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Fevered speculations by an inhabitant of an alternate dystopia haunted in his night terrors by the specter of a hairless Belgian woman playing the clarinet, badly. Also entertaining observations and comments on current events as well as erudite fiction for those unimpressed with the opinions of Oswald Spengler.
Saturn Devouring His Children
Our Founder
For the Discerning Blog Fancier
- Little Miss Attila, savvy political commentary
- Interesting News Items, unbiased imaginary news of the day
- Pravda, a less biased version of the NYT
- Hollywood Dog, Garfield after having his testicles wired to a field generator
- Blinkynet, a friend's blog, he used to drink
- Write Enough, treasoness utterings of a capitalist running dog and sports enthusiast
- Cats that look like Hitler, the title says it all
About Me
- Dutch
- Down the road, About an hours drive
- I was raised by well meaning but impoverished circus people until I was kidnapped by a pack of lawyers. I get all the moisture I need from the seeds and nuts I collect. I am a strict Fungarian and eat only non flowering plants. I was expelled from France. I lead a life of noisy desperation. If you love something, let it go. If it comes back, lock it in your trunk for a few hours and see if its still glad to see you when you let it out. favorite quote: "Every time I hear the word culture I reach for my pistol."
2 comments:
Took me a moment. Good one.
What was I thinking! Of course you are right, right on so many levels to point out my failings and where my paltry attempts at humor stumbled into the dark abyss of my own short comings. No words of mine are adequate to express my grief at wasting even a nanosecond of your time by my poorly realized cretinist leavings. I am unworthy of the name f**ktard but throw my self at your feet in abject shame over my disgrace.
Yeah, jokes about wife beating are always fun.
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