Tuesday, January 16, 2007

A Fallacy of Fairness

Damn, these costumes are hot!
From the four corners of the globe (to some a literal remark!) came the four Great Minds of the times to discuss that which is most important to be determined: Reality itself. The topic of the day would have profound implications upon the entire planet, shaping the course of lives and nay, even history itself. With solemn reverence the men were escorted to their seats showered by fawning flash bulbs. The subject: What Shape the Earth?

In fairness, each speaker was given equal time to present his case. Square Man lectured first. "The earth, as you can see here by my chart, is a perfect square. With equidistant lengths between all points, shipping costs will be greatly reduced as well as a much greater ease of navigation will be introduced. This is a revolutionary concept, completely changing our global paradigm! And as you can see from my second chart, a square earth is in actuality not that far from a circle.”

Next was Trapezoid Man. “I think you will see the trapezoid as the best point of view because it takes some of the best features of the square yet is far more pragmatic. With only one pair of parallel sides, we are thus free to shorten the distances at one end where perhaps the population density is higher and lengthen it at the other where the populace is sparse. This trades some of the square’s ease of navigation for more efficient shipping routes. Sheer genius! Also, a trapezoid in its totality is just as close to a circle as a square.”

The third mind of brilliance stood. “It is the rhombus that is the most accurate assessment of our planet's shape, offering the navigational order of a square but with the adjustability of not requiring 90 degrees in all corners, brilliantly giving a flexibility to allow for geography and commercial centers. I have calculated many esoteric and complex formulas comparing the rhombus I present to you here today with a circle, fabricating us the true ideal shape of our dear terra firma.”

The moderator then motioned for the last speaker to give forth his enlightenment. He shook his head and rose. “You people are fucking morons! The earth is round, you know it’s round, you contrast your points of view with a round circle and yet you pretend it’s not round! You idiots have no concept of reality!”

The refutations were immediate and brimming with conviction. “It’s you who has no concept of reality! You speak only of a self-serving point of view that serves you and not the world! Something that makes you look good and does not serve the greater good of mankind! You are the worst kind of hypocrite, sir, pretending to help but merely proposing “solutions” that bring decimation!”

“But I speak the truth! Does that count for nothing? Or have you completely turned your back on your Maker?”

You can't handle the truth!
“The truth, as you call it, sir, is something to be studied and politely debated. No point of view is more valid than another. And for you to attack us personally by pointing out the fallacy of our positions is unacceptable! It is you who is out of his mind with your ranting and raving. By claiming the truth, you obviously have an irrational desire to place yourself above others thusly making yourself irrelevant. Will the gendarmes kindly remove this man?”

With the agitator gone, the conference resumed with men from only three corners of the globe. The remaining souls secreted themselves to a conference room, wheeling the latest and most accurate globe available along with them. Analysis by the press and general media determined the “Earth is round” proponent to be a fraud due to his uncouth and uncivilized behavior. Much applause and admiration greeted the final decision of the Great Minds – despite rumors of strippers being summoned to their hotel rooms – as the true shape of the earth was finally revealed: it's an octagon.

Monday, January 15, 2007

The Nazgul's Cry

Shadow demons
running in the night;
Spreading their lies
of dreadful fright.

Whispering in ears
of Unholy men;
Saying black is white
and good is sin.

Never seen,
never caught;
Laughing at what
our pride has wrought.

Murder, mayhem
is their joy;
Our selfishness
is their toy.

"Do it! Do it!"
hisses the voice;
"I'm telling you
there is no choice!"

Armies marching,
unison toys:
"We parrot you:
we're choiceless boys!"

Smirking demons
watch warriors blind;
Twist and turn
in tortured bind.

Power's puppets
run fool's errands;
Gloat of pyrite
in life that's barren.

"War today and
war tomorrow;
It's man's lot to
know only sorrow."

"There's a reason
we must grieve:
Unholy lies
we must believe."

Illusion wins,
the sky bleeds grey;
God is coming
to have Her say.

Horton Hears a Clue

It was just a flash...
and it's happened before...
years ago, at a stoplight, I remember this same feeling…
a home outside of my pride...
I really do have something to offer...
but my pride won't let me share it...
I'm committing the same crime I most despised in Debby...
how I yearn to be free…
“Tear down these walls, Mr. Homeless”…
you’re OK after all.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Ode To a Beer Bottle (Tears in the eyes of God)

Dear beer bottle,

You fucked me again! Goddam empty ass! Why didn't you fix my problems? You do for everyone else! Why is my ass different? Shit! Fuck! Shiiiiiit!

