I've never seen anything like this done on television before. I was watching David Letterman last night and saw that Mary Hicks was going to be on the show and Dave explained that she was comedian Bill Hicks' mother and then went on to explain about Bill Hicks' last appearance on the Late Show in 1993.
For whatever reason, Dave thought Bill Hicks' routine was a little too rare to air so he censored his act, in fact, stopping it from appearing on the show that night. (They tape several hours earlier in the evening.) Bill Hicks' passed away less than a year later of pancreatic cancer.
Fast forward 15 years or so with Letterman feeling he had done Bill Hicks a huge disservice, invited Bill's mother to come on the show and he finally air that comedy bit of Bill's last night.
The way it stands, I've got to admire that David Letterman publicly admitted his wrong move and tried to smooth it over as best he could. Lettermen sure was one arrogant s.o.b. back then. I don't think there's anything nefarious about his gesture and maybe more people can appreciate Bill Hicks' talent.
Fear and Loathing at the Super Bowl (by HUNTER S. THOMPSON, 1974)
". . .and whosoever was not found written into the book of life was cast into the lake of fire..."
— Revelations 20:15
This was the theme of the sermon I delivered off the 20th-floor balcony of the Hyatt Regency in Houston on the morning of Super Bowl VIII. It was just before dawn, as I recall, when the urge to speak came on me. Earlier that day I had found — on the tile floor of the Men's Room on the hotel mezzanine — a religious comic book titled "A Demon's Nightmare," and it was from the text of this sleazy tract that I chose the words of my sermon.
The Houston Hyatt Regency — like others designed by architect John Portman in Atlanta and San Francisco — is a stack of 1000 rooms, built around a vast lobby at least 30 stories high, with a revolving "spindletop" bar on the roof. The whole center of the building is a tower of acoustical space. You can walk out of any room and look over the indoor balcony (20 floors down, in my case) at the palm-shrouded, wood and naugahyde maze of the bar/lounge on the lobby floor.
Closing time in Houston is 2:00 AM. There are after-hours bars, but the Hyatt Regency is not one of them. So — when I was seized by the urge to deliver my sermon at dawn — there were only about 20 ant-sized people moving around in the lobby far below.
Earlier, before the bar closed, the whole ground floor had been jammed with drunken sportswriters, hard-eyed hookers, wandering geeks and hustlers (of almost every persuasion), and a legion of big and small gamblers from all over the country who roamed through the drunken, randy crowd — as casually as possible — with an eye to picking up a last-minute sucker bet from some poor bastard half-mad on booze and willing to put some money, preferably four or five big ones, on "his boys." Go Read More »
This is the real Hunter S Thompson's 1974 Rolling Stone piece. I was living in Virginia Beach, VA, when this article came out. Gas was being rationed; I was 6 months pregnant. The Exorcist had just come out at the movies. Hunter framed this period of my life. If you got Hunter you got me. Besides Dylan, he was my Guru and every time he would hold forth I'd devour every single morsel. You've got to remember that this kind of writing (gonzo journalism) was rare in the 70s.
The Bumbling One has left the building. The banal demon has been forcibly sucked back into the horror-movie canister from whence he escaped eight years ago, and reburied in the back yard of your darkest Ann Coulter nightmare. Dubya, W, Shrub, the Decider, Chimp, Junior, Boy King, Smirk, he ambles no longer across the stage of our collective outrage. The easy punch line is no more.
DOPE, is a 1968 documentary of the London drug scene. Featuring Donovan and Australian artist/dancer Vali Myers, the spectre of underground folk legend Geno Foreman, Marianne Faithfull talking about poppers, Syd's (Pink) Floyd in full UFO freakout mode, The Fool and mainlining in Richmond Hill, Dope is the definitive document of counter-cultural life in the capital during 1967.
