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1) Former Hawaiian Govenor Ben Cayetano for lies, lies, lies.
2) UHPA (The University of Hawaii Professional Assembly) for endorsing the mammoth tuition hike in 1997 -thusly sentencing entire generations of poor and middle class academic hopefuls trapped on a tiny, overpriced island to bussing tables for rich tourists-in hopes of leveraging an inconsequential raise from the then current Governor Ben Cayetano (See Above).
In their defense, that "Aloha Spirit" ain't cheap, and they've made the transition from an economy based on tourism directly to one based on harvesting souls very smooth.
It's easier when you control the information, after all.
3) Telemarketers Lightly salted, jagged and rusty catheters. 'Nuff said.
4) Books Banned by Churches that are are Actually Pretty Lame Overall "Catcher in the Rye" was such a pile of horsecrap, I started this blog.
5) Caffeine-Free Diet Whatever Yes. I want all the chemicals and side effects, just none of the flavor.
6) Movies With an Unwarranted Adult Rating Or worse, movies that have Adult Ratings with naked dudes and/or gay cowboys. If I wanted to see gay cowboys, I would just go ahead and hammer a railroad spike through my penis on an anvil.
--Please don't make me pay $10 on top of all that.
7) Cold Fries I always enter that first set of double doors at Burger King, and wait until I hear the skull-piercing beeping. Then I run in yelling "Fries Are Done!" in an electrified manner.
--It helps if you are wearing The Crown.
8) Movies With Roman Numerals in Them Didn't the Romans get their asses kicked in, like, the early 1900s? Why does anybody care about a demographic that got their ass kicked in the 1900s? I'm walkin' around watchin Rocky movies in complete confusion. Fuck Romans!
9) Mission Impossible Movies OMG where is my Motrin?
10) Jerry Agar I can't remember how, but he somehow bumped "airline food" off THE LIST.
--Whatever it was, it must have been serious.
Sunday
Love Canal
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I just spent about ten minutes on my walkman listening to Jerry Agar pontificating about the woes of Minnesota outlawing the purchase of American flags made in China.
I'm not proud; I was mowing the lawn in 95-degree heat. Dragging around the widescreen television was simply out of the question.
Jerry's entire case was "What right does America have to decide for me whether or not I want an American flag made in China? Or any products made in any other country?"
Normally I would agree with this prick: how, where, and why people want to display the nifty new whatsis they bought really isn't of my interest or concern.
But China --with at least a few Human Rights political allegations unanswered—is responsible for a disproportionate number of dangerous products introduced to the unsuspecting American consumer this year. IAMS pet food killed many of our pets (Phil, as you recall, had resulting kidney issues arrested at no small expense to me) and 'Thomas and Friends' lead-lined toy trains were readily available to decay the minds and futures of our children.
This isn't "any other country" asshole; through sheer greed and negligence, China has waged a more subtle war, targeting things nearest and dearest to our hearts. And why didn't Jerry Agar’s Pro-Capitalistic Laissez-Faire Feng Shui philosophy catch this murder befor it could might have happened?
Because we had no cause to be suspect?
Congratulations, Jerry Agar.
You just made it on a very short list.
If lead poisoning children wasn’t enough for you to get concerned about the source of a product, I’m kinda glad you’re not in fucking charge.
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I just spent about ten minutes on my walkman listening to Jerry Agar pontificating about the woes of Minnesota outlawing the purchase of American flags made in China.
I'm not proud; I was mowing the lawn in 95-degree heat. Dragging around the widescreen television was simply out of the question.
Jerry's entire case was "What right does America have to decide for me whether or not I want an American flag made in China? Or any products made in any other country?"
Normally I would agree with this prick: how, where, and why people want to display the nifty new whatsis they bought really isn't of my interest or concern.
But China --with at least a few Human Rights political allegations unanswered—is responsible for a disproportionate number of dangerous products introduced to the unsuspecting American consumer this year. IAMS pet food killed many of our pets (Phil, as you recall, had resulting kidney issues arrested at no small expense to me) and 'Thomas and Friends' lead-lined toy trains were readily available to decay the minds and futures of our children.
This isn't "any other country" asshole; through sheer greed and negligence, China has waged a more subtle war, targeting things nearest and dearest to our hearts. And why didn't Jerry Agar’s Pro-Capitalistic Laissez-Faire Feng Shui philosophy catch this murder befor it could might have happened?