I got no refuge. Man, I feel old. It looks so safe inside that bottle. It never is. Baka! Baka! Baka!

Look at that dude over there by the 7-11. Don't come near me, motherfucker! I'm on to your sorry ass. I'll rip your fucking throat out - with extreme prejudice. What are your instincts telling you? Yeah, yeah, your con ain't gonna work with me. That's right, check again to make sure. Head on your merry fucking way now. Thanks for making me walk around in a suit of armor.

So I'm going to dance now, Cinnamon Girl. I'm just a goddam lunatic to you assholes anyway. "Oh, look at the crazy homeless guy dance!" After the lottery it's: "Oh, how wonderfully eccentric!" At the cool people's party: "Oh my God, what a dork!"

"Hey, honey, where you going in them low cut jeans? Can I put my dick in there? It don't even gotta go in ya, just on ya would do! I used to have a car, too. Where you going? Once you go homeless you never go back! Gimme your address! Least let me jack off on your front porch!"

Why do these stupid goddam top 40 bubble gum chewing solid gold 70s DJs talk over the fucking music?? No one wants to hear what you got to say, bitch!! Ruin the goddam song why don't ya? Jesus fucking Christ! Music is the only home I got...

I can't stand it when I see people commit my own sins. I know the consequences. Rain is dripping from the roof here. Another Friday night wasted scribbling in my pad. I've put tears in the eyes of God. Maybe that's where that rain's coming from. I feel small enough to climb back in the bottle now...


Trampling Texas Corporation (TTC)

I'm not a "cause" person. I'm not out to save the world. The world can save itself. What's stopping it?? I'm telling ya, a million bucks and a Maserati and I will gladly leave you...to yourselves. But that doesn't mean I want to see the world die.

I've seen the
"Enron: Smartest guys in the room" movie. The 80's has been labeled the Greed Decade. Then we stopped talking about greed. Not because it went away but because it went underground, finally rearing its ugly head in Enron. (If you see the "Iraq for sale" film you'll see it's becoming fully institutionalized.) After seeing the massive, irrevocable human toll taken by Enron, you end up saying to yourself, "How can this have been prevented?"

Now such an opportunity has presented itself here in Tejas, home of the tragic Enron. It's called Trans-Texas Corridor, the engineering of the rape of a state. Part of me says, go ahead, rape away. We put these crooks in power, we were expecting what? Justice? Honesty? Integrity? Go ahead and fuck the morons.

But sometimes I just wanna fuck 'em back (OK, I always want to fuck them back).

Mark Cuban is a Texan and was behind the making of the Enron movie. He's also a schmuck. But he's got the name recognition and bucks to prevent the implementation of this travesty. Yes, it will cause him pain because it will cause him to pull away from worshipping his own personal private god. But resetting a broken arm also causes pain. And while I'm certainly no believer in being political I felt compelled to send this note:

Give a shit about something real

You gonna spend the rest of your life screaming about basketball and gloating about humiliating people on some perverted TV show? (I heard you smirking about it on the Ticket). Christ, what a waste. Jed fucking Clampett of the internet. Here's something you can make a difference on:

http://www.fwweekly.com/content.asp?article=4526

http://www.corridorwatch.org/ttc/index.htm

Your name alone would make a difference. Billboards with the truth would be even better. I'm not blind to your corruption either and maybe you are too far gone. So be it. But this is a chance to claim something for your soul. Opportunities like this are rare and golden. It's like preventing Enron before it ever started. Take a chance on stepping into the light.


Chances are it will never see the light of day. But if it does, Marky boy will be branded for life, his decision on this revealing a little something to himself. That's good enough for me.


Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Malice in Wonderland

"Curiouser and curiouser!” Cried Alice

A thought that often crosses my own mind is: "How did I end up here? How did things get so fucked up? It's all so insane!" Then I look on TV and see a President hoping to explain those very same questions. Amazing! He will explain the importance of finding a way to fit a square peg in a round hole. We are to respectfully listen and dutifully mull words of lunacy. As one senator said, it's all Alice in Wonderland.

