Tag: pretentious twaddle

Oh for Pity’s Sake!

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Man, I thought I’d never have to see this [censored] again, once I’d finished high school. And for a few decades, this was true.

But now Donald Trump is president, the man’s a philistine, he don’t like art–and he should leave Kennedy Center alone! And PBS, too! He don’t want to spend public money on this stuff anymore. Like there was ever any better use for pubic money!

But no! He wants Kennedy Center to put on the kind of shows he likes! Jugglers, maybe.

Well ha-ha-ha, Mishter Trump, the joak it is on you!! We are coming after you with INTERPRETIVE DANCE! Stick that in your bong and smoke it! Interpretive Dance will clean out your head! You will try to hide but you aint gonna do it–nobody hides from interpretive dance!

Itll drive you out of the White House and then Kamalalala she can be president  and we can go back to protesting Other Stuff.

[Editor’s Note: This is not a satire or a parody, and the video is genuine… Heaven help us.]

 

A Poem for Putin? (Oh, Good Grief!)

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Blue Jay — Hudson Crossing Park

I couldn’t bear to post any video of this, um… poem. But it’s all over the Internet. Seek and ye shall find. Here’s a nice picture of a bluejay instead.

I know, I know–I said I wasn’t gonna cover any nooze today. But I can’t help it. This much buffoonery simply must not pass without comment.

https://www.tmz.com/2022/02/24/annalynee-mccord-spoken-word-poem-russia-putin/

A former TV star (in shows I never heard of, let alone watched: life is much too short), model, and busy little activist, Annalynne McCord, has composed and tweeted a poem to Vladimir Putin. Everybody knows there’s nothin’ like a swell poem to melt an old KGB man’s heart.

The poem is about “If I was your mother…” (Oh, gesundheit, I hope I can type this!) No, it’s not “If I was your mother, I’d tan your bottom and send you to bed without supper.” It’s more like “If I was your mother I would just gooey-nice all over you and you would grow up to be somebody who could scamper across a whole field of buttercups without squishing them down…” The idea is, Putin views the tweet, slaps himself on the forehead, hard, and totally calls off the invasion of Ukraine. “What was I thinking??? Boy howdy, momma, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Could we please do some meditation…?”

Wait a minute. Ms. McCord wants to be Putin’s mama, obviously convinced she’d do a much better job than the real Mother Putin.

But how does she know that?

Ms. McCord has no children of her own. Never has.

Ain’t it just grand, bein’ a liberal? You don’t need to have the foggiest idea what you’re talking about. Just say what everybody else says.

And you wonder why the bad guys of this world don’t take America seriously anymore.

Our Own Tower of Babble

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Someone has invited me to review a book that “challenges women to live each day with fearless authenticity.”

Oooh, that sounds grand! Can men do it, too?

Only… what the dickens does it mean?

There appears to be something here about you being you. Well, what if “you” are a jerk? An authentic ignoramus? Or a fearless dunderhead? But we can only try to guess what the author means, since she isn’t using plain English and who feels like reading a whole swinkin’ book just to find out what the title means? “Fap!” to that.

But this is awful–politics is seeping into our broader culture and making people as dishonest as their politicians. I mean, this is the kind of babble you expect to hear from some yo-yo running for the Senate and not having anything like a reason for you to elect him. Grandiose babble is meant to paper over his vacancy. “Once in the Senate, I pledge myself to a fearless authenticity in championing inclusion and diversity!” Living proof that nature does not, after all, abhor a vacuum.

Say what you mean, and mean what you say. Which probably bars the door against your being hailed as an expert. But at least people will understand you.