Because we had no cause to be suspect?
Congratulations, Jerry Agar.
You just made it on a very short list.
If lead poisoning children wasn’t enough for you to get concerned about the source of a product, I’m kinda glad you’re not in fucking charge.
Friday
Zen
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AS you millions and millions of fans already know, July is commemorated worldwide as the birthday of Predator Press.
This is because Ethan, I, President Bush, and anyone else important was born in July --although I'm sure there are others upon occasion.
Even as we speak, insurgents from August and June are petitioning access to July birthdays. Come on; those people aren't fooling anybody, and only anger the Gods of July further: they should be stopped by any means at your disposal. (On August 1st we usually throw out all the leftover cake, but lace it with rat poison. This kinda thins out those ranks 'on the cusp'.)
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Here in America, I was initially shocked to see all the local businesses open and operating, completely contrary to the treasured national holiday of Predator Press Month. But then President Bush told me, "If those people aren't able to shop for cool birthday presents for us today, those people wouldn't be able to buy cool birthday presents for us today. And then we would stop contracting the company that provides the machines that shred all them unopened birthday presents and turns them into fat-free low cholesterol Turbo-Gruel for our 3rd world orphanage in Newark."
This would be a terrible time for the entire world to grind into complete economic standstill on those orphans from Newark. And maybe paying everyone time-and-a-half for working during this most sacred of months is good for the economy too.
I have decided to rejoice the festivities in the time-honored tradition of doing absolutely nothing. Well, nothing unless nothing need be done; then I will spend a little while wondering what equipment I would need to rent to do nothing efficiently. Eventually concluding nothing, I would then congratulate myself for my shrewdness.
Now what were we talking about?
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AS you millions and millions of fans already know, July is commemorated worldwide as the birthday of Predator Press.
This is because Ethan, I, President Bush, and anyone else important was born in July --although I'm sure there are others upon occasion.
Even as we speak, insurgents from August and June are petitioning access to July birthdays. Come on; those people aren't fooling anybody, and only anger the Gods of July further: they should be stopped by any means at your disposal. (On August 1st we usually throw out all the leftover cake, but lace it with rat poison. This kinda thins out those ranks 'on the cusp'.)
Here in America, I was initially shocked to see all the local businesses open and operating, completely contrary to the treasured national holiday of Predator Press Month. But then President Bush told me, "If those people aren't able to shop for cool birthday presents for us today, those people wouldn't be able to buy cool birthday presents for us today. And then we would stop contracting the company that provides the machines that shred all them unopened birthday presents and turns them into fat-free low cholesterol Turbo-Gruel for our 3rd world orphanage in Newark."
This would be a terrible time for the entire world to grind into complete economic standstill on those orphans from Newark. And maybe paying everyone time-and-a-half for working during this most sacred of months is good for the economy too.
I have decided to rejoice the festivities in the time-honored tradition of doing absolutely nothing. Well, nothing unless nothing need be done; then I will spend a little while wondering what equipment I would need to rent to do nothing efficiently. Eventually concluding nothing, I would then congratulate myself for my shrewdness.
Now what were we talking about?
Today’s News In My Briefs
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11 LA cops led on a high speed chase. While apprehended unharmed, the perp was subsequently taken to an LA hospital Emergency Room where she is expected to be dead in about 45 minutes.
The Tour de France opened today. My best guess is that French officials, rattled by Independence Day fireworks, gave a bunch of people distracting bicycles to avoid a miscued surrender.
The White House acknowledged 'Global Warming', as a result of melting ice caps and freon deficit.
Al Gore’s shockingly tubbier offspring sent to rehab. Annoyed Gore Senior --relocated carefully by scientists as not to send Earth into wobbly Vernal orbit-- grounds son 1 week of deserts.
--Wall Street concerned as Krispy Kreme faces Chapter 11.
Dick Cheney's 'Dead Earth' concert proposal met lukewarm support. The ACLU forms committee to investigate "prejudice against non-living", suggests more quail hunting.
After months of bitter court battles regarding an alleged sexual assualt, Kobe Bryant apologizes to Lakers General Manager for some reason.