"Oh, dear! What nonsense I’m talking!"

"We cannot be defeaters in fitting the square peg in the round hole. The only way to lose is to quit! But imaginate if we win! No more reality ever! Whatever we wish to be true, will be true! The good life forever! But if we fail...horror of horrors. Good peoples, I have bet all the possessions of the land upon our endeavorings. If we lose, we lose everything. Thank you for allowing me to have done this."

"Give your evidence," said the King; "and don't be nervous, or I'll have you executed on the spot."

I heard there were those
Who don't like us;
Their most fervent wish
Is to strike us!

So instead of calling
Them brother;
We showed them by shooting
Their mother!

With all enemies dead
We will win;
With no one left to say
It's a sin!

I read it, wrote it
And now I sing:
When you see a war,
It's a good thing!


"How dreadfully savage!" exclaimed Alice.



No more shall I speak of this war. The tides of destiny are set. We wistfully speak of our selfish wants and desires in the world as a tsunami of sorrows heads for our shores. Our "long, national nightmare" continues as we indulge in a self-absorbed mad tea-party politely speaking of how we can put Humpty Dumpty back together again. This wrongful pursuit pulls us from our lives and thus from what's truly important: fixing ourselves.

See you back up the rabbit hole.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

What Is Folly?

"how can i go forward when i
don't know
which way i'm facing?
how can i go forward when i
don't know which way to turn?
how can i go forward into
something i'm not sure of?
oh no, oh no."

- John Lennon


I know what I feel. I know what I think. Life has been over for me for a long, long time. And the longer you stick around after your life is over, the more absurd it becomes. Since no one knows me or who I am (excepting possibly Debby), then I'm just another lost face in the crowd. If Steven Spielberg were a janitor, only he would know his crime of having deprived the world of his true gifts. He couldn't confess it if he wanted to, passed over as just another dilettante.

This is why I always try to scratch the surface of my fellow day laborers. On occasion you find some truly interesting people. Some are just "passing through" as homeless and you see they are on their way back into a life. Rarely do you find another lifer like me that's still functional. There are those who can only survive by breathing the free air. I too need the free air but I don't know if I'd still be here if I were not also the emotional cripple I am.

In the position where I am now, is it mere folly to hope for anything? You have to be realistic and realize the damage done. You can't be expecting to run when both legs are broken. Some call it "bad attitude" when I say I can't run but it's merely a statement of fact. Maybe they're thinking I'm saying I can never run. Maybe they're right.

I can honestly see no point to my life if I can't share my feelings. I do believe all things are possible with love, but is it possible for me to love? In no form or fashion do I deserve Debby but only with her do things make sense. Yet if I were to come up to her now, she would rip my throat out - with extreme prejudice. I've turned my soul mate into my most dangerous enemy. I think that says a lot about the twisted path I have taken.

So I ask myself, why write? Why get up, why endure the daily tears? I feel that just by blogging I am somehow implying I think I have a future. I feel no such thing. In my position - in my condition - what is asking too much? I'm at the bottom of a well and my legs have broken. Here in the dark I document my humiliating death. How do I tell true hope from what's just in my head? How do I know if I'm just wasting time...

"how can i have feeling when i
don't know
if it's a feeling?
how can i feel something if i
just don't know how to feel?
how can i have feelings when
my feelings have always
been denied?
oh no, oh no."

Monday, January 08, 2007

Nobunaga's Lament

"I am Oda Nobunaga. Who the hell are you?
"Where were you ever king of a country?
"When did you advance the age of your times?
"A ruler by virtue, a ruler by skill.
"No force from without could defeat me.
"So I was defeated from within.
"The tortured power of living by the sword.
"Had I surrendered, I would have won."

-Haiku Monk
In a previous posting, I recounted my sojourn to Japan to retrace the steps of Oda Nobunaga and the remnants of my beloved Azuchi castle. But now from across the ages, Nobunaga speaks for himself.

"OOOOODDDDAAAAAAA!

"Bakana! I was the most powerful man alive, the leader of a new age. The air was alive with electricity, all my decisions destined to succeed. All eyes looked to me to lead the way. They knew as I did I was the most capable man in the land! There were those I respected, even a few I trusted, but my understanding of what needed to be done surpassed all others. A divine wind guided my hand. But I put faith in my vanity and not the wind and so the wind cut me down like a reed. Yet when I let down my self, I let down my people."

