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‘Robot Chicken Embarrassment’ Embarassment

Julio — Fri, 08 May 2009 23:17:00 +0000

Imagine being a huge geeky-nerdy fan of criticizing other huge geeky-nerdy fans’ favorite TV shows..which I am…and have someone dash those dreams and hopes into the dirt…well, that’s what happened to me the other day.

After posting a comment on an article about a favorite show of ~Static~ on Krapsody.com, his discovery that the Cartoon Network-Adult Swim series Robot Chicken in fact sucks, was a rather disheartening experience for him. He then wrote an article on ProjectJulio.com describing, in verbose (and oddly sexual) detail, the embarrassment my comment caused. The following is my heartfelt and entirely original apology:

I’M SORRY ~STATIC~
I NEVER MEANT TO HURT YOU
I NEVER MEANT TO MAKE YOU CRY
BUT TONIGHT, I’M CLEANING OUT MY CLOSET

P.S. Thanks to Eminem, DJ Skittles and other white rappers named after popular bite-sized candies for making this post possible…aaaaand I’m pretty sure that’s everyone who inspired this post…yup, everyone.
p.p.s. Thanks also to, ~Static~, for making this post possible.

Robot Chicken Embarrassment

Static — Sun, 03 May 2009 18:24:00 +0000

this shit is bananas

Another Senseless Guest Post by Static

Imagine being a huge geeky-nerdy fan of one of your favorite shows..which you are..and have someone dash those dreams and hopes into the dirt, making you feel like a complete tool. Well, that’s what happened to me the other day.

After posting an article about a favorite show of mine on Krapsody.com, my discovery that the Cartoon Network-Adult Swim series Robot Chicken in fact sucks, was a rather disheartening experience.

Lets have a look shall we?

“Julio said…

Sorry, but I friggin’ HATE Robot Chicken. The following is EVERY ROBOT CHICKEN SKETCH EVER:
1. Use characters from sit-coms and cartoons that aired between 1980 and 1990. If said characters aren’t present, then something of this sort should occur (i.e. something involving the balls): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtOLqNuTOag
2. Make said characters act like every-day individuals in every-day situations. Resist keeping them in-character; they must act OPPOSITE to their character. Therefore, Darth Vader is afraid of spiders and Charlie Brown kills baby animals…for fun!
3. Rinse and repeat.

April 30, 2009 7:22 PM”

“~Static~ responded…

@ Julio – But that’s what makes Robot Chicken so endearing.

Robot Chicken makes fun of mediocre sketch comedy formulae, while proudly supporting it at the same time…

Or something like that…

We’re vulnerable here, please stop toying with our fragile self-conception!

May 3, 2009 1:34 PM”

Clearly, you can sense my shame in my response. But even more shameful is what other people like to do when they think about Robot Chicken.

Geejus krist that’s disgusting!

Just when you thought Project Julio would dispense with the shock tactics, huh? Nope! icanhascheezburger will have more uploads like this in the future to share with PJ/NPH readers!

Note: Chicken maniac..err Chicken man’s picture can easily be found just be Google-ing the keyword “colonel’s secret recipe”..either Google fucked up, or that is in fact the Colonel’s secret recipe.

Anyway, as if this wasn’t enough, I also have a confession.
To further distinguish shame from embarrassment, I wish to point to two types of embarrassment. These I will call embarrassment as self-consciousness and embarrassment as mild shame.

In the latter type, embarrassment as mild shame is related to a negative self-evaluation. For example, in reference to Kentucky Fried Chicken, a person’s negative self-evaluation of eating is not associated with the amount of food that he or she consumed when not hungry, but was linked to their perceptions of being restricted from those foods leading to

1) an eating disorder and becoming very thin, or
2) not caring and becoming grossly overweight, or
3) having a balanced lifestyle approach and indulging on occasion, but looking healthy in appearance
4) a complete fuckwit who puts a rubber chicken in their butt anytime Robot Chicken is mentioned and then takes a picture of it which ends up on the net
5) following number four the chicken stuffer’s identity becomes known

In the first type, embarrassment appears to be more shyness than shame. Such as

1) being a self-unaware nerd who likes Robot Chicken
2) being a self-aware nerd who loves Robot Chicken
3) wanting to put a rubber chicken in your butt anytime Robot Chicken is mentioned

Self-consciousness, such as the embarrassment of admitting to enjoying the show, Robot Chicken, led to embarrassment and humiliation and my self-conscious discovery that I am a HUGE nerd. But I’m not as much as a nerd as say..Barack Obama.

