The Washington Post recently published an interesting article in which the Senate was, in a sense, redistricted based on more common groupings like class, age, race, or gender (which would quickly put an end to the large group of white dudes who aren’t yet dead). This imaginative scenario is interesting enough on its own, but the breakdown of economic demographics demonstrates a real disconnect in American middle class ideology and American middle class reality.
Imagine a chamber in which senators were elected by different income brackets — with two senators representing the poorest 2 percent of the electorate, two senators representing the richest 2 percent and so on.
Based on Census Bureau data, five senators would represent Americans earning between $100,000 and $1 million individually per year, with a single senator working on behalf of the millionaires (technically, it would be two-tenths of a senator). Eight senators would represent Americans with no income. Sixteen would represent Americans who make less than $10,000 a year, an amount well below the federal poverty line for families. The bulk of the senators would work on behalf of the middle class, with 34 representing Americans making $30,000 to $80,000 per year.
Imagine trying to convince someone — Michael Bloomberg, perhaps? — to be the lonely senator representing the richest percentile. And what if the senators were apportioned according to jobs figures? This year, the unemployed would have gained two seats. Think of the deals that would be made to attract that bloc!
The very fact that urinals have not become known as ‘Urination Stations’ is, to me, an indication of the vast failure of edu-speak to do anything productive for the English lexicon.
I’m fairly certain the meaning of life is to not get eaten by the fast things with sharp pointy teeth, or if one happens to be a fast thing with sharp pointy teeth, help the fat slow things fail at life.
I want to get a group dressed up as redcoats to march on the tea partiers and help them take back the country from those dirty liberals who stole it from its rightful owners so many years ago.
The reason you can’t have fight clubs today is that too many people would be trying for leadership positions to add to their college resumes.
If you’re like me you know about the prop 8 case in California, you care about the outcome, you know it’s probably still going on, and you’d like them to hurry up and get it through the Supreme Court already.After all, I’d really rather this whole case take less time than it takes Jimmie Johnson to win a fifth straight championship.I do, however, have some advice for the gay agenda that I’d like to share.
NASCAR needs a flamboyantly gay driver.We’re talking so flamboyant that he makes the Castro district look tame by comparison; so flamboyant that Jeff Gordon’s old rainbow paint job doesn’t even seem the least bit fruity.Why, you might ask, does NASCAR, a drunken conservative redneck stereotype machine, need a gay driver? A fine question with an easy answer: marketing.Not only should the driver be flamboyantly gay, but the car should be sponsored by the gay agenda, Pottery Barn, Bravo, and Diet Pepsi.In fact, I’m pretty sure you could just plaster Kathy Griffin’s face on the hood and declare mission accomplished.
The real goal for the Gaygenda-potebaaarno-pepsi machine is to dominate the track, thus maximizing the number of times Darrell Waltrip has to say “the gay agenda machine” on a Fox network.There will be one of two reactions, both of which can be used to achieve equality.
1stHaving watched their favorite drivers passed over and over again by the gay agenda Chevy the conservative rednecks will begin to associate the gay agenda, not with two dudes marrying, but that driver who makes wearing advertising chic.Having achieved the redneck dream of a fashion line that allows rednecks to plaster their bodies with as much beer advertising as possible, they will simply not care that Dale Earnhardt Jr is getting blown by the gay agenda in every race, or that the two dudes with the six and nine painted on their chests are in shape, well groomed, and snogging while drinking their import beer.
2nd Their will be an extreme outpouring of rage that Dale Earnhardt Jr. is getting blown by the gay agenda in every race.The outrage will translate into lengthy call in talk show discussions bemoaning that the gay agenda must certainly be cheating and that Junior is being held back by equipment (despite having the best there is), his crew, or, on the occasion that somebody with a college degree calls in, the fact that he sucks.What this really translates is a great opportunity for blackmail.Want the gay agenda out of NASCAR?Well, you’ll have to give the gays marriage.
Let’s face it, more than any sport out there, NASCAR is in need of a little gay.What sport do you know of that puts so much effort into design?You’ve got the cars, the flame retardant suits, the little flag thingies on the poll to tell the drivers where to stop their cars for pit stops, trailer homes, beer drinking accessories, etc…If the Blue Collar Comedy Tour is any indication, the rural south needs a little gay, and fast.
Welcome to the revived Fundamentalist Friday, even if it happens to be Saturday.I’m a college student, there’s other priorities and they’re not all parties.The old concept ranked the top three nutjobs of the week; however, that never really worked out and meant endlessly trolling the nets for material and quotes.If there’s one thing I’m opposed to doing, it’s having time to actually do that sort of thing.Happy Friday:
They were under the heel of the French……and they got together and swore a pact to the devil. They said, ‘We will serve you if you’ll get us free from the French.’ True story. And so, the devil said, okay it’s a deal. Ever since they have been cursed by one thing after the other.