A home for my pride;
Your darkened hearts followed me;
Nobunaga's fire.

"Of the Three Great Unifiers of Japan, I was the first, followed by Toyotomi Hideyoshi and Tokugawa Ieyasu. Hideyoshi was greatness! A true joy to be around. It has been said of me I was hot when you expected me to be cold and cold when you expected me hot. Hideyoshi transcended my moods, always brightening my day. He too understood the times. But he was a builder not a ruler, with no direction left once the country stood united.

"Ieyasu never fooled me. He was always a calculating sort, searching for any chink in your armor. Loved him as an ally, though. No fool, he. I'm sure he thought me rash and perhaps was even a bit mystified by me. I knew if he ever seized power, it would never slip from his hands. But never could he have started the great drive for unification as I had. He would have waited until the odds were better - and that day would never come."

Warlord's sword drips blood;
His private hell made public;
NO one says a word.

"I lost my head. I was too mercurial to approach about my behavior and I doubt I would have listened anyway. The power was choking me. No one understood. If only I had let go. My successors lead my people and our glorious land back into fuedalism, understanding none of my reforms. In desperation to hold power, Hideyoshi and Tokugawa shackled the people. Bakas! It was the freedom to create that started the new thinking for unification. In the end, they only stifled it, taking us down the road to atomic abomination upon our most precious land.

"I failed you Land of the Rising Sun, and can no longer look my countrymen in the eye. Perhaps no matter how great the deeds a man does, his first responsiblity is always to love."


Friday, January 05, 2007

Daily To Do List

Daily To Do List:

  • Wake up. Realize nightmare's not over. Fuck!

  • Sulk

  • Give world the finger

  • Get horny and die a little more

  • Meaningless slave labor

  • Babysit my fellow morons

  • Fantasize about my death

  • Secretly dream of Debby

  • Panic as waves of horror return to roost

  • Sulk more and pray for death (mine and the world's)
Above is a picture of Prince William's girlfriend. She resembles Debby somewhat so naturally it triggered a lot of memories - and feelings. I'm still madly in love with her. How can I not get excited when I see the other part of myself? Goddam I miss her! It's just a natural feeling to want to be whole. But the stench of death is stronger than ever in my nostrils...

You Can Be...

You can be:

rich man...........poor man

good man...........bad man

loving....................hateful

friendly...............haughty

winning...................losing

outgoing...................aloof

optimistic......pessimistic

right.......................wrong

inside...................outside

holy........................sinful

in a crowd..............alone

smart...................stupid

honest....................lying

believing......perfidious

beautiful................ugly

living...................dying

None of it matters if no one loves you.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Minimum Rage

I know what it's like to hock the gold chain your grandmother gave you so you can eat. (I got it back and I'll die before I hock it again). I know what's like to choose between funding an insurance company or making a car payment. And most importantly, I know what a scam this whole world is. I do not pray at the alter of any "ism".

The whole Minimum Rape wage gets my blood boiling. I saw Fucker Carlson on TV asking why not let the free market decide? The free market had 12 year olds working in coal mines and no safety laws. Others are just flat our greedy like this guy I debated on Flavia's blog (the other jack ass's comments are in red italics):


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The folks that will take $7.15 an hour won't include those who get fired because their labor is not worth that to the employer. No reputable economist supports the minimum wage increase. - Jack Davis

This is not a joke. Or a game. Or a time for airhead comments about "reputable economists" from those who pretend to be for workers. Money flows up, not down. People’s lives are at stake. In a practical sense, this feeds the economy. Businesses don’t carry excess labor.

In a moral sense, suppression of wages is nothing more than a RAPE of men, women and children across this country. Predators.

Mundo nulla fides! Money is a tool and a weapon. It us an unnecessary artifice we have deemed necessary. We speak of it as we should of love. We use it as a substitute for having faith in our Maker. As this world dies, you’ll see no sympathy from me. Burn, baby, burn.