At this point it is probably pretty obvious that I’m a bona fide nerd. I was fully aware of this fact before just now, but this morning after I woke up, I had a legitimate full nerd moment that I can’t deny at all. I sat at my laptop, closed my eyes for a few seconds and…

recited Pi to as many decimal places as I could remember.

I got to 3.14159265359 and was actually excited about my abilities until I suddenly realized I had settled into full nerd territory. The worst part about it is that I’m not ashamed about it at all (possible negative self-evaluation or embracing that self-evaluation and making it a positive one).

Most people who think they know me, don’t know the full extent of my nerdiness. In reality, probably only 2-3 people fully realize just how much of a nerd I am. That’s about all the people I know really…I tend to only display around 22.87% of my nerdiness to the general populace, and around 18.07% of that is through my blog. But 99.9% of my readers KNOW this already.

The other .1% are either clueless, or are just self-unaware nerds.

With this giant leap into the land of Geakuh (pronounced: Geek), I may just begin to reveal more and more of my nerdiness to the world.

Clue #1 – I like Star Wars. Stay tuned for moar kthxbye!

Julio’s Note: For a more sexually arousing version of this article, visit here. Also, Kudos to ~Static~ for discovering this site: http://www.pornolize.com

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The Para"OMFG"Olympics

Julio — Fri, 01 May 2009 23:22:00 +0000

Okay, lets just say your wife’s best friend is a paraplegic (i.e. cripple). One day, your wife’s friend invites you both to view the Paralympics, with the main event being the 5K women’s wheel-chair race. Everything is going fine…you’re even enjoying yourself and getting into the race. Then THIS happens:

Do you say:

a) Shriek in horror “Oh My Fucking God (OMFG)! I hope they have wheel-chair insurance!”

b) “OMFG, as if being a cripple wasn’t bad enough!”

c) “It’s okay everyone…God obviously just hates some people more than others…”

d) Laugh histerically until you’re kicked out of the house by your wife’s angry wheel-chair ridden best friend.

e) “Sliiiiiiide-show”

If you chose “D”…then you’re a fucking moron. However, being that I am a fucking moron, I had no other choice BUT to choose “D”. Before you judge me, though, please hear me out. I hate crippled people…if, that is, you consider them to be “people” in the first place! The only thing they’re good for are side-show slide-shows.

…Of course, I don’t really feel that way, but would not such a view be considered “extreme“? Extremely offensive, angry, illogical and hateful? I mean, what the hell kind of person hates and makes fun of people who overcome a handicapp?

Oh, right…soooo maybe it was a bit Hitler-ish to laugh at a 5-wheel-chair pile-up. Speaking of which, Hitler was known to be quite the humorist. In the new non-fiction “The Last Witness,” Hitler’s personal telephonist recalls his disturbing jokes about concentration camp victims, some of whom, we can imagine, were probably crippled. That being said, I think the spirit of Hitler is well alive in the following paralympic joke:

I noes can getz up! I noes haz legz…=(

Now, Before you judge me, though, please hear me out. You must first realize that it was not I, Julio, who made this image, but rather ~Static~ of Krapsody.com. I did not do anything wrong; I only did what I was told…hmm, now where did I hear that argument before?

Oh, right…

After a Lengthy Hiatus, Hitler’s Famous Mustache is Socially Acceptable (and cool)!

Julio — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 23:57:00 +0000

SPOILER ALERT: I AM A PSYCHOPATH. If you are offended by material designed specifically to be offensive, follow this link to something more appropriate.

Let me just start off by informing you that I may/do suffer from a condition which prevents me from comprehending “human” emotion. That being said, I can now admit that I am not certain whether or not “the Holocaust” was necessarily a “bad” thing…but then again, the fact that there is only one “the Holocaust,” much like there is only one “NAMBLA” and one true “God” (i.e. Zeus), indicates that it was nonetheless significant. For whatever reason, the mastermind of the Holocuast…was not Jesus executing his revenge on the Jews for his untimely death, though it would make an awesome animated film made by Disney/Pixar titled “Horton Hears a Jew: The Diary of Anne Frank II“.

