"...it's not the training to be mean but the training to be kind that is used to keep us leashed best." ~ Black Dog Red

"In case you haven't recognized the trend: it proceeds action, dissent, speech." ~ davidly, on how wars get done

"...What sort of meager, unerotic existence must a man live to find himself moved to such ecstatic heights by the mundane sniping of a congressional budget fight. The fate of human existence does not hang in the balance. The gods are not arrayed on either side. Poseiden, earth-shaker, has regrettably set his sights on the poor fishermen of northern Japan and not on Washington, D.C. where his ire might do some good--I can think of no better spot for a little wetland reclamation project, if you know what I mean. The fight is neither revolution nor apocalypse; it is hardly even a fight. A lot of apparatchiks are moving a lot of phony numbers with more zeros than a century of soccer scores around, weaving a brittle chrysalis around a gross worm that, some time hence, will emerge, untransformed, still a worm." ~ IOZ

Dec 10, 2010

The Falsehood Project, Particulate Cloud Number One

Jack: Donovan McNabb should punch a Motherfucker.

Landru: I think a political party is in order.

Unspoken, unspeakable internet ghost in the machine: the Punch A Motherfucker Party is born.

Good Liberal: Um, gentleman and crespucutacular yankee troglodyte, that would involve, um, violence.

Jack: Not necessarily.

Landru: Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.

Good Liberal: John Boehner is a very bad man.

Jack: I'm always shooting first, and then scrambling around picking up the casings. Someone take this keyboard from me because I'm never going to surrender it on my own.

Ethan: If I have to listen to another fucking Christmas song while corporate soul punches my kidneys with the mailed fist of a thousand future mornings that I've already sold off for today's twenty minute lunch break...

Jack: Ethan should punch a motherfucker already.

BDR: We have these complicities. We could make the best of them. Or the worst.

Randal: Could someone please be a chaos agent? Am I asking too much?

Good Liberal: You must fight the Republican chaos, not do your own. Organize. Organize. Organize.

Jack: Hmmm. Good point. How about we organize a Mountweazel Campaign? That could be a non-violent way to punch the hell out of a certain gaggle of motherfuckers. And we could still be complicit while doing it.

Drunken goat chorus: [indecipherable]

8 comments:

Jack Crow said...

To be fair (with the exception of Landru) I wrote about two dozen names on tiny little pieces of pulped dead tree, and just picked them out of my french peasant chapeau as I went along, filling in appropriate or inappropriate attributions on my way to "hey, let's mount a nihilartikel strike."

Except for Al from SMBIVA. I picked your name twice and failed to conjure up what I think your fake avatar would actually say. I just don't know. Damned, doomed, me is, I am.

Good liberal is digby pre-recent depression.

BDR said...

!!!!

Ethan said...

Hahahahahahahahahaha

Al Schumann said...

I assumed I was helping the Drunken Goat Chorus. That comes very, very close to my calling in life.

Randal Graves said...

I just hope there's at least a cold cut tray at the next rehearsal.

Word verification: oapence, noun, a transaction handled clumsily.

"Man, did you see Amazon UK's oapence?"

JRB said...

Speaking of the usual suspects, has anybody spotted a Charles F. Oxtrot lately? The internet hasn't been the same.

Landru said...

Woot! Singled out for a campaign of unfairness! Validation, bitchez!

Wait. Maybe I didn't parse that right.

Insignificant quibble: I don't want Randal getting all the credit for the Chaos Butterfly, but he is certainly a better butterfly trainer than I am.

Thank you for including me in good Intertoobz company, Jack.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

How about we organize a Mountweazel Campaign? That could be a non-violent way to punch the hell out of a certain gaggle of motherfuckers.

How about drowing them in punch? No need to get one's knuckles scraped when large wassail bowls abound this time of year.