Showing posts with label absurdity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label absurdity. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Female. 22 years old. Never been kissed.

The following is a conversation between our former band and one lonely, overzealous sound-guy. The entire correspondence took place over a few hours one afternoon. What follows is a haunting look into the psyche of a twenty-something with too much free time and not enough female interaction. On second thought, make that TWO twenty-somethings with too much free time and not enough female interaction. The old band name has been changed, but is still fucking awesome.

From: TRIPLE X

Subject: hey

who this.... please

From: The Chewbacalypse

Subject: re:hey

Neil Diamond.

From: TRIPLE X

Subject: re:re:hey

k.. how u know me.. are u a male or female

From: The Chewbacalypse

Subject: re:re:re:hey

Female. 22 years old. Never been kissed.

From: TRIPLE X

Subject: re:re:re:re:hey

k..... ***-****...text me . lets talk n hangout james..


From: TRIPLE X

Subject: re:re:re:re:hey

hello...do u want talk n hangout

From: TRIPLE X

Subject: re:re:re:re:hey

hey .. guess you dont wanne talk n hangout

From: The Chewbacalypse

Subject: re:re:re:re:re:hey

James,
This will, unfortunately, be our last correspondence. My parents, whom I live with, discovered that I had been talking to a boy and have forbade me to talk to you anymore after this, our last, message.

Don't be mad at them- my parents are good, honest, hardworking guinea pig breeders with the best intentions. Personally, I think their fears of our romantic involvement will lead to heartbreak. I had a very troubled childhood and was teased profusely as a child for my cleft lip. It was so bad that we had to move and I had to be home schooled. But you, my beautiful angel, don't need to worry about that.

James, it breaks my heart to think about the future we will never have together: our story book wedding at my parents guinea pig farm, our children Hank, Merlin, Edward Cullen and little Anastasia- it saddens me tremendously.

Love,
Nell Diamond
Female. 22 years old. Never been kissed.

From: TRIPLE X

Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:hey

call me lets talk n be friends please..im a really good guy.. ***-**** ..i was at toucans helping this band when they played there last week....so please text or call me k.james

From: TRIPLE X

Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:hey

wuzz up ??? can we talk n hangout please...im 25 i work at toucans.. yesterday.hard rack.. so ***-***-**** james

From: TRIPLE X

Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:hey

hey..wuzz up

From: The Chewbacalypse

Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:...hey

Not much, sir.
<3 T.N.D.E.

From: TRIPLE X

Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:...hey

text me.***-**** gurl

From: The Chewbacalypse

Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:...hey

Gurl?

From: The Chewbacalypse

Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:...hey

There aren't any girls in this band.
T.N.D.E.

From: TRIPLE X

Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:...hey

k.,, so neil diamond that been messagin me?????

From: The Chewbacalypse

Subject: hey

I'm not sure know what you're talking about? This is The Near Death Experiment

From: TRIPLE X

Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:...hey

someone name. neil diamond been talken to me on this page allday???????????

From: The Chewbacalypse

Subject: re:re:re:re:re:re:...hey

Oh sorry, we get a lot of SPAM on our bands account and most of the time just write a bunch of nonsense back at those accounts. We get like 3 garbage messages per day. Sorry we confused you with one. What's up, man?

From: TRIPLE X

Subject: re:re:re:re:hey

hey tell me who wrote that????? or ur band will not play friday at toucans.bc i can call david or chris to cancell yall

From: TRIPLE X

Subject: re:re:re:re:hey

nm...i was gettin pissed off ?...... so ingore that last message pleasek


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Friday, June 10, 2011

Facebook Friday #3: With fluorescent yellow shirts and poverty for all...

For this edition of Facebook Friday, I decided to change things up a bit and feature a conversation, in which (much to my eternal shame) I recently allowed myself to take part. The names of the "winners" this week have been hidden, not so much to protect their identities, but mostly to aid in mocking them. Their profile pictures have also been altered accordingly. All spelling and grammatical errors have been left intact. My refutation of the headline below is what sparked the controversy and riled up these ill-informed, moronic Southern Baptists:

Redefining Government Leech


In keeping with a rich history of oppression and prejudice that could only come from a majority of the population being in their "golden years", Florida has decided throw decency to the wind and start a campaign to outright discriminate against the poor and destitute. It seems that the penalty for committing the crime of "not having an affluent heritage" will now be dehumanization and the expectation that you will gleefully forfeit any and all constitutional rights deemed necessary by Grand Moff Rick Scott. Many people have chimed in, but none so loudly, and with their fingers shoved so deeply into their ears, as those shot by the arrow of ignorance from an inbred version of Cupid-- a skinny, balding, meth-addled cherub in a wife-beater whose two remaining teeth stand in defiance of the drunken fist-fights he routinely gets in with his Sisterwife*. I would like to point out that I am not friends with any of the miscreants featured herein; they are, in fact, acquaintances of a relative (Materfamilias).