No, no…instead, the “accepted” mastermind of the Holocuast, Adolf Smallpenis Hitler, was guilty of the alleged genocide of 10 million-or-so “people,” and in doing so completely tarnished the reputation of the infamous mustache. After the end of WWII, any and all who would dare replicate his signature “thick, only on the middle-upper-lip mustache” were thereon considered social outcasts and otherwise dispicable human beings…

…that is, until recently. Below is a chart detailing the evolution of the Hitler mustache from eclectic fashion to brutal dictator to A-list celebrity.

Top Row: American Nazi Politicians; Middle: Known Historical Nazis; Bottom: Celebrety Nazis

As we can clearly see, the Hitler Mustache was harmless fashion, first made famous by Jesus Christ, and then again by comedian Charlie Chaplin. Then came Hitler, who chose this particular mustache for reasons that we can only assume involved God’s twisted plan to have revenge on the Jews for killing Jesus. Slowly but surely, the mustache made its return to political life, especially in America, where it is speculated that the inherent evil of the mustache corrupted all who dared to wear it. About two years ago, however, celebrities in Hollywood, CA began sporting the facist facial hair to award ceremonies and prominent charity events. The image of the Hitler Mustache soon changed from that of a Tyrranical Toothbrush to a Charitable Chaplin. Today, prominent wearers include celebrity couple “Bradgelina” and that weird guy who played “Kramer” on Seinfeld who’s also a racist.

Anyway, if any of you guys inside the series of tubes known as the “Internets” know of any other celebrities who are sporting the “Hitler Mustache” just drop the info inside the comment line and share it with the world (i.e. the 12 people per month who stumble across this website!~)

The Guest Post From Hell

Julio — Sat, 31 Jan 2009 03:01:00 +0000

What in the hell is hell? I’m not a christian or a religious person. However, IF I could define hell, I’d say that it would be having your car break down in rush hour traffic on the freeway, hundreds of people trapped behind you, cars and cars full of angry eyes, they honk their horns, give fingers and yell out their windows as they go around you.

The predicament makes you so frazzled you stop thinking straight and make a hasty decision to walk to a payphone because your cellphone is dead. Along the way to look for a payphone an SUV full of teenagers (who are obviously driving mommy’s car) chuck a milkshake on you and proceed to laugh and speed off splashing you with a huge puddle of water beside the road.

By the time you call for help and get back to your car, it’s been towed by the police because you essentially “abandoned” the vehicle without so much as leaving a note in the window (oops, won’t ever do that again.) So then you end up trying to hitch a ride, finally after flashing your hairy pasty white leg at a driver they pull over.

You get in the car and you enter the world of “creepy guy” who proceeds to hit on you in every way imaginable. After protesting his advances he goes psycho on you, and robs you at screwdriver point (that’s when someone holds a screwdriver to your jugular and starts making demands, thank the stars he isn’t demanding teh buttsecks.)

After being robbed and beaten about the head and neck with a screwdriver handle he dumps your half-conscious body near an underpass where a stray dog humps your leg and pees all over your head. This disgusts you but nevertheless rouses you from your concussion, and you then begin walking to the nearest payphone to call the police. But you realize you are in Crackville, have only spare change, and waiting for the cops to arrive in such a neighborhood isn’t such a good idea any way. So realizing you have some change, you instead look for the nearest bus stop to get the “hell” out of Dodge.

While waiting for the bus a homeless guy asks you for some spare change. You tell him you don’t have any but he doesn’t believe you. He gets angry and belligerent, he tells you that you are not a good christian, that the apocalypse is near and then he starts to throw feces on you. You run out into the street to escape the mad man and a bus nails you head on sending you airborne.

You land on a speeding car that veers out of control when the driver freaks out, and go crashing through the front window of a 7-11 breaking a gas main, the accident causes an explosion that nearly incinerates everything within 1,000 feet of it’s epicenter.

You then wake up in the hospital (since you aren’t dead yet) with 3rd degree burns over 95% of your body, in fact most of your flesh is gone and they have plans to do multiple skin grafts from the skin on your ass (the only place untouched by the explosion.) Months and months into the procedure a nurse one afternoon forgets to keep your life support plugged-in and you slowly slip into a coma.