Mere words cannot adequately describe this visual montage documenting the bohemian London drug culture of the late sixties...as they shoot up, eat, talk. In the spirit of the era’s avant garde film movement and evoking the subversive work of Andy Warhol, Jack Smith, Stan Brackage, and even Dennis Hopper’s Easy Rider, Dope never spares its audience a break . . . Dope is more underground than the underground. It’s sub-underground.
"Light and atmospheric, this is a heady drama perfumed with scenes of heroin and hashish."--Ira Cohen
Film by Flame Schon, aka Diane Rochlin (in collaboration with the late Sheldon Rochlin). link
Vali was certainly Melbourne's most recognizable bohemian artist in recent years. Clad in flamboyant gypsy style, with flaming red hair, featuring intricate tattoos (even around her lips), looking remarkably young for her 70-odd years and usually with a young male lover in tow, she was immediately recognizable in the streets and haunts of Melbourne. (via)
Patti and Vali - 1973 is a short film/documentary by Sandra Dailey. The film shows Patti Smith having her knee cap tattooed by Vali, and also features an off screen commentary by Smith. And Vali, The Witch Of Positano.
The Outré Gallery are proud representatives of rare prints by the legendary Vali Myers. (born: August 2, 1930 – died: February 12, 2003)
In 2008 Fraser Clark announced that he had inoperable liver cancer and a farewell Megatripolis was held on 13 November.
He passed away on Wednesday, January 21, 2009.
He was such a sweet spirit and touched many people that, like myself, never met him. Two months ago he was given 6 - 12 months to live and went sooner than expected. I experienced a very similar situation. My sister also had liver cancer and I went with her and heard her doctor tell her that she had 6 months to live, yet 6 weeks later she was gone. When I heard "6 months" I didn't imagine it would be earlier than that. Fraser's family and dear friends may have thought about it that way, too.
Fraser was publisher of the Encyclopedia Psychedelica and Evolution and UP!, a weekly ezine newsletter that I've quoted here through the years. And there was also Megatripolis.
"Here’s the Rude Pundit's deal: we’ll be bipartisan if you apologize.
Not just an eye-rolling “We’re sorry.” Not good enough. We each need to come up with a way for Republicans to apologize. For the Rude Pundit, it’s simple. Blow jobs. He wants to get blow jobs from Republicans.
Every time he meets a Republican, he wants to just point at his cock and have them nod, get on their knees. And blow him.
He walks into Mitch McConnell’s office, he wants an immediate appointment for him to suck it. If he heads over to the Republican Party Headquarters, he wants to leave there raw. He goes into the Fox News bureau, he wants Greta Van Susternen on him like a Hoover on deep pile. That’s how you’ll apologize.
He doesn't know what everyone else wants. There might be a whole lot of sucking and licking going on. And would that be a bad thing after eight years of getting raped?"
Make your own "Obamicon" — your image in a style inspired by Shepard Fairey's iconic poster. I wasn't very creative here with mine but there are some pretty good ones posted.
Mickey Rourke Actor Mickey Rourke just won a Golden Globe for his work on the film The Wrestler and will probably win an Oscar as well. Everyone seems to be rooting for the resurrection of Mickey. Perhaps no one harder than I and others that can relate to his story of destruction and resurrection. The movie is remarkable.
Christopher Walken, who has known Rourke since their days at the Actors Studio in the mid-'70s, recently caught up with him in New York. (photo from interview) Whether it was hubris or humility that drove Rourke to walk away from acting 17 years ago and resume the boxing career he began as a teenage welterweight out of Miami, only to return a decade and several concussions later with his hat in hand and little goodwill on his side, the fact remains that the film industry, despite its lack of anything resembling conventional wisdom, can sometimes show flashes of unwitting intelligence and allow a second act. Because actors like Mickey Rourke don't come along once in a generation, let alone twice.
