for your ass.

the busblog awards, now called The Annas, are coming along very nicely. i appreciate everyone who has sent their nominations in.

i was asked to extend the deadline to noon on thanksgiving.

i think thats fine.

so keep sending em in.

the monday after thanksgiving, when people are back to their cells cubicles we will start announcing the winners.

it might be a few days of announcements, it might be the whole week.

whatever it is, it will be different than what you normally see on the web + tv + anywhere. cuz thats sorta what youve come to expect from the busblog, no?

secondly, Blook II has been published by UC Isla Vista Press. i know, finally.

there was great debate about what could be written and what couldnt. yes, they wanted to censor the great tony pierce. can you believe it?

finally i just re-wrote the begining to include the foulest, most disgusting, but kick ass poem ive ever written to be the first thing in the book.

i said, this is a book that shows people, by using examples, how blogs should be written: fearlessly, creatively, powerfully,

and uncensored.

maybe it was ron artest standing behind me, but they got it. they saw the light.

and they said, tony, we can do this, but it wont be ready to be shipped until 12/20.

i was all, dude thats far too late. what if people want to buy copies for their friends/families/enemies/loved ones/local libraries?

and they were all, but but but

and i was all

and they were all

and finally they were all, fine.

so tomorrow night i will be getting a few copies FedExed to my ass for final editing and if all goes right, wednesday i will have a link up so that you can buy them.

hear that chokey chicken?

and another thing. its 205 pages or some shit. they wanted to sell it for $25. its a big book, like 9.5″ x 7.25″, bigger than your normal paperback. they were all, your fans will pay. i was all f you and what my fans will pay.

so heres what i want to do, i want to offer the book to you for $19.08, the last year the cubs won the world series.

it will stay that price until next year and then if we have any left we will jack it up to a more profitable price.

all i want is for you to have it and to be able to give it as a gift. if i make a little profit, whatever. i dont plan on getting rich off any blooks. i just want them out there.

expect an announcement tomorrow night.

xtx + franklin ave. + jozjozjoz

in the xbi. and sometimes i dont understand it myself.

we fight crime. we fight fucked up terrible dirty crime. shit that you dont even want to think about.

we do it every day.

sometimes someone from up high in command will get on the mic and start screaming in my headphones.

it makes me wonder how the people who can handle the stress the least always get the big gigs.

most of the time we are doing our shit nearly silently.

x11 on 145th and normandie.

k.

make sure to aim high.

kthnxbi

simple. and thats the way its gotta be. for one reason you want to keep things chill cuz once you get to the scene things are rarely anything But chill. but for another reason we’re supposed to be pros.

even though we steal from the theives.

so today one of the higher ups got himself on the mic and started freaking out in my cans and i wanted to say, “someone shoot that guy in the neck.” but thats frowned on.

got to the location, took care of business and i wanted to say, see. but i didnt. i dont do nothing. i just sit there and steam to myself and look at the haze covering the south bay and wish i was a little kid back in the olden days when things were simpler and people just sorta said hi to each other

and you got said hi to back.

last night me and matt welch went to staples to see the lakers play the bulls.

it was very nice.

i asked our usherette if they gave her mace just incase, she said, nah.

matts a great friend and we should figure out how to hang out more than once a year.

he met me at the subway stop and we rode in and it took maybe 15 minutes including waiting time. got to our seats just in time for the tipoff.

our seats were courtside thanks to my buddy sam from the college days.

i was looking around for david stern so i could pour some beer on him but the $10 sam adams’s tasted so delish that i wouldnt want to waste them on the clueless commish who thinks its cool to punish the victims but not the assailants.

how does ben wallace only get 6 games when he wanted oh so badly to have the fight – who ran into the stands too – who pretty much instigated the madness?

a guy on the radio this morning said that Detroit should be punished as an orginization by having 15 of their games played somewhere else so they cant get any of the income.

i think thats a good idea.

but i really wish that people who have proven that they cant handle pressure situations should get boring desk jobs away from the action.

and out of my headphones.

rabbit blog + raptor blog + oliver willis has some great shirts and things

about whether or not it was justified that Ron Artest was suspended from the NBA today for 30 games for retaliating against the wrong agressor.

so we asked the following great minds what their opinions were.