I began, as always, with a little research on the topic. Like, what studies had been done on how effective this solution would be, its financial impact and just how many people on welfare actually use drugs. The consensus seems to be, as I had suspected, that this measure would not help to achieve the desired end. A meager 3-10% of people on welfare are drug abusers. It is fiscally irresponsible, and the Center for Addiction and Mental Health (CAMH) even offered a study that the stigma impacted those on welfare negatively. So I posted some of these facts in response to the original pro-drug-testing post. Not so much to incite rage or opposition, but to educate and inform. This method of thwarting drug addicts is demonstrably impractical and ineffective. It's like when someone you know is propagating a chain letter and you politely refer them to the Snopes.com article debunking whatever bullshit it happens to be putting forth. It started out with the most innocent of intentions, but I was quickly drawn into a maddening bizarro-world where up is down, left is right, there's a black president and Arnold Schwarzenegger got busy with the help.

First and foremost, it's an egregious violation of constitutional rights. The fourth amendment guards against unreasonable searches and seizures. If you have no history of drug abuse, and no criminal record, then the seizure and subsequent searching of your bodily fluids is unreasonable and thus a violation of your rights. Case closed, right? Let's see what the peanut gallery has to say...

Do you really want to compare being on welfare to holding a steady job? Isn't part of the problem that some of these people are freeloading instead of getting a job? Their argument is as riddled with fallacies as it is grammatical errors! If the argument is that welfare is essentially just like any other job, and so these people should have to piss test, then you shouldn't complain when they don't go out looking for some other form of gainful employment. According to the Pro-pissers (I'll be trademarking this term shortly), you can make a career out of welfare!

The notion that just because you are without means and require financial assistance you should gleefully accept a violation of your constitutional rights is offensive and loathsome. Moreover, if unreasonable search and seizure doesn't apply to guarding completely innocent civilians, with no criminal record, then where exactly is that line drawn? I'm curious just what exactly these idiots think that amendment is there for. Certainly, the men who drafted the constitution couldn't have foreseen urine testing, blood testing or any other procedures of that nature, but I'm certain that, in addition to being completely baffled and weirded out, they would agree that the government doesn't have the right to take YOUR PISS AND BLOOD- even if you are offered remuneration. And then there's this dipshit...

Talk about a toddler wanting to talk astrophysics. He chimes in without even having read anything that came above. It's fantastic how he ignored that his first post was based on an entirely false premise. And no one said anything about people waiting in the shadows to steal your pee. This is happening right out in the open. We're talking about lines of innocent people being treated like criminals in broad daylight. Nice attempt at a straw man, imbecile!

How is forcing any and all who would file for welfare only discriminating those who use drugs? That would be the case if we only tested the drug users, but unless this assclown has invented a dowsing rod that can point them out, then you're going to have to just discriminate against an entire class of people to weed out the bad ones. What I can't wrap my mind around is how he concluded that drugs are expensive. The drugs they buy are cheap, and that's the fucking point. By the end, he's contrived a new false premise upon which to base his argument. Newflash cocksucker: your constitutional rights do not include limiting the rights of others.

Drug testing welfare applicants is not going to keep drug users from getting that money. Do you have any idea how easy it is to cheat a drug test? Most fast food restaurants rely on this fact as a means to keep staffed! This will be a minor inconvenience to these people at most. However, the stain left on the integrity of those who are innocent is unacceptable. What happened to innocent until proven guilty? When did it become "poor people are all dope fiends until they piss in a cup and I forget they exist"?

Some would argue that the drug addicts are stealing away welfare funds that could otherwise be given to people who are being denied. This idea simply doesn't hold water. People are being denied welfare because the poverty line is having to be drawn so low that even some families who would otherwise qualify are having to be turned down. When I re-enroll in school, as I plan to do soon, my meager financial aid will count as my income and thus disqualify me from any kind of welfare. Perhaps it's not my preferred outcome, but it definitely is not because the money that would otherwise go to me is being given to people who are spending it on drugs. Even if these people are denied welfare, I wouldn't magically qualify for it all of a sudden. It has nothing to do with the level of available funds and everything to do with where the poverty line is drawn.

Can you guess which one
has unjustified prejudices?
Another little pill of truth that might be tough to swallow is that most of this is really just thinly veiled racism. When that asshole up there (played by Don Knotts) sits back and stews about how his tax dollars are being misappropriated, he isn't seeing a skinny white dude with piecemeal facial hair, and a harelip, snorting meth; he's envisioning a black guy with illegitimate children smoking a joint. If this is really the road he wants to go down, then here is what I propose: anyone who stands to gain anything that is subsidized with federal or state tax money has to take a mandatory piss test. But not just for controlled substances, for alcohol too. I sure as hell don't want my tax dollars going to help some white collar alcoholic feed his addiction. If you have children that attend public school, drive on a public road or have benefited from services rendered by our nation's military, then you must take a monthly piss test to prove you meet my uppity, impossible criteria. Why? Because it's my constitutional right to demand anything I want of anyone else at any given time on a goddamn whim. Waaaah, boo-hoo, poor little me, I think I'm special for paying taxes, black people smell funny and scare me. Fuck you, and the racist horse you rode in on (pictured above).