Pat Robertson’s latest quote has thrown a little kink in the Pat Robertson guide to natural disasters.Used to be, when it went down, it was the work of one pissed off God for some reason or another.Luckily, the fix for the formula is quite easy.Where everything used to be a God pissed off about abortion or activist judges, earth related disasters, such as earthquakes(unless they’re stopping a gay pride rally) and volcanoes, are the work of the devil.Weather related and man-made disasters are still the functions of a pissed off God.This still leaves fire and other ancillary disasters like tsunamis and mudslides.I suppose the defining factor here is what originally caused the disaster.Though, tsunamis may likely be the work of Satan implicitly since God won’t stop them and nobody should expect you to stop something you started in the first place. The only exception to all of this is Dover, Delaware, which has an outstanding hit placed on it.Any disaster in Dover is an automatic act of God.
On the other hand, because the far-right can’t get enough of the crusade metaphor (apparently nobody mentioned to Fox News that there was quite a lot of crusading going on in the 12th century), they’ve taken to producing the apt named ‘Jesus rifles.’There’s a fix for this, as I’ve learned from every desired religious display in the Bible Belt, throw in some pluralism, even if it is a menorah made out of 2×4s from Home Depot.The great part, from my perspective as an English major, is the opportunities to inject some alliteration into our massive industrial-military complex.: Moses Mines, Hindu Hand Grenades,Buddha Bombers, Scientology Ships (let’s face it, they’ve already got the experience in running a navy and they can pay out of pocket for general upkeep for the privilege), Muslim Mortars, Wiccan Weapons Control, and Atheist All Night Orgy Emporium.Okay, maybe not that last one, even if it would be the most productive of the entire list.
The odd reality, it’s not more Christian themed weaponry that would actually help.What our army really needs to be doing is plastering as much as they can in the Holy Qur’an.The Qur’an is certainly cheaper to produce than actual armored humvees, and might have the side effect of some of our guys actually reading the book and perhaps developing an understanding of Islamic theology.The best part of this entire plan is that we don’t have to spend billions on testing.Using the Qur’an as a defensive weapon is a tried and true method.Okay, so it was the middle of the seventh century during the Battle of Siffin.It also happened to be two opposing Islamic armies during the first fitna that eventually led to the Sunni-Shi’a split.Still, I think we owe it to ourselves to try.
Now, some of you who know me might be thoroughly shocked, perhaps even headed to your doomsday bunker.How could I thank a talentless hack who has poisoned the cultural psyche with vampires whose tits sparkle?Fret not, I still despise her and wish many an unspeakable ill against her.The thing is, I’m getting to that point in my life where I’m actually expected to make money and/or live in a cardboard box under a bridge.Seeing as my degree is in creative writing, the latter is far more likely.Since I’m not too keen on that, I’ve been considering other options.To that end, I’ve been thinking of starting a cult.
I clearly have a decent enough personality for the job of dear leader, though I suppose I could stand to be a little older, but I’ve got a college degree in the field.If anybody ever does ask you what you’re going to do with an English major, cult leader isn’t too far out of your purview, especially if your emphasis is creative writing. Think of it this way, what are the major functions of a cult leader?There’s two.First, you have to convince perspective cultists that you understand how terrible it must be for them to live with a loving family, with a nice house in the suburbs, and access to most of their materialistic wants.Most people can accomplish this bit without much training and if they lack the skill, there’s always Livejournal.The second function is trickier.Teenagers may be easy pickings, but what a cult really needs is people with some actual cash saved up.For that, you’ve got to convince people that the world is going to shit, that they’re the metaphorical toilet, and that you’re their only hope for salvation.This is where that English degree comes in handy.Not only does it afford you practice in telling elaborate fantasies, but it trains you in the art of nitpicky analysis on various ways that the privileged, hegemonic, white, ruling class aristocracy is running a global cabal to oppress the proletariat.Sure, only some of that may be true and in more complicated analysis at that, but I’m talking about starting a cult, not a MENSA chapter.
The problem with any cult start-up is staying one-step ahead of those pesky deprogrammers who have an irrational problem with my being worshiped as a God incarnate.Fortunately, even in these tough economic times, land prices have dropped and getting that creepy farm out in the middle of nowhere is once again affordable. Plus, I’m a new homeowner and I’m pretty sure I could score some farm subsidies.With the compound in place, that just leaves the ATF to deal with.Since I’m no fan of smoking and guns are out of my price range that only leaves the alcohol, which, I’m sure if we institute a policy of carding should be sufficient.I may be the grand, great, and glorious leader, but that doesn’t mean I’m about to distribute liquor to minors. There’s still the federales, but I’m pretty sure they’re not about to deploy the napalm tanks just to rescue a few Twilight fan girls, especially since I’d volunteer to torch the barn for them, thus saving tax payer money. Given my general tolerance for teenage girls who go gaga over sparkling tits, the mass suicides are going to be happening early and often anyways.