George W. Bush: i’m very confused by this ruling. i thought it was ok to strike back at someone if you have been harmed. especially if it’s the wrong person. plus they had weapons!

Condi Rice: yeah!

Tony Blair: what george said.

Red States: YEAH!

Rush Limbaugh: he was clearly just letting off a little steam.

Anna Kournikova: I noticed that Artest did exactly what Jermaine O’Neal did – they attacked the wrong person. I bet you my panties that O’Neal doesn’t get the same fine as Artest.

Jesse Jackson: if most of the NBA are african-americans, why is the commissioner white?

Saddam Hussein: i have two reasons why this shit doesnt happen in my country – rape rooms.

Mike Tyson: that was the best fight i’ve seen in a really long time.

Busblog Commentor: Artest sure was a tough guy for beating up the little white guy but backed down to the 7-foot Ben Wallace (and the ref, and the two other pistons)

City of Detroit: how dare you call us trash! we spit in your general direction.

Detroit Red Wings: our fans throw squid on the ice all the time. sometimes it hits us. artest got off easy. a squid in the eye isnt a feeling that you can ever forget. *chills*

Instapundit: I blame Dan Rather.

Dennis Rodman: Artest is honoring my number. And i am available to replace him during his suspension, fyi.

Commissioner Tony: I would have suspended Wallace 10 games for starting the fight, O’Neal 10 games for punching the wrong guy, and Artest 0 games for actually not delivering any blows – all of his attacking was defensive – he pushed the white kid’s face, and he threw an arm block – not a punch at the dude on the court. Meanwhile I would make Detroit forfeit the remaining three games that it has against Indiana as punishment to the fan who threw the original cup and the rest of the crowd who doused and punched the players and the coaches who were trying to break up the mele.

Genie in the Bottle: It’s true Mr. Artest asked me to help him get a month off so he can promote his cd that is coming out next week just in time for the Christmas shopping season. It’s true that now he will be free to tour the talk show circuit without the annoying responsibilities of playing professional basketball, and now he can present himself as a triple-victim (from wallace’s shove to the neck, from the fan’s flying cup, and from the commissioner’s unfair and reactionary decision),

and yes i told him to be careful what he wished for.

Ben Wallace: I can’t believe I only got a five-game suspension. That’s what dudes get for just getting caught with coke or weed in their piss tests. Not from starting a figgin mele. I love this game!

FCC Chairman Michael Powell: The commissioner should change his mind and suspend Artest for the rest of the season. The american public totally loves unfair punishment.

David Stern: Done!

annika + verbungle + wes + zulieka is hotter in person + basketbrawl.us + one day left to nominate

and i agree.

the fans have no excuse to hurl drinks at athletes and should be punished accordingly.

ron artest (who we all agree is a few items short of a happy meal) does not deserve anything thrown at him when he is laying on the scorers table doing his best to stay out of a fight that big Ben Wallace wanted to lure him into.

artest fouled wallace. it wasnt a cheap foul, jack, it wasnt a flagrant foul, and it wasnt even a necessarry foul. but wallace chose to shove artest in the neck after the whistle was blown.

thats your first ejection. on ben wallace. thats your first call for bullshit. thats your first villan.

artest accepted the shove and backpeddled 75 feet to the scorers table and didnt taunt didnt shout didnt do anything. what he did was lay on the table so that wallace could cool off and the game could tick away its remaining seconds.

and then Detroit showed its true colors.

its only colors.

its white trash 8 mile bill lamebeer bad boy colors.

