bruisedhips is a thoroughly sick individual. Courtesy her we have:

also not safe for work

”It was an anti-control statement,” said Sam Marks, a senior from Atlanta who wore a black dominatrix outfit Friday night.

Courtesy torgo_x

A good evening gabbling along with nickjb about art and life and music and art again. We had just got through a good discussion of the death of expertise in rock ‘n’ roll and were being very smart about big ideas (this is fun), and also talking about how impossible standup comedy is, because everyone hates actual humor and just likes to be insulted and made nervous. Basically the usual rediscovery that stupidity is a big virtue and one isn’t supposed to GET TOO BIG FOR ONE’S BRITCHES ‘round here.

And as we were walking to our cars, the poster boy for this mentality, Mr. Drunk Bartender with Beer Bottle Design Shirt was walking to his car and yelling back and forth to a friend:

DRUNK_BARTENDER: LATER HOSER!!!
FRIEND: LATER, YOU GOIN’ HOME OR WHAT? YOU LOSER
DRUNK_BARTENDER: FUCK NO! I’M GOIN’ GAMBLIN!
FRIEND: RIGHT ON! YOU COMIN’ WITH US TO THE FINE CITY OF SAN BERNARDINO?
DRUNK_BARTENDER: WHAT? FUCK?

This is the kind of atmosphere that drives anyone with an IQ over about 60 into grumpy elitism purely as a defense mechanism. Stuff a rock ‘n’ roll club or a comedy joint with 100 of these guys and you can see why pop culture is such a nasty business.

citizenx is a bad, bad man.

I’ve noticed that it’s possible to get Orange County White Guys to wear or display damn near any logo merchandise done in blackletter type and/or with German military symbols on it. This pisses me off, not just because of the crypto-Nazi flavor of all this stuff, but because it’s been going on for 20 years and it’s really boring. I’ve come up with a couple of designs of my own that I hope to sell to these truck-driving, skating, drinking, ignorant, racist fucks. Ahem. The other day I saw a sullen, ape-like kid wearing a hat that said in some blackletter type SULLEN. And I saw my millionth Independent shirt with the iron cross. And the West Coast choppers with the iron cross. And I thought ARE YOU ALL NEO NAZIS OR JUST NO-NECK MORONS? ANYWAY, here’s my designs:

Karl*: Yeah, so my big brother had one of those vans, a 1974 Chevy Van with the big block engine, slicks on the back, carpet in the interior, the whole thing.

nickjb: Did he have Humble Pie’s Rockin’ the Fillmore on 8-track? All of those guys did.

*Karl is a fiftysomething divorced aerospace engineer who hangs out at the coffeehouse a lot. He is a nice fella and has entertaining stories at times.

the girls won’t touch me ‘cause I got a misdirection
and livin’ at night ain’t helpin my complexion

DON’T NEED A CURE
DON’T NEED A CURE
DON’T NEED CURE NEED A FINAL SOLUTION

When I was a little kid, one year we had a live Christmas tree. It was small, but alive! And therefore more interesting. We decorated it but not too much, and strewed the presents around it, and it was different and fun that year.

Afterwards, we planted it in the front yard. I even helped dig the hole although I was too small to be of any great use. I got to learn about evergreens, and about planting trees, and I got the cool lecture about how big trees come from small plantings.

Twenty years later, the tree towered over the house in the front yard. Finally achieving its true purpose, it reached down with one long sinewy taproot and ripped out our sewer, costing us thousands of dollars and tremendous frustration and inconvenience.

And that’s my Christmas story.

Here at Ignatz Industries we try to be forward looking, and as the Dear Leader I have a special responsibility to guide my minions into the future. I’m asking my readership to help me with a task of the greatest importance: planning my New Year’s Resolution. Please choose from one of the possible choices below:

http://www.latimes.com/news/local/orange/la-me-haidl7dec07,1,5408608.story?coll=la-editions-orange

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The sequence of events:

1. Young son of rich local participates in gang rape of a minor at dad’s house and videotapes it

2. The tape somehow gets to the police

3. Dad, who is a sort of honorary sheriff’s deputy, attempts a coverup and obstruction of justice with the collusion of senior officials in the Sheriffs Department

4. The cops proceed with their investigation despite political pressure

5. Someone distributes flyers with the victim’s last name in them, fishing for info

6. As a result of this and questioning of the rapist’s mother, Mrs. Rapist then sues the police department, attempting to get access to the victim that otherwise would be impossible.

These people all need to go to Hell, directly, via a huge crack in the earth like at the end of Don Giovanni.

Oh, and per the OC Weekly, it just gets worse.