So here's round two, or is it 10, with the championship contender humbled, through the ringer, looking for one more chance, asking for another shot. And because it's cheaper to buy low than to buy high. And because sequels are good business. And because everybody loves a good redemption story. (via)
Sometimes when a man's alone, all you got are your dogs and they meant the world to me. --Mickey Rourke, during his acceptance speech for Best Actor at the Golden Globes.
If I didn't already love Mickey Rourke before, I have tons of love for him now. Fellas, this is how you successfully balance your manly side with your feminine side. And he's a PETA supporter.
In the past week, I’ve twice been close enough to Dick Cheney to kick him in the shins.
I didn’t. It’s probably a federal crime of some sort. But a girl can fantasize. I did, however, assume the Stay-away-from-me-you’ve-got-cooties stance that Jimmy Carter used when posing with Bill Clinton at the presidents’ powwow in the Oval.
The first time was Tuesday, when Cheney left the ceremony where he gave the oath of office to senators. The senators seemed thrilled, especially Joe Biden, who was getting sworn in for just two weeks and was excitedly showing off a family Bible the size of a Buick. But I thought it gave the ceremony a satirical edge to have the lawless Vice presiding over lawmakers swearing to support and defend the Constitution that he soiled and defiled — right in the heart of the legislative branch he worked to diminish.
The second time I crossed paths was Thursday night, at a glitzy party at Cafe Milano for Brit Hume, stepping down as a Fox anchor. It required extreme defensive maneuvers — much zigging and zagging — to avoid Cheney, Wolfie and Rummy, all three holding court and blissfully unrepentant about the chaos they’ve unleashed on the world.
“My conscience is clear,” Rummy volunteered to Bob Woodward...
...From Gaza to the unemployment figures to the $10.6 trillion debt, things keep spiraling while W. keeps fiddling. Just as when he was in the National Guard and didn’t bother to show up, now, as the scabrous consequences of his missteps shake the economy and the world, he doesn’t bother to show up. He’s checked out — spending his time on more than a dozen exit interviews that do nothing to change his image as a president who was over his head and under Cheney’s spell.
Carter County man surprises wife, names baby Sarah McCain Palin
from the page: People can be passionate about their politics. Consider, for example, the name given to a baby girl born last weekend to a Carter County (Tennessee) couple: Sarah McCain Palin Ciptak.
While that’s the name father Mark Ciptak of Elizabethton put on documents for his baby girl’s birth certificate, it isn’t the name he and his wife originally agreed on. And it isn’t the name his wife, Layla, thought the baby was given.
When you're a progressive and you're from the south amongst the many Redneckersons, it's a lifetime embarrassment of "riches" like this you have to try and overcome.
Summary: On Glenn Beck, Ben Stein, while discussing Sen. Barack Obama's plan to deliver his speech accepting the Democratic presidential nomination at Denver's Invesco Field, stated that he did not "like the idea of Senator Obama giving his acceptance speech in front of 75,000 wildly cheering people." Stein further stated:
"Seventy-five-thousand people at an outdoor sports palace, well, that's something the Fuehrer would have done."
Each television station gives a platform to a right wing stooge and Glenn Beck is CNN's token idiot.
Dennis Hastert, having spent a block as an environmentalist, trundles over to his idling Suburban to burn oil the rest of the way back the House, where he’ll circle the block at 15 mph for an hour, do fishtails in the parking lot, then try to knock over some trees. (AP)
Denny Hastert would rather die a thousand deaths than ride more than a block in one of your pussy FUEL CELL CARS.
January 26, 2004
"Why would he want to rape her? She doesn't look like a day at the beach," according to a transcript reviewed by the Orlando Sentinel. During proceedings in the rape case Monday before the prosecutor and defense attorney, Judge Stephenson looked at a photograph of the battered victim and made this assinine comment. [via: disinfo]
January 3, 2003
Haven't given out my "Dickhead Award" in quite some time. The award is presented to someone in the news who's done something so radically stupid that you want to say, "What a dickhead". The honor goes to the Tennessee officers who shot and killed this family's dog while they were mistakenly stopped as suspects in a felony. The officers pulled him over and the passengers were ordered out of the car and handcuffed. Then they drew their guns on this family returning from a family visit. The dogs travelling with them also jumped out, as the family pleaded to let them close their car doors, and one officer shot the family pet's head right off in front of them all. Said the daughter, "I had never seen my father or brother cry until that day." The family was able to carry home the remains of "Patton" where they buried him in their backyard. This family lives in the next county over from me. CNN is also airing this story.