You wake years later and don’t remember anything, everyone you knew gave up hope that you’d ever “return” and are no longer a part of your life to help refresh your memory, or hold your hand through this difficult time. An inexperienced by-the-book representative from a collections agency shows up upon hearing of your recovery and since the insurance ran out a few years ago, he/she orders that you pay the sum of $12 million dollars for your hospital stay or you’re out on the street.

That’s hell. Of course hell could also be allowing a guy like me to guest post on your blog.

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Yo "Gabba Gabba," or, Yo "What the flying fuck is this?!?!" or, Yo "100 ways to traumatize your children in 30 minutes or less!"

Julio — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 16:07:00 +0000

Did a giant green monster just MURDER those vegetables?!?! I title this clip: “How to make

even the simplest tasks, such as eating, psychologically scarring for your child…part I” or

“Mommy, I cannot eat those carrots…I refuse to become a murderer like you!!!“

In the above video containing a scene from the new Nick Jr. program entitled “Yo Gabba Gabba.” In a mere 2 minutes, the program manages to fuck up your child’s brain in the following ways:

1. Educate children as to the gentle, friendly nature of talking plants…and how you murder them everyday during lunch

2. Show sentient creatures being eaten alive and then slowly digested

3. Promote the use of Psychedelics through the reenactment of an hallucinogenic episode

4. Personify vegetables in order to create an army of carnivorous kindergardeners that will destroy the vegan culture, because hey, at least cows don’t fucking talk.

If that isn’t enough, how about stereotyping black people as being the only source of rhythm, obese, and being capable of only the simplest modes of communication. Either this fat black dude is playing the part of a mentally challenged person, or this mentally challenged person is playing the part of a fat black dude…I will simply provide you with the evidence. It is up to you to make the conclusion:

Or MAYBE it is that he thinks the audience is mentally challenged…or deaf…

or in the hospital.

No, this is NOT a sketch from Mad TV. Further proof in favor of this actor being:

deaf; mentally challenged; token black guy; all of the above

conclusion

Proof of the existence of Dr. Grumbles, the Talking-Fish God

Julio — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 14:54:00 +0000

Seen here after receiving his JD in Copyright Law

This blog, believe it or not, is not my first internet “project.” I know; this blog is so terribly put together that it is difficult to believe that I have had any prior experience whatsoever. The fact that I have even used a computer before creating “Project Julio” seems like a spectacular idea. But it’s true. Here it is: www.geocities.com/drgrumblesphd

I know what you’re thinking: “What the hell is this website about?” Unfortunately, this is a question between you and God, because I don’t have a fucking clue. As far as I can tell, it’s about the “Talking-Fish-God” named “Doctor Grumbles.” I created him LIKE A YEAR BEFORE THE FLYING SPATHETTI MONSTER, you know, that son-of-a-bitch who stole my entire idea and now makes thousands of dollars due to his internet fame. Anyway, I was a Freshman in college (still am), and a complete and utter moron (still am), so I had no idea my tomfoolerly involving talking invertebrates actually had a basis in reality. Yes, I said it: TALKING FISH REALLY DO EXIST.

Okay, so the people involved in the story were crazy Jewish fish-cutters. It’s not like anyone of high esteem, say, the LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD, would agree with such a ridiculous contention as “talking-fish…”

This is actually the least-ridiculous thing he’s ever said…

Okay, so maybe Lame-Duck President Bush isn’t exactly the most qualified person on this subject, as well as any other subject for that matter, including but not limited to: Pretzels, Foreign Policy, the English Language, public speaking and history (which he acquired a degree in at Yale and immediately thereafter negated his entire education through coke-enduced amnesia).

Sorry, but that’s really all the evidence I have been capable to produce. It seems that a talking-fish-God isn’t exactly the most common way to manifest a diety…or is it?

Dagon, the fish god, apparently practicing some sort of fish-karate.

Then, there’s this article with over 30 citations regarding historic fish-god’s and their relationship with Jesus Christ. And by relationship, of course, I mean that Jesus Christ IS a fish-god, or rather a fish-god was used as a skeleton to which a Jesus-like material was placed over it to create a more relatable figure (you know, things like lungs, legs and human genetalia). If you aren’t convinced yet, how about the SUBLIMINAL YET UBIQUITOUS USE OF DAGON THE FISH GOD IN OUR CULTURE?!?! Here’s the proof:

Video courtesy of the truth and the light. Best clips: 3:00 relates the Jesus fish to a vagina. Also look for Dagon’s relationship with Starbucks.