College student accidentally gets Paris Hilton's old cell phone number: boils self when Hilton's "Fave Five" found to be Motel 6 locations.
President George Bush Junior is grounded from television after not cleaning up 1" = 1" scale model political quagmire toys before going to bed.
Goldman Sachs gets death threats: security guard for investment banking and securities firm woken up and forced to 'patrol menacingly'.
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11 LA cops led on a high speed chase. While apprehended unharmed, the perp was subsequently taken to an LA hospital Emergency Room where she is expected to be dead in about 45 minutes.
The Tour de France opened today. My best guess is that French officials, rattled by Independence Day fireworks, gave a bunch of people distracting bicycles to avoid a miscued surrender.
The White House acknowledged 'Global Warming', as a result of melting ice caps and freon deficit.
Al Gore’s shockingly tubbier offspring sent to rehab. Annoyed Gore Senior --relocated carefully by scientists as not to send Earth into wobbly Vernal orbit-- grounds son 1 week of deserts.
--Wall Street concerned as Krispy Kreme faces Chapter 11.
Dick Cheney's 'Dead Earth' concert proposal met lukewarm support. The ACLU forms committee to investigate "prejudice against non-living", suggests more quail hunting.
After months of bitter court battles regarding an alleged sexual assualt, Kobe Bryant apologizes to Lakers General Manager for some reason.
College student accidentally gets Paris Hilton's old cell phone number: boils self when Hilton's "Fave Five" found to be Motel 6 locations.
President George Bush Junior is grounded from television after not cleaning up 1" = 1" scale model political quagmire toys before going to bed.
Goldman Sachs gets death threats: security guard for investment banking and securities firm woken up and forced to 'patrol menacingly'.
Thursday
Nicole Richie Got LAID?
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The Global Scientific Community was rocked today by recent confirmation that Nicole Richie is indeed 'knocked up'.
Doctor Winifred Shaw, Head Researcher for the Darwin Institute, took a moment from looting the laboratory of microscopes and Petri dishes to clarify.
"For a long time now, we have lived in a shadow of doubt regarding Darwin's Theory of Evolution. This, finally, is a clear refutation. And think about it for a second. If Darwin's theory is correct, why are there still ugly people all over the place? What kind of creature looks at a screechy broomstick with a bad attitude and thinks "I simply must thrust my genitalia in that"?
Hurling a fire extinguisher through a rack of cathode tubes, doctor Shaw continues. "Barring the statistically improbable confluence of a blind recent parolee wearing earplugs and consuming heroic amounts of alcohol, we have no explanation for this whatsoever. Now if you will excuse me, I've had my eye on a supercollider on the fourth floor for years."
Monday
Clarkson Album Debut Marred by Terror Attacks
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In an effort to derail sales of American Idol pop star Kelly Clarkson's album "My December", Al Qaeda spent virtually the entire weekend trying to bomb the crap out of anything it could find in the United Kingdom --the birthplace of Simon Cowell.
Al Qaeda spokesman Osama Bin Laden expressed his fury in messages intercepted and decrypted by Predator Press. “I don’t care if that tawdry Jezebel won on Infidel Pig-Dog Idol or whatever. If I had known "Because of You" would be done in redneck, I would’ve bought Green Day’s “Dookie” instead!"
When asked to elaborate, Osama continued. "Well, I feel ripped off, and a Jihad on Simon Cowell is completely warranted; Sanjaya had more talent in is little pinky than this harlot has in her whole entire immodestly clothed curvaceous body! Ah ... oh jeez. Now I gotta blow something up again. That whore!”
*In Other News*
Predator Press would officially
like to thank Ann Coulter
for temporarily letting us move
our offices into her home.
The location, of course,
will be kept a strict secret.
Click here for MapQuest
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In an effort to derail sales of American Idol pop star Kelly Clarkson's album "My December", Al Qaeda spent virtually the entire weekend trying to bomb the crap out of anything it could find in the United Kingdom --the birthplace of Simon Cowell.
Al Qaeda spokesman Osama Bin Laden expressed his fury in messages intercepted and decrypted by Predator Press. “I don’t care if that tawdry Jezebel won on Infidel Pig-Dog Idol or whatever. If I had known "Because of You" would be done in redneck, I would’ve bought Green Day’s “Dookie” instead!"