April 3, 2002
I think it's about time to bestow another "Dickhead Award" on a deserving soul. Texas Court Acts to Clear 38, Almost All Black, in Drug Case in Tulia, Texas. Tom Coleman was the lone police officer who's sole word sent 38 mostly black citizens to jail for a series of drug arrests that tore this town apart. Most have been jailed the past 3 or 4 years. Conceding that they had made a catastrophic mistake in relying solely on the uncorroborated testimony of an undercover officer, Texas is in the process of overturning those convictions. Swisher County is to pay $250,000 for immunity. They probably better dig a little deeper. Mr Coleman, I give to you my "Dickhead Award" for being one. Now, how are we going to let YOU make amends?
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My Mother in east Tennessee got a form letter from Sarah Palin (Love, Sarah) yesterday with an offer to send in and "accept Alaska's FREE travel guide, and visit us soon."
Can you be any more transparent? This idiot has gotten so used to being in the spotlight that she must be jonesing big time to send out this mass mailing on Alaska tourism.
"Senator Al Franken. He's good enough, smart enough, and doggone it, he got enough votes enough to kick Norm Coleman's ass in Minnesota." -- Steve Young
Kucinich Raises Questions about Military Aid to Israel
Despite a rising death and injury toll, U-S government reaction to the conflict in Gaza has been slow, with few lawmakers making public statements about the crisis, including President Elect Barack Obama. But a former presidential contender - Ohio Congressmember Dennis Kucinich - took his time on the House floor today to raise questions about the U-S relationship with Israel - whether or not continued military aid to the county is a violation of the Arms Export Control Act.
Representative Dennis Kucinich: "I oppose Hamas' rocket attacks on Israel. The rocket attacks, even to try to end the blockade, have no moral justification, are illegal and must stop. But how can Israel claim self defense when it bombs Gaza which has no army, no air force, no navy and has been under a constant blockade? How can Israel claim self defense when its bombs destroy UN schools, killing children? The children of Palestinians and the children of Israel both deserve life. But the lives of the children of Gaza are cynically discounted as "human shields".
Dennis Kucinich is no stranger to being the lone voice of dissidence in Washington, DC. By the way, I'd like to see him get a respectable Obama appointment.
Deitch Project Gallery January 09, 2009 — February 28, 2009 18 Wooster Street, New York
Rock on Mars, a retrospective exhibition of the work of Stephen Sprouse, will transform Deitch Projects’s 18 Wooster Street gallery into a realization of Sprouse’s rock and roll futuristic vision.
Stephen Sprouse (1953-2004) was one of the most influential fashion designers of his time and a key figure in the dynamic mix of punk rock, wild style graffiti, and street influenced fashion that characterized the downtown New York community in the early 1980s. He was one of the first to build on the influence of Andy Warhol to create a fusion of art, music and fashion. He continued on a course that disavowed any division among these fields throughout his career.
In conjunction with the exhibition project, Marc Jacobs has created a new collection for Louis Vuitton, inspired by Sprouse’s famous collaboration with Louis Vuitton in 2001, which featured the classic monogram bag scrawled with Stephen Sprouse graffiti. The new limited edition Stephen Sprouse – Louis Vuitton collection will be available in Louis Vuitton stores worldwide from January 9, 2009, the opening date of the exhibition.