I know all you elite, liberal, “examine the credibility of the evidence provided” naysaysers will try to call “the truth and the light” a group of right-wing, fundamentalist Christian, conspiracy theorists. Although you would be completely correct in that assumption, because I have a weakness for conspiracy theories due to both their simplification of complex social issues and the sheer entertainment value of these crazy conspiracies, ranging form the popular existence of “the New World Order/Illuminati ” to the not-so-popular/batshit-crazy “government cameras hidden inside those new digital cable boxes which will replace antennas .“

The government is spying on us, apparently because it is

well known that Terrorists usually plan their attacks

while watching re-runs of “The View,” or masturbating to “The View.”

That’s all for now. But soon the entire world will know of…DOCTOR GRUMBLES, the Talking-Fish-God!!!!

Continued: Top 2 of Top 3 of Top 5 Causes of Current Financial Crisis

Julio — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 18:39:00 +0000

2. Politicians:

This is a continuation of the original article, “Top 5 Causes of Current Financial Crisis.“

…AND of this one, “Top 3 of Top 5 Causes of Current Financial Crisis.“

…AND, as you can see by the current title of today’s blog, the odds of me completing the series today are highly unlikely. If you can’t take the suspense, here’s the gist of what’s to come:

2. Politicians

*picture of Nixon*

Nixon eats babies. No, seriously. Remember the Hindenburg baby? So does Nixon. That’s because he ate it in order to satisfy his thirst for new souls.

Other baby-eaters include: Bill Cosby, Bill Clinton, Bill Mauer and Bill O’Rielley. This doesn’t make any sense anymore, does it? I need to get more sleep. And a life. And…no, that’s it.

1. Poltergeist

*picture of Nixon*

Nixon is a poltergeist. No, seriously. Remember the movie, “Poltergeist?” He’s the one who sucked the house into a void…and melted this guy’s face. Why am I continuing on even though this blog lacks a single coherent thought? I’m supposed to write one everyday or apparently I won’t write one at all (which I am sure would make you all happy).

On an unrelated note, here’s this article from cracked.com

If you read the “comments” section at the bottom of the screen, you’ll find a lot of people “claiming” to have “asperger’s syndrome,” the disorder which was parodied in the article as being a “bandwagon” disease that nerds and losers use to justify their virginity. Not only does this prove that people do the very thing that the article claims, but it also proves another, lesser-known disorder known asw “Assburger’s Syndrome.”

“Yes, you guessed it: I have Assburgers syndrome, or whatever it’s called. I like to respond to possibly offensive topics by claiming that I have a personal connection to the topic so as to generate some sort of sympathy towards myself and make everyone else look like s**t-eating a*****e fucks. Other symptoms include:

-People who say “My mom’s dead” in response to a “Your mom” comment

-People who say “I have cancer” when someone tells a cancer joke

-People who say “My sister was raped” when you make a joke about the time their sister was raped.” -Famous Scientist #12

That’s all I am physically capable of coming up with. In conclusion, I guess, here’s a guy throwing a puppy off of a cliff. Classic.

Soldier Throws Puppy Off Cliff *remix*
Uploaded by robphilandjorge

And, for some reason, and old lady shooting her red-neck son’s machine gun:

If you don’t "Digg" this blog, I will "follow" (stalk) you like John Hinckley "followed" (stalked) Jodi Foster…

Julio — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 20:10:00 +0000

You read my blog. Maybe not on purpose. Maybe due to sheer pity at the flimsy association I may/may not have with you. Maybe you read my blog because you sort-of remember my name and the link I sent you read “Free Porn of Miley Cyrus…and Chubaka.“

Regardless of how I convinced/misled you to read this blog, the fact of the matter is that you have, and by virtue of reading this sentence, your computer has already been infected with a virus permantely making my blog your homepage…and also, everytime you type the words “the, an, a, it, Amy Winehouse” they will autmatically be replaced by a link to THIS (NSFW). Now here’s a video which should sum up your expected reaction to the link.