With the aforementioned economic downturn, the challenge for any perspective cult leader is to manage on a rather small overhead.I’m not starting a cult just to be loved and adored. No, like all good cult leaders, I’m in it for the money–a nice healthcare and dental plan would also be preferred.And making money means having growth potential. This is where Stephenie comes in.She’s undeniable made this the easiest time in modern history to start a cult.Forget comets, new millenniums, and skyborn spaghetti, the real potential is in angst ridden, emo, teenage girls at the local Hot Topic whose yearly masturbation habits would, if the technology were to be invented, power Lincoln, Nebraska for a month.Even better, Meyer has taught these depressed suburbanites to define their entire existence through abusive relationships with effeminate men.They’re taught to beg for validation from older males, because, ostensibly, those in their own age group are too dumb to understand them, but unfortunately those older men aren’t dumb enough to care. Hence, this is where your opportunistic potential cult leader can swoop in and grow his numbers, and should the sparkle tits saga continue, qualify for the frequent nutjob discount from the IRS.And for that, Stephenie Meyer, we thank you.
Feministe has a post on the cultural trend of men being the dominate driver in the family. You can read it here. They do pose an interesting question with a rather obvious answer that the article they’re critiquing seriously misses in the first place.
What in the world could be responsible for the fact that when men and women ride in cars together, men are more likely to drive?
As the self-appointed minister of telling people how shit should be I’d like to enlighten the general public of my ongoing with the channel that is still misguidedly referring to itself as “The History Channel,” or something along those lines.While I am ready to forgive their incessant reality t.v. show shenanigans, they’ve already been pushing it for quite some time.At the very least, reality t.v. shows document events that will eventually be history.
On the other hand, their incessant obsession with the future end of the world, the destruction of the earth by a billion different means, obscure predictions based on fluffy lunacy, and an overall dedication to the phrase “oh my god, we’re all going to die” has forced me to revoke their right to the word “history.”On the same note, I am also removing Fox’s ability to use the word “news.”Anyways, there are certain qualifications one must meet in order to use “history.”One of these is that the events being portrayed have, and this is key, actually happened.
Thus, here are some new and approved names for which the History Channel can rebrand themselves:
The OH FUCK! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE! Network
The Disaster Channel
Apocalypse
The ETWN Network brought to you by Michael Bay
In other topics, the tea baggers are continually missing the fatal flaw in their logic behind their small get togethers.They tragically assume that anybody is actually listening to them. Yes, we understand that these gatherings of middle-age to elderly white people are aimed at getting a small group of rich elitests to pay attention, but let’s be honest, how much has your special interest group contributed to their campaign? What’s that, zero?My point exactly.
For those of you who haven’t noticed, Fox has a show called “Lie to Me.”A little bit ironical given their impressive record for telling the truth.
It’s just after the new year, we’re done with Christmas and soon will be well past the unreasonable nonsense of wishing each other a happy year and get on with being perfectly miserable.In few months we’ll have killed off the main character in the Bible tales, thus completing the cycle of Jesus’ inability to get a proper agent.Here he is, most powerful man on the Earth at the time (since being replaced by the Beatles), and he couldn’t even swing being alive for over a quarter of the year.He gets born and then gets killed in around three months.The same story repeated for a bit over a thousand years.We need new material and Jesus needs a new management staff.
First things first, Jesus needs to come out with his autobiography and he needs to do it soon. He’s only got a little bit of time left before Oprah goes off the networks.The autobiography of Jesus is right up here alley as well; he’s not going to want to pass up such a great opportunity. The other issue is branding.We’ve got to start relabeling Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John as unofficial biographies.First off, they can’t even agree on what happened.Second, who asked them? Not Jesus.Had he, you’d think they’d have mentioned that.You know, and Jesus spake onto Mark, “Here is my large file of documents pertaining to my life.Go forth and sort through them to produce a meaningful literary account of my life for others to learn from my example.Also, be sure to include the following…”And there’s serious issues of missing parts in the four accounts: Jesus the rebellious teenager, Jesus and the massive amounts of walking all over the place.These accounts are just too focused on pointing out that Jesus is the son of God and that he died for us.They’re real yawners, especially after the tenth time you’ve been told the story.Quite frankly, we need to know about what made Jesus into the savior of all humanity and we really need his take on the whole dad issue.Certainly having his real dad take no interest in his rearing and then suddenly pop up and tell Jesus that he’s got to die to save all the miserable shits around him is bound to create some tension.An official biography, one that really tries to get to the heart of Jesus the dude, is sorely needed, not just to set the record straight, but to provide new material to talk about after all these years.