When asked to elaborate, Osama continued. "Well, I feel ripped off, and a Jihad on Simon Cowell is completely warranted; Sanjaya had more talent in is little pinky than this harlot has in her whole entire immodestly clothed curvaceous body! Ah ... oh jeez. Now I gotta blow something up again. That whore!”
like to thank Ann Coulter
for temporarily letting us move
our offices into her home.
The location, of course,
will be kept a strict secret.
Click here for MapQuest
Smashing Success
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If George can pardon a scooter, I'm issuing a pardon for Stretch Armstrong.
See, George and I have a lot of unanswered, tawdry aggression to get out. The much-sought-after Mortal Kombat "Fatality" and the collective, visceral dream of ripping someone's spleen out and strangling them with it was still years away, and mitigated only by unceremoniously bursting your 50,000th marauding Galaxian; saving six months of paper route money might get us a six-pixel seizure machine to exterminate entire alien species' on an Atari 2600 from the comfort of your own home.
But for the most part, all we had was either scooters, or "Stretch Armstrong".
George has long since exceded the "Spleen Dream" by simple virtue of not issuing Pardons, and many a tearful, guilty Texan jaywalker has ridden the lightning into oblivion over his admirable tenacity; thus, no one was more suprised than I when George finally had a merciful change of heart today.
But while a scooter was only cool if you could find Christian Slater and tell him to 'Gleam this bitch!' while blowing up a bus; Stretch was cool all the way until you let your dates brothers tie him between two car bumpers and peel out in opposite directions. Remember silently feeling a part of your soul cry out and die?
There was, after all, a more "dignified" fate for Stretch: puncturing him with a pen and leaving him to quietly bleed that weird, sticky and toxic blue gel over the rest of your toys until your mom discovered the ruined carpeting and kicked your ass.
But we are not here to judge your mothers' ability to roller-skate and serve people through the window of parked vehicles! It was a simpler time. Adults used to meet in The Diner, and secretly plot whose kids to buy a Stretch Armstrong for Christmas. (A 'Stretch Armstrong for Christmas' --for those of you that didn't know-- was a 6 month plan to make the whole damn family move because of an unidentified mysterious chemical HAZMAT spill in the closet, with tiny melting plastic red briefs stuck in it to explain away.)
Rise Stretch Armstrong! You are no longer the inanimate subject of our insufferable, unmerciful, unholy wrath.
You are forgiven.
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If George can pardon a scooter, I'm issuing a pardon for Stretch Armstrong.
See, George and I have a lot of unanswered, tawdry aggression to get out. The much-sought-after Mortal Kombat "Fatality" and the collective, visceral dream of ripping someone's spleen out and strangling them with it was still years away, and mitigated only by unceremoniously bursting your 50,000th marauding Galaxian; saving six months of paper route money might get us a six-pixel seizure machine to exterminate entire alien species' on an Atari 2600 from the comfort of your own home.
But for the most part, all we had was either scooters, or "Stretch Armstrong".
George has long since exceded the "Spleen Dream" by simple virtue of not issuing Pardons, and many a tearful, guilty Texan jaywalker has ridden the lightning into oblivion over his admirable tenacity; thus, no one was more suprised than I when George finally had a merciful change of heart today.
But while a scooter was only cool if you could find Christian Slater and tell him to 'Gleam this bitch!' while blowing up a bus; Stretch was cool all the way until you let your dates brothers tie him between two car bumpers and peel out in opposite directions. Remember silently feeling a part of your soul cry out and die?
There was, after all, a more "dignified" fate for Stretch: puncturing him with a pen and leaving him to quietly bleed that weird, sticky and toxic blue gel over the rest of your toys until your mom discovered the ruined carpeting and kicked your ass.
But we are not here to judge your mothers' ability to roller-skate and serve people through the window of parked vehicles! It was a simpler time. Adults used to meet in The Diner, and secretly plot whose kids to buy a Stretch Armstrong for Christmas. (A 'Stretch Armstrong for Christmas' --for those of you that didn't know-- was a 6 month plan to make the whole damn family move because of an unidentified mysterious chemical HAZMAT spill in the closet, with tiny melting plastic red briefs stuck in it to explain away.)
Rise Stretch Armstrong! You are no longer the inanimate subject of our insufferable, unmerciful, unholy wrath.
You are forgiven.
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