[Responding to another commenter] Marc,
You said: "Anyone who decides to downsize or close up shop over a rise in the minimum wage did not have a viable business to begin with" That's just nonsense. Some small businesses cannot afford min wage hikes and close down. I've worked in many. You cannot repeal the laws of economics with wishful thinking. For some reason many liberals have their version of "Inteligent Design " in minimum wage; namely pseudo-scientific mumbo-jumbo. - Jack Davis


Blogging, arguing, commenting – it’s all meaningless in the eyes of God. It’s so hilarious how we perpetually believe that somehow God is dependent on us to know the truth. But, if you’re going to be a moron, at least be a competent moron.

Jack, dude, what an unskilled liar you are. The first comment with “reputable economists” was bad enough. You need to pretend somewhat to believe what you say! Try providing at least one quote from one of these famed economists. Make it look like you did some research and that you’re not just making the self-serving comment that you are.

The hole only gets deeper with your second remark. What a painfully obvious fabricated statement! Now, there may be a germ of truth that many businesses have shut down once you’ve worked for them. Incompetence does that. But do you think anyone’s really buying this? Then, like all liars, you embed your own confession: “You cannot repeal the laws of economics with wishful thinking.” Don’t include axioms that can be used against your own argument! The last line of your comment is such gibberish I can only conclude the drug of your choice was kicking in.

I know you think you were being smart using the tactic of “never give them anything specific to attack.” But, um, you weren’t (being smart, that is).

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As long as we're stupid enough to let money rule our lives, we've got to minimize the damage it does until we wake up. Money is not important, we've just agreed to pretend it is.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Homeless Man Dies. Cop Looks for Donut Shop

DALLAS (AP) The body of a dead homeless man was brought in last night. The coroner's office was aghast. "Amazing! It's looks as if he strangled himself! He must have really wanted to die."

Police, however, seemed only annoyed when asked if there would be an investigation. "Who gives a fuck? No one wanted him to live anyway. Christ, I need a donut!"

So this reporter took it upon himself to find a deeper answer. I found a few souls who'd been in contact with him. These were the thoughts on the final days of a nobody named Albert Einstein:

"Doesn't surprise me at all. He'd been deeply unhappy for a looong time. He was smart about science and stuff but couldn't get laid for the life of him."

"No one really knew him. Something was eating at him. No one knew exactly what - even when he told us."

"He always said God wanted him dead. His soul was poisoned."

"He wanted to go. Each day was a monumental effort of will. I'm amazed he lasted this long."

"What the hell, what homeless being has a future anyway?"


Meet the New Butcher, Worse Than the Old Butcher

Several months ago we literally pulled a man in his underwear out of a hole in the ground in Iraq. A few days ago we hung him by the neck. Lord knows I never thought it possible to make a sympathetic figure of Saddam Hussein. It seems the only person really rejoicing about this is our President, bouncing around the White House like a monkey on steroids. Meet the new Butcher of Baghdad.

We killed the "bad guy" but how do you shoot the mentality that put him in power? Now we've opened the Pandora's box of a mad scramble for power. Civilians and Americans are caught in the crossfire. The breakdown has enabled criminals and opportunists for terror to run rampant. Remarkably, there are still those among us who think we know what's best for others. Beware the man who wants to run your life, he seeks only to ruin it.

Don't get me wrong, Saddam was a monster. He recruited fellow monsters to terrorize and exploit the country. But stopping him is not the same as solving the problem. Like the ancient Israelites, the Iraqis chose to have a king to rule them. No one gets to be stupid for free. ("When that day comes, you will cry out for relief from the king you have chosen, and the Lord will not answer you in that day." -Samuel 8:18)

So we decided to play God. God turned his back on you, Iraq, but we love you. We are going to save you and you will give us all your oil in return. And then you will thank us! Instead, our President and all his followers have merely transferred the blood from the hands of Saddam to their own hands. Luckily, we know he's going to come clean of this crime and start the healing process.


Sunday, December 31, 2006

Sitting on the Edge of the World

"Sitting on a cornflake
Waiting for the van to come."

-The Walrus

John Lennon spoke of when he was a youth he would look in the mirror and his face would "trance into alpha." That made him feel like a freak. And while I don't think I ever had a moment like that, I do know I've had "lost" moments I can explain to no one.

They arrive unexpectedly, when you relax - and at the most inopportune times. Moments when if you were to ask me the time or date or planet or reality, I could not answer you and have it be the truth. You stop, look around, and suddenly in you're in the universe - not some crap job or menial exisitence. It makes you want to live there forever...