Stand-Up Comedy at the Rocket Club, Wednesday Jan. 14th
Distinctive Laughs Comedy has been offering quality, alternative stand up comedy shows around bigger cities on the east coast, including Charlotte, Asheville, Greenville, Athens, and Atlanta. Distinctive Laughs is teaming up with Athens based Loft Comedy and Asheville’s own Rocket Club to present the Beards of Comedy Tour on Wednesday, January 14th at 8 PM.
Admission is $8 at the door, general seating. Doors will open at 7:00pm and the show will begin promptly at 8:00pm.
The Beards of Comedy Tour is comprised of four seasoned and bearded comedians, in a unique format that blends stand-up, sketch, and audience interactive comedy. The show is 90 minutes or more of nonstop laughter, with several surprises in store.
Footage of Israeli helicopter firing what appears to be WP on the streets of Gaza. link
Israeli ground troops and tanks cut swaths through the Gaza Strip early Sunday, cutting the coastal territory into two and surrounding its biggest city as the new phase of a devastating offensive against Hamas militants gained momentum. (Jan. 4) link
WHITE PHOSPHORUS STORIES MOSTLY IN INTERNATIONAL PRESS - The international press cannot go into Gaza to cover the war and are reporting a mile out from the borders.
I'm somewhat surprised I didn't already have her cataloged here at EBC so here's some illustrations of this visionary. Do we overuse that term, visionary? It's applicable here. Believe it.
Big Active has the best collection of Vania's work online.
1. I once drove the Goodyear Blimp. (My Dad was a Goodyear exec.)
2. The FBI had a file on me when I was 15. They'd heard about the curtains I'd made from real flags and really took a dim view of it.
3. I have had many fun hitchhiking adventures.
4. I am a huge Simpson's fan and named my website after an episode.
5. I've been divorced once. I was devastated.
6. Used to have a classic cherry-red Studebaker [car].
7. Took ballet, acrobatics, and tap for years growing up with my sister.
8. I have two children.
9. I have lived in 2 different co-existing communes in rural Tennessee, in Venice Beach, CA, in Atlanta, GA, and briefly at the Chelsea in NY. Met a few characters there.
10. I bought my first twelve-string guitar when I was 17 from Dunham's in Asheville, NC.
11. I used to belong to the Mickey Mantle Fan Club when I was 11 years old. But I also really liked the great Roger Maris.
12. I still meditate and do yoga daily.
13. I probably had more fun in my old navy VW bus (that I painted the moon, sun and stars on), than anything. Many taboos were slayed, initiations held, and numerous trips were taken. This was 1969-70 when they were still quite unique.
14. I was a bartender for a dozen years. It was my evening job.
15. I met my husband while I was a bartender.
16. My husband played lead guitar in the band where I was a bartender.
17. I recently had a milestone birthday.
18. My favorite food is coconut shrimp.
19. I used to be embarrassed by the fact that I'm such a sports enthusiast, but now I celebrate it. And I love to play golf.
20. I am a big Duke University Blue Devils Basketball fan.
21. I have had some of the same best friends for over 35 years and we're in contact every week.
22. I am a recovering drug/alcohol addict; and have been drug-free since 1991; and only 4 or 5 drinks since then. No dope. Marijuana doesn't count.
23. Some of my very best friends weren't able to do the same thing and have already passed on far too soon.
24. I miss my best friend, Janet. She was a nurse who succumbed to the occupational hazard. My very best friend since 13.
25. When I was young, my mother taught our neighbor to sew and the neighbor gave me piano lessons.
26. I used to jog eight miles a day.
27. And I worked out literally every extra minute I had during the day.
28. This exercise blitz was supported when I was a full-blown cocaine addict.
29. I had two car wrecks as the driver by the time I was fifteen years old. It's probably why I worry so much about my teenage daughter in a car.
30. I like making quilts, wall-hangings, clothes, anything on my sewing machine or by hand. I've made two quilts by hand.
31. I didn't learn to sew until I was over 30 and made all my young daughter's clothes, some of mine and some of my husbands.