I just had an even better idea. Let's make a law requiring the poor to wear a fluorescent yellow shirt at all times. This would make it much easier for law enforcement officials and government employees to identify which are "half-people"- those whose rights and feelings it will henceforth be okay to disregard. Also, their votes only count as half. Likewise, rich people will receive shirts made of gold from the government. Votes count double. Yes, this sounds like a vast improvement. As a white person, I know I will rest more peacefully at night knowing that this, along with piss testing, will absolutely prevent any drug user from ever collecting welfare again. At the end of the day, that's really what it's all about, right? Making white people feel better?

I know that I've inevitably repeated myself, but such is the pitfall of arguing with ham-fisted apes. I shouldn't care so much, but I do; I genuinely do. It's a tragedy that there are people out there with so little while, on the opposite end of the spectrum, there are people with so much they could spend frivolously the rest of their lives and never see the end of it. To some, it is embarrassing and depressing to be reliant on government subsidy just to get by. While I wouldn't derive any such shame, I can certainly empathize with those who feel it as a blow to the pride. It's such a disrespectful slap in the face to these people, who are having a hard enough time as it is, to indirectly accuse them of being drug addicts. If you want to talk about big issues and play adult, then do your goddamn research. And if you can't take the time to inform yourself and create an opinion with some basis in fact, then just keep your fucking mouth shut.



* I was born and raised in the south, so I'll talk as much shit as I please, thank you kindly.

Friday, May 27, 2011

So it begins... Again... (Facebook Friday #2)

Our good friend, Houston Jones, is one tenacious motherfucker. He is a shrewd businessman, a playboy, an aviator, a martial arts expert, a culinary master and, above all else, a fucking asshole. When the voices in his head convince him that a certain business venture is beckoning, it'll be a cold day in hell before he shows even a teaspoon of mercy to his competitors. Case in point: this week's facebook friday -- featuring Houston Jones Yoga's Ruthless Smear Campaign against James Brown Yoga:


Poppa's got a brand new downward facing dog:

Flyer #1: Pinocchio's Lament




Sun Salutation Machine

FLYER #2: Tiny Chair, Giant Yogi



Never underestimate Houston Jones' cunning nor the lengths he will go to see a plan through; especially when it involves the ruin of his competitors. Perhaps his most scathing ad yet, will these seeds he has planted someday bear fruit? Only time will tell- time and Houston Jones' own personal God.

Flyer #3: The Coup de GrĂ¢ce

Monday, May 23, 2011

The "post-rapture post... rapture post rapture post rapture" post

Lo and behold, we are only two days into the apocalypse and already things have taken a turn toward mediocrity. Congrats to Jon Heder for being the sole winner of this, our most recent rapture. We're sure someone out there is going to miss you.


"Rapture Winner"

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Our bid for the next WeCanKnow ad campaign


To Whom It May Concern,

I am messaging you on behalf of our company, OPRE Designs (an acronym for "Other People Ruin Everything"- as fellow Christians, you can probably relate to the sentiment). We are a Christian-based design firm specializing in all things holy! We have done work for a number of deserving churches and were board members of a committee to pray for the advertising campaign behind the Left Behind Series. The ad campaign for your website, www.wecanknow.com, caught our attention, but not for the reasons you might have hoped.

The advertisements we saw were, at best, "back-row Baptist" quality- the kind of ad that shows up for Christmas and Easter to keep up the appearances with family, but hammers like a Roman the other 363 days of the year. Is this the message you want to be sending in such important times? We didn't think so. How can you expect to convert non-believers when their sinful eyes are distracted by lazy typography and unnecessary drop shadows?

We understand how busy you are, orchestrating the apocalypse and inciting panic in the hearts of the simple minded. You shouldn't be bothered by advertisers and dealing with such worldly nonsenses. Let us do that for you!

We can't help but believe that Mr. Camping's predicted date of May 21, 2011 (and his other previously set raptures) have not been taken seriously by the masses, nor by the Lord, because of sloppily prepared ad campaigns. When the good Mr. Camping, bless him, schedules his next rapture, let us do the advertising for you!

Billboards are just the beginning! Imagine an ad campaign so deafening Metatrons would cover their ears! Together, we could make a campaign not even God himself could ignore (like those devilishly catchy iPod commercials).

We anxiously await your response. Perhaps we can set a phone conference for next Monday, the 23rd.

Your Brothers in Christ,
Joseph Carpenter and Jordan Fisher



Keep your fingers crossed for us, fellow believers :)