One such moment for me happened on a sunny spring day in the oil fields of north Texas. I was just along for the ride with the driver who drained the holding tank of water pumped up with the oil (this has be drained and deposited at a registered disposal facility or the owner can be fined). Sitting out in the middle of nowhere, watching the breeze play with the grass and listening to the constant squeak of the pump, I lost my name.

I could have sat there forever, completely calm and content. I was in a place of dreams. If a flying saucer had landed - if anything had happened - it would have all seemed plausible. Sitting on the edge of the world, you can see into infinity. There was a truth in this moment I did not want to leave. I was timeless...

Reality was shattered by a voice of the world. "Come back," it said. "Life is all bills, bullshit and bothers." It was a sightless voice, seeing only with its eyes. "There's no other reality than what he have made." But having seen the universe, I know better.


Barbarians R Us

Bar-bar-ian (noun) an uncivilized, uncultured person; a brutal, cruel, insensitive person whose behavior is unacceptable.

"The poor you will always have with you." These are the words of Jesus Christ. Perverts will interpret this to mean: "there will always be fuck-ups." And a pervert always needs someone to denigrate. What Jesus was really saying is: "the world will always be unfair."

I hear all sorts of "solutions" to poverty. With over half the world in poverty, obviously none have worked. So far we have tried: government programs, charity, socialism, communism, capitalism, this ism, that ism. You can spend your entire life dedicated to ending poverty and it will only be a band aid, never a cure. The reason all efforts fail is because we concentrate on the symptoms, and not the cause.

"You shall have no other gods before me." There it is again, that pesky ol' First Commandment. Obviously God has no fucking idea how to run a society. You've got to appeal to people's greed! It's the only way! Money first, then God. That's when you can call yourself holy - making that "work".

Problem with that is we really are made in the image of God. It's human nature to care, to give and to reach out to others. In America, if you are not for greed and selfishness, you're a traitor. Our whole society is based on greed and we want to keep it! The irony of course is that that very same greed is what will cost us everything.

We are savages; putting survival up for sale. God in her wisdom put us perpetually at the mercy of one another, to force us to learn to live together. Instead, we merely use that vulnerability for blackmail. Only barbarians build a world set up to reward taking advantage of one another. And we'll always be barbarians as long as survival is up for sale.


It's All Good for the New Year


Our President will be a good and fair man.

The world will be just fine.

Our enemies will become our friends.

2007 will be remembered as the Summer of Love.

The environment will begin it's long journey of healing.

Poverty and hunger will vanish off the face of the earth forever.

Peace will reign supreme. We will beat our swords into ploughshares and our spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not raise sword against nation; we will train for war no more.

We shall turn to love for the answer.

All things will be good.



Thursday, December 21, 2006

It's a Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad World!

Here lately I've been trespassing all over the blog of the great Flavia Colgan. I saw her on TV and was fascinated by her. "Who is that woman!" So I googled her and she turned out to be all I hoped for. I even sent her an email which she graciously acknowledged. I love you, Flavia!

Her blog is much different than mine - it's actually read. So I have the chance to interact and chip in my two cents and be heard. My comments are aliased under "Sidney Reilly" and "Haiku Monk". She also does "guest blogs", throwing out others' points of view to be digested. One guest blog was from a punk kid with the tried and true diatribe on the evil of TV. Couched in the tones of a Shakespearian tragedy, he laments a nation of couch potatoes more interested in Britney Spears than the politics of state. Check out Britney's ass below and you tell me what you're more interested in.

I pointed out to my punky friend that there are oh so many more real and alleged evils in the world he forgot to rail against. Here is a listing below (feel free to add your own!):

movies, modern music, pop culture, war culture, the sixties, degenerate youths, video games, uptight yellow-bellied sons-of-tricky-Dicky, Sith warriors, illegal drugs, legal drugs, bad parents, bad schools, bad breath, mislabeling, no labeling, Twinkies, hidden gay cartoon characters (how did we ever win WWII with that cross-dressing Bugs??), big business, small business, busybodies, nobodies, communists, capitalists, sexists, racists, horny haters, horny players, horny priests, enemies of the state, radicals, moderates, pantheists and lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

It's a Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad World!