32. I was first paid to sing when I was just 14 at a place called the "Waggon Wheel". They passed around a cigar box and took up a collection for me.
33. I persuaded them to let me sing "Play With Fire" & "Time is on My Side" [Stones] & "Eve of Destruction", "Don't Think Twice". Where else was a 15 year old girl going to get this opportunity in Smalltown, USA? I later sang in 2 different bands after being a street musician.
34. I am the oldest of two daughters.
35. I have a rescued mixed breed (golden retriever/chow) dog named Buddy.
36. My favorite color is black.
37. My dad passed away in 1990 on my daughter's 2nd birthday. I still miss him madly. Everybody loved my Dad.
38. I once took Prozac for depression. Not long after losing my Father.
39. I don't recommend stopping it abuptly. I was weeding by moonlight in a manic frenzy soon after a self induced withdrawal.
40. I used to wear glasses but at my last DMV trip they said I didn't need to wear them to drive so I think my vision is improving with age. Pretty strange.
41. I believe marijuana should be legal. I know. You're surprised.
42. I registered to vote in 1972 to cast my first vote against Nixon when he ran for president. He had visited my college campus in 1971 and it was the first big organized protest I went to.
43. I protested against the Vietnam War in DC and at college many times and have only been maced twice and detained once. (I got to sign myself out.)
44. My family nickname for me is Sude or Sudie.
45. I like to play Mah-Jongg.
46. I was confirmed an Episcopalian, and so is my family.
47. But am currently a practicing Buddhist We attend in the back of a bookstore.
48. I still cling to many Sixties ideals--1) Love everybody. 2) Share what you have. 3) Whatever gets you through the night.
49. I am a compulsive list maker and organizer.
50. If I had been born a boy, my parents were going to name me Mike.
51. I first went to see Jimi Hendrix on May 9, 1969, with Bill Sherrod. I was 16 and was so excited I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
52. My great-grandmother died just a few years ago when she was 107.
53. My husband has never worn a wedding band. He also doesn't like to wear a watch or earring or necklace. I'm sure there's a good story there somewhere but he's not talking. But a pocketwatch works fine for him.
54. My husband always plays guitar left-handed upside down, like Hendrix, and has cut a few records back in the day. He actually had the same producer as Jimi. (Or was that the same manager?) My husband has lead a very full life.
55. Being a mother is everything it's cracked up to be. It's my greatest joy.
56. I believe everyone should try LSD once in their lifetime. It's certainly a mind-expander and helped me fast-forward my thinking in my formative, early college years. So I majored in psychedelics in college the first time around. I went back again for another degree in 1992.
57. My husband just found out he has Type II Diabetes.
58. He also has Hepatitis C
59. So does my sister.
60. Christmas 2003, she was very ill and in the Intensive Care unit for 10 days. Real touch and go not knowing if she'd make it. I don't know when I've been so scared. (UPDATE: See #66)
61. Trying to cope and adjust with everyone around me being ill.
62. Who am I? Queen Bringdown and the Buzzkills? Pass that spliff and stay awhile. You want more? I really don't enjoy talking about myself much and I certainly don't want to divulge much either.
63. In college, I recall good-looking guy came by the university in his converted old bread truck and parked in front of the Student Center where all us 'ne'er do wells' were lounging. He set up a table with SDS pamphlets and we all signed up and discussed Nixon's pending arrival on campus. He talked to us about the ROTC program and how to take over that building. It was the college student's "Fuck You" to war. Within a year I was onboard with NOW, SDS, and along with Arfus Apple & Suzy Creamcheese in an art and performance troupe of drama and art majors and assorted friends. I was seventeen and plugged in. Believe it.
64. I'm in the early stages of working on an autobiography/memoir. I'm not that vain. I just was chicken to tell my kids so they can sit down one day and read about me before they came into the world.
