kind. We have the space on the Supreme Court now, we needed a woman, and I'm pretty sure she fits the bill. We'll have doctors verify she's what she claims to be, but assuming that all works out, I think you're gazing at one heck of a Ultimate Justice. Whatever they're called." Miers herself towed the official line, pledging her service to the Bush Round Table, but did let slip that years of settling the president's dirty out-of-court business finally paid off. the commune news is still searching for the rarest creature of all—a qualified commune reporter. But he'd probably just quit on the first day anyway. Bludney Pludd may or may not be a correspondent. Wherever he was found, we wish someone would put him back.
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 October 10, 2005 Volume 64Hello commune:
Do I know you from somewhere? I could swear that I do. You seem so familiar. Are you the website where I got all that barnyard porn last year? Thanks a lot, if that's the case. I had to enroll in veterinary school to justify that one to my wife. But no, the more I think about it, that site had more horse cocks than yours. Where do I know you from? Were you the website that told me to buy all that stock in that edible dildo company? Again, thanks a lot. But I seem to remember they had all their fonts in pink. Hmm. Who are you guys? You must have been on the computer during my brother's wedding. Something like that. Weird.
Rick Splitz Old Phone, Vermont
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Hello commune: Do I know you from somewhere? I could swear that I do. You seem so familiar. Are you the website where I got all that barnyard porn last year? Thanks a lot, if that's the case. I had to enroll in veterinary school to justify that one to my wife. But no, the more I think about it, that site had more horse cocks than yours. Where do I know you from? Were you the website that told me to buy all that stock in that edible dildo company? Again, thanks a lot. But I seem to remember they had all their fonts in pink. Hmm. Who are you guys? You must have been on the computer during my brother's wedding. Something like that. Weird. Rick Splitz Old Phone, VermontDear Rick:
According to our exhaustive research and forensic computer analysis, we believe the sites in question to have been BustyBarnyardBitches.com, EatADick.com and DrunkBridesmaidBang.com. As for the commune, we don't believe you've ever visited our site, since we know all of our eleven visitors by IP address and think of them lovingly as family. Which may make it seem strange that we've even bothered to answer your letter, but we're confident that word of its publication will eventually reach you through the grapevine of pedophiles, speed freaks, Oakies, defamed Catholic priests, jigsaw puzzle enthusiasts and sub-Star Trek geeks who read the commune. Take care.
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Dear commune: Please die. Stacey Altamont Redburn, GeorgiaDear Stacey:
Finally, a civil letter we can respond to. Good to hear from you again Stacey. Though we like to honor reader requests when possible (see "commune please cure my cancer," issue 37), we've run into a small problem with yours. Apparently there remain a few antiquated state laws on the books about mass murder within office buildings, even when sanctioned by a total stranger via US Mail. What will they think of next? Making it illegal to keep small children locked in your basement for the purpose of pay-per-view pitbull wrestling? Sorry Stacey, try writing your congressman a letter.
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Dear commune: the commune's retrospective article on baseball pioneer Hank Greenberg ( Big League Jew, July 14th) was both racist and derogatory. No it wasn't. Yes it was. The fact of the matter is that I don't know how I feel about the commune's Greenberg article. And this is a problem. Please make it a point to run articles in the future that I understand my feelings about more clearly. Thank you. Dickie Waters Bleaching, New MexicoDear Dickie:
Always happy to hear from a fan. Actually, we're not. Okay, we are. Hold on. We'll get back to you.
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Milestones1992: Ramon Nootles is married in Las Vegas. It is not the last wedding for Nootles, nor his last in Las Vegas, nor his last making heavy use of alcohol and strippers.Now HiringHooker. Must pretend to be girlfriend while bosses are visiting. Live with handsome bachelor, no sex involved, go on crazy shopping expeditions with high potential for comedy. Should be capable of winning people over with down-to-earth personality. If successful, will go on to become full-time beard for obviously gay attractive man. Top Box Office1. | Ashley Judd's Weird Appeal | 2. | Black Man Down | 3. | The Royal Waterbong | 4. | Trailer for Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones | 5. | Freddie Prinze Jr. Smiles Dumbly For 90 Minutes | |
|   Fox Disappointed by Desperate Alien Prison Escape Ratings BY orson welch 10/10/2005 I have a long list of things I would rather do than review movies like the following, but unfortunately, none of them pay anything. Trust me, every week I check again. Eating chocolate? Nope. Masturbating? Nope. Getting kicked in the nuts with pointed-toe boots? Well, yes, but Steve-O has that market cornered. I suppose this is my niche. So let’s niche the crap out of it.
In Theaters:
The Interpreter
A sharp, taut, tense, nail-biting, thrills-a-minute suspense movie would’ve been a drastic improvement over this by-the-numbers political thriller. Sean Penn stretches his range as a guy not interested in politics and Nicole Kidman plays a woman of some sort. Causes of the day are tossed about and a dozen near-misses are sewn in to make a smar...
I have a long list of things I would rather do than review movies like the following, but unfortunately, none of them pay anything. Trust me, every week I check again. Eating chocolate? Nope. Masturbating? Nope. Getting kicked in the nuts with pointed-toe boots? Well, yes, but Steve-O has that market cornered. I suppose this is my niche. So let’s niche the crap out of it.
In Theaters:
The Interpreter
A sharp, taut, tense, nail-biting, thrills-a-minute suspense movie would’ve been a drastic improvement over this by-the-numbers political thriller. Sean Penn stretches his range as a guy not interested in politics and Nicole Kidman plays a woman of some sort. Causes of the day are tossed about and a dozen near-misses are sewn in to make a smart Hitchcockian film more cock than hitch. I don’t want to ruin the ending for you, but it’s a good one—it does end.
Kingdom of Heaven
Orlando Bloom is the most attractive man ever to fight the Crusades. About as edgy as a rusted butterknife, the film imposes this-minute morality on a time period which could have really been examined for deep meaning in today’s political environment, had it been examined by a human being rather than a soulless Hollywood tool. But this is not war and remembrance, it’s hack and slash, blood spatter, body parts flying through the air, and long, long, lingering close-ups on actors to convey how sad it is when millions of people die in vain. Shucks, that’s just awful. And so is the film.
Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
How do the pants fit the fat girl? C’mon, Hollywood, I need better science in my pre-teen coming of age dramas. Ah, screw it. So it’s sentimental clap trap targeting young female movie-goers—no surprise there. But one more movie this lousy clogs up my local cinema and I, too, will be targeting young female movie-goers. With a high-powered assault rifle. Nothing personal. I just will not attend a theater that will draw an audience like the kind who flock to see this movie. These pants are shoddily made.
Kicking and Screaming
I’ll take "The Only Way You’ll Get Me into Another Will Ferrell Movie" for 1,000, Alex. Captures all the edge-of-your-seat thrills of soccer along with the intellectual brilliance of every Saturday Night Live sketch ever. On another quick note, director Jesse Dylan is the son of the world-famous Bob Dylan. Talent apparently not only skips a generation, but works like reverse karma on your kids. I expect to hear more from Jesse Dylan soon, like on an episode of Biography, talking about how his dad was always too busy with his music to teach him anything about storytelling.
That’s it for me. I could amaze you with some clever departing wisdom, but I fear this string of movies has succeeded in making me semi-retarded. I can still wash windows and pump gas—they’re designed to leave menial labor skills intact, I believe—but doing much else is extremely difficult. Maybe I can recover by next edition if I give up watching film altogether until then. Wish me luck.   |