If that doesn’t do it for you, then I apologize for what I am about to say: I did not like the Godfather. Aside from this blatent use of Family Guy to fill up what is obviously a lack of material on my part, I seriously will stalk your asses. I will record your I.P. Address and from that get your Home Address, your P.O. Box and even, possibly, YOUR MIND!!! But, honestly, I will stalk your ass like futuristic, time-travelling robots stalk John Conner and Linda Hamilton.

Now, in case any of you are too young or uncultured to understand the title of my blog entry, let me try to explain it to your walnut-sized brains. John Hinckley was the man behind the assassination attempt of Ronald Reagan. Yes, someone actually DID shoot and injure Reagan, though I suppose you were too busy staring at the spotted cleavage of a 60-year-old Civics teacher and wondering what all those strange feelings (in your pants) were about to notice.

Oh, Junior High Civics teacher, how you Vex me…

But there is more to John Hinckley than just shooting Reagan. He also stalked Jodi Foster, and I don’t mean adult, “Contact,” Jodi Foster, I mean 12-year-old, “Taxi Driver” Jodi Foster, though by the time he began stalking her she was already in college. To prove he wasn’t just another, run of the mill, hide in the bushes while masturbating stalker, he began taking classes at Harvard, specifically classes that Jodi Foster was also taking.

Though this appears to be the most reasonable way to woo a celebrity without appearing like a total shit-eating nut-job (TSENJ), Hinckley proved not only that he was too much a total shit-eating nut-job to make the plan work but that Harvard has no problem allowing total shit-eating nut-jobs into their University just as long as they don’t officially enroll (for all those TSENJ’s out there, here’s how even you can attend Harvard [during the summer, anyway]).

Not convinced of his insanity? Aside from his trial, where he successfully argued an insanity plea, here’s the letter he sent to Ms. Foster right before the assassination attempt. What beautiful poetry, if by poetry I mean a pathetic expression of enfatuation for an actress which began with her role as a 12-year-old prostitute. Oh yea, that’s romantic…child prostitutes…

I’m a fat, lazy fuck

Julio — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 20:57:00 +0000

My 10th birthday party. Everyone left becaues I ate all 13 cakes…

In case you don’t know, I’m a twenty-something with no job and am currently out of school. I have ‘currently’ been such a person for about, say, a year. I play online games, and although I do not live with my mom DIRECTLY, I do live with her in the sense that “She gives me money to live somewhere else because I am so god-damned annoying and I never wear pants.”

I just bought a new flatscreen T.V. at a garage sale with the money my mom sent me for reasons she dubbed as “so your wife doesn’t leave you for a man who: bathes, shaves, works, listens and is NOT: violent, an adulterer, member of NAMBLA, “Pal around with terrorists,” search the garbage for food AAAAND give her STD’s because he sleeps with prostitutes.“

So, because I don’t understand why sleeping with a prostitute is such a bad thing, I bought my flatscreen. Isn’t. She. Beautiful?!?!

Anyway, CNN makes me SO angry at conservatives because it is so damn liberal (as in, it points out all the fucked-up shit Republicans do). Fox News, on the other hand, makes me angry at conservatives because it is so Jesus-Fucking-Christ Conservative (as in, it CELEBRATES all the fucked-up shit Republican’s do). I can’t wait until Obama fucks something up so I can be angry at liberals again…I kinda forgot what it feels like to hate liberals. What happened to Michael Moore and his fat, obnoxious and liberal propaganda films which treated wacked-out and unsupported conspiracy theories as facts “the man” or “they” (as they are often referred to) doesn’t/don’t want you to know.

In fact, “the man” is Michael Moore’s fat ass, and what he doesn’t want you to know is that the reason his films are successful is because most people will believe ANYTHING about someone they hate. If someone tells you that Hitler used to fuck dead children while stabbing a baby, I doubt many peopel would contest. Show him smiling while hugging a little girl, however, and all of a sudden it’s propaganda.

Accepted Fiction

As with Bush, suggest he secretly plotted 9/11 and this simple solution to a comlex issue replaces reasoning, mostly because we’re all so damned pissed-the-fuck-off about things like Iraq…and the P.A.T.R.I.O.T. Act…and bankrupting our country…and eating kittens (I know I just made that up but I guarantee at least 50% of those who read this [i.e. 1 person] will think this photo is real:

Accepted Fact

Since I have just run out of random crap to say, read this article from cracked.com (but don’t visit the forums…they’re a bunch of pussies over there).