Sunday, January 16, 2011

Whirled Peas..

Huh. I have a plan that will bring down any regime. Iranians...they're mostly people in their 20s and 30s. And they're just people too, sick to shit of Flying Imams on Carpet Bombs. They just wanna live too. Here's one of many Persian hiphop songs:



THEY'RE SICK OF IT TOO! They just want a TASTE of what we have.

A person's best weapon is their culture. Whether their culture is cultured or not. Want to bring down any regime? Carpet bomb them with the things we all take for granted. Their tinpot dictators wouldn't know what to do if 1 million copies of Playgirl, Playboy, mascara, some DVDs, and some preloaded MP3 Players landed in parachutes. "Amateur Porn, Not Bombs". I could save this country a fortune. How many mp3 players is equivalent to the price of a clusterbomb.

Freakin' BOMBs designed to look like little yellow toys so kids blow their hands off....what piece of shit paperclip-pusher came up with that one. Yeah, that'll win hearts and minds..."I thought it was rubber ducky, now I have no hands! DEATH TO AMERICA! (fistpump..whoop, I have no fist either)" Yeah, well, we're the fall guys. The Russians & Chinese make stuff like that too, Cambodia and Angola are littered with Soviet bloc and Chinese landmines. They just make them cheaper. The Chinese execute people and charge the family a fortune for a bullet that cost them about 3 cents to make. In my country, we charge people $10 for a Tylenol that cost 3 cents to make, $3000 for an MRI scan, and throw them in the pen for smoking weed. I think all this money would be better spent on MRI Vending Machines in malls or something instead of things that kill a lot of people..I don't know, I'm only crazy, because the world does not make a whole lot of sense. That money comes from our pockets in the form of the value of our currency, while those who sold off our steel mills, industries and standing in the world jump on planes to Paraguay or some crap. Bunch of Boss Tweeds.


"Er, ah, I am issuing a fatwa against all copies of Stuff magazine and makeup (please don't hang me from a crane, I'm shitting in my robes)"

I came in the name of the Great Spiral to kick ass and chew bubblegum. And I'm fresh out of bubblegum. I can't be the first person to say stuff like this. Of course, the mucky mucks in these countries could just claim the stuff came from them, but it'd be pretty hard to keep track of where all the cluster MRI's of food with United States stamps on it fell. Clusterbars, Not Clusterbombs. War profiteers. Sheesh. There are no prophets in this age. Comedians, writers, observational humorists...there are the modern prophets. Non-Prophet Organization. That is what I am about.


"Hi, I'm Sally Struthers. Did you know that for the price of one depleted uranium shell, 5,000 Afghani kids could have a stuffed animal & a sandwich, or 1,000 Afghani women could be straddling whatever the hell this is I'm straddling..."

What IS that thing, it looks like a freakin EWOK!


"Jub jub! This guy's wise."

No comments:

Post a Comment