65. Biggest misconception about me? That I'm a wise-ass. I am the sweetest, most gentle spirit that you'll ever meet.
JANUARY 2006
66. My sister, Robin passed away on November 24, 2005, Thanksgiving morning at 6:00am. She was two years younger and was my best friend. I thought we had another year with her, but she passed on to the other side. More people are there than are here now. She died from liver cancer brought on by Hepatitis C. By the time we got the diagnosis of the cancer, it had already spread to her lymph nodes and it was just a matter of time. I told her I was going to *fix her*, but we both knew that was wishful thinking. On her hospital bed when she was no longer lucid, her look said it all. She was scared and there was nothing I could do to help her. Coldplay's "Fix You" had come on the radio a few weeks earlier when we were driving back from her most recent diagnosis. Or death sentence, as it turns out. I didn't like Coldplay. Robin hadn't heard it before so I turned it up and sung the song to her. By the time it was over I was convinced I could heal her with the help of drug trials or last resort treatments. I began researching like a motherfucker and was making plans to take her to Mexico when I got the call from Mother that Robin was in the hospital. She came back out in a hearse.
67. After Robin passed on, my Mother was all alone and scared to live by herself. She's sacrificed so much for me so I moved in with her into my old family home in Tennessee. My dear husband and sweet daughter are still living in NC for now, but we stay in touch every day.
68. Did you guess that I was the town outcast? My friend's parents wouldn't let me hang around with their kids. I was a free spirit and still am. My kids are sad they can't find ways to rebel and shock me. Unless one becomes a Republican, I'm pretty much shock proof.
TO BE CONTINUED...
July 3, 2008
69. My daughter delivered a beautiful boy September 9, 2007. Phoenix Sebastian. He's perfect in every way and I'm a brand new grandmother. Today he's 10 months old, is taking his first wobbly steps and can alone stand by himself. He has 7 teeth already and is eating solid food very well. I couldn't be more proud of my daughter and I tell her that at least once a week. He has a little mohawk but I would like to see it grow.
70. I enjoyed a satisfying career with J.Crew and they later closed down in my town. After my Mother ended up alone in another city the universe decided my next course for me. I moved in with her and I began working for myself as an independent contractor so I could care for her. Dig this-- I'm not very hard on myself and I work when I want to and need to. I still can't get over that I'm working at home on my computer. And the money is good. I found the grande dickola job this time.
For slinging truth directly to despotic criminal power in a heroic, selfless act of CONTEMPORARY conscience and righteousness, an act that many others could have done but none dared, Iraqi journalist/shoe-thrower MUNTADER AL-ZAIDI (pictured above, in action) is the clear choice for Arthur Magazine's coveted "Man of the Year" award for 2008.
In honor of the occasion, Charles Potts has composed this new poem, "Balls Out," which we proudly present here:
BALLS OUT for Muntader al-Zaidi
We’ve found Hitler’s missing testicle Lodged in George W. Bush’s nose. Yes ladies and gentlemen George Bush was snorting Nazi Nuts When one of them got stuck in the cocaine.
Muntader al-Zaidi attempted a seasonal variation on Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Sweet With his shoes.
He really wanted to hit the visiting fascist in the face The lame duck occupational Caesar of the colony of Iraq To crack the American crackpot empire With his shoes.
George Bush ducked al-Zaidi’s flying shoes Just like he ducked Every single other responsibility of the office he stole.
Duck this George:
Since the nefarious democrats didn’t have balls enough to Impeach you, al-Zaidi impeached you with his shoes.
The Muntader al-Zaidi College of Journalism at Yale Now open for admission.
We owe you a pension al-Zaidi. We are all in prison Until you are set free.
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Howard Breen and others are willing to put their very lives on the line
through starvation to save the mere less than 3% Old Growth Forests left in ...
Asheville Zombie Tubers Poised To Take World Record
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More than 900 people -- err, zombies -- have signed up to break the world
record number of linked tubers on the French Broad River Saturday morning.
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