The next thing Jesus needs to focus on is rebranding.For too many years he’s let the Jesus brand languish under the incompetent management of the Catholic church and its spin offs.One might even think that the whole being alive a quarter of the year is actually part of the Church’s vendetta against the guy for some of his more liberal statements about not going around being miserable shits to everybody.Christmas is one of the things that needs to be addressed.How would you like to always have your first birthday celebrated every year?Gold, frankincense, and whatever the fuck myrrh is may be great baby gifts, but when you’re twenty and have a closest full of the stuff you really start to wish for socks.We could even start slowly, next Christmas we celebrate his tenth birthday and we all go in on getting him a bike.It’s the least we can do considering we can’t even get the date right.
If we’re going to insist on celebrating the nailing of Jesus to a twig we really need to set a date and stick with it.As Jesus can surely attest, he died on the day he died; it doesn’t change year to year.Plus, seeing as we didn’t get his birthday right, we can just pick whatever date seems reasonable for his day of death.Get together, figure out what week is likely to have good weather and works for most people’s schedule and go for it.Still, we’ve got to get past the whole death thing.The main character getting killed off a quarter of a way through a book would be unacceptable.Would J.K. Rowling still be alive if Harry Potter was killed off near the end of the second book?Well, she certainly wouldn’t be that rich.Luckily for us, the main character in this case is an ethereal deity that resurrects from the grave.Sure, it’s a bit zombie like, except this zombie has cosmic powers and doesn’t hunger for brains.In fact, even returned from the grave he’s a bit of a lovely chap, except for that end of days bit; however, I suspect that was a bit embellished by some jaded would be biographers who didn’t even get access.
Now is the perfect time for Jesus to launch his book.He’s sure to get a huge advance.Just look at how well Sarah Palin’s book is selling among conservatives and she isn’t even a saint.The Son of God is going to fly off the shelves.Plus, a book like this is exactly the kind of proof that atheists are looking for in the first place.It’d even give him a chance to clarify a few things and point out some of the places where humans royally fucked it up.And he needs to act soon before people become even more ambivalent to his cause.People can wait a few millennia, but we’re not all patient individuals.If you don’t show up we’ll find another deity that drops in for tea ever few thousand years.We’re not open to being just another one night stand and notch in the belt of whatever deity happens upon our humble abode.
Sorry to go so long without providing any of my snarky and sarcastic commentary on just how much the world sucks. I was a little busy pulling off upset A’s. Anyways, something that’s come up of late is the issue of Holocaust deniers. Some teacher got suspended over denying the Holocaust in some state that is neither important nor do I care enough to look it up. My real interest in the whole issue is that they only deny the Holocaust. If they can fake that entire thing, who’s to say they didn’t just fake the entire war. Seems to me that our elders made up this whole fantasy story just so that they could guilt trip us into taking care of them in their old age. I’ve even got my bets that they faked the great depression as well. Quite frankly, WWII is just a worldwide conspiracy of the elder to keep them out of the nursing home. We weren’t there. They just expect us to take their word for it that they didn’t cunningly place all that scrap metal and unexploded ordinance all over the place. Yeah, like we’re supposed to believe that Dresden was more than just a giant bon fire? Hitler and Eisenhower probably roasted marshmallows together and made smores.
Get your revenge, put grandpa in the nursing home. Greatest generation my ass. Greatest liars more like it.
The great thing about America is that if there’s a problem, somebody will come up with a solution.Just a little ingenuity and hard work (not valid if you study ideology, you know who you are) can turn you from a retail sales clerk into a millionaire overnight. In fact, some of the greatest inventions have solved problems we, as a nation, didn’t even know we had; like, a lack of lithic pets. Then there’s the Snuggie, America’s answer to the problem of being too dumb and/or lazy to figure out how to put on a sweater.Sure, if you’re like me, and you believe that the proper temperature is just warm enough to keep the houseplants alive, a Snuggie might seem like a great idea.Neglect that the bathrobe has already been invented and that, as a human, you have opposable thumbs, which can be used to put on all manner of clothing that could solve the same problem at, well, free, provided you already own a sweater.
Of course, while you can master the complicated task of sweater wearing, your poor dog is left to suffer.Hence, the Snuggie for dogs.It’s like they’ve never realized that dogs come with blankets pre-installed, it’s called fur.It’s things like this that make me start to think that Osama has a point.Really, I think he’d get a lot more favorably press if he’d just lead his videos with these commercials and point out this is exactly what he’s talking about.Sure, “great satan” may still be a little much, but there are people starving all over the world and we’re putting custom tailored blankets on dogs
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