Detroit threw a beer at a man laying on his back.

and you know what Commisioner Stern? when that man got off his back and ran into the stands it wasnt the best choice that man could have made, but it is ENTIRELY EXCUSEABLE, entirely understandable, entirely believeable and at the same time regretable.

but as the Deputy Detroit Police Cheif said minutes after the arena had been cleared, what Ron Artest did was legal. if something is thrown at your face and strikes your face you are within your bounds to defend yourself so that it wont happen again.

in this case Artest defended himself against the wrong guy. he regretably found the right row and aimed his vengence on the little guy with the glasses who was cheering the thrown beer, the little guy who was jumping up and down pointing, the little guy whose face changed instantly from glee to fear when 6’7″ ron artest climbed into the stands and didnt go after the true assailant but after him.

shit happens little man and heres a nice big black hand in your face.

and thats when hell broke loose in the sixth row.

whats interesting is the big black “fan” with the press credential who started giving sucker punches to the indiana player who went into the stands to pull artest out.

whats interesting are the two piston-jersey fans who went onto the court to challenge artest’s exit, one who got punched by artest after he hesitated, and one who got clocked by a running/slipping jermaine o’neal.

other faces of detroit.

if fans want to throw cups and blows and taunts at players mr commissioner they are no longer eligible for lawsuits. theyre eligible for elbows in the neck and broken glasses.

sure its not the best thing to assault your customers, in retaliation, in defense, or even in frustration.

but i pity the fool who throws anything at me at any time.

someone in my comments said, but its beer, it washes off.

so does spit and i dare you to spit at a 6’7″ black man outside a basketball stadium, so what makes it cool to douse liquids at people inside a stadium.

fans have it made. they can yell they can make signs they can boo they can cheer.

but the rules change my friends when they start hurling shit. straight up.

and i dont care what artest has done in the past. should i hold detroit accountable for what it has done in the past? devil nights? riots after the world series?

but finally im sick and tired of people pretending that this fight wasnt the most spectacular thing we’ve seen in a long time. whats so wrong with saying that?

im sorry a little kid was crying in his brothers arms. welcome to life kid, its a fucked up orgy of violence hate and redemption. and its not fair. cry cry cry but you better dry your tears cuz its not going to get any better.

especially when the pundits and the sportscasters and the commissioners punish those who were victimized while doing the right thing, which in this case was trying to diffuse the brawl that ben wallace wanted.

and if artest gets more than a 10 game suspension im going to pour a beer on david stern the next time that i see him and we’ll see if he doesnt feel like cleaning my clock.

and if he does, i deserve it, and i dont have any right to sue like a pussyass bitch.

if anything, stern should have the right to sue me for assaulting him.

but the commissioner wont be ruling that way because just like pretty much everyone in auburn hills last night, hes a pussyass bitch who thinks that theres no reason that someone should run into the stands to even a score.

well sorry commish, there are reasons. and if you got on the mic today and said, “fans, we love you, but when you throw shit at our players, the gloves are off and your ass is theirs. so quit throwing shit,”

then the shit would end immediately.

but by making examples of these pacer players, the wrong message will be sent. the message will be: these players are targets. feel free to aim anything at them that you want.

espn agrees + 113 yr old man dies + welch

Pacers Brawl With Fans During Pistons Game

By LARRY LAGE, AP Sports Writer

AUBURN HILLS, Mich. – Indiana’s Ron Artest and Stephen Jackson charged into the stands and fought with fans in the final minute of their game against the Detroit Pistons (news) on Friday night, and the brawl forced an early and ugly end to the Pacers’ 97-82 win.

Officials stopped the game with 45.9 seconds remaining after pushing and shoving between the teams spilled into the stands once fans got involved by throwing things at the players near the scorer’s table.

“It’s the ugliest thing I’ve seen as a coach or player,” said Pistons coach Larry Brown, who was in the middle of the confrontation, trying to break it up.

After several minutes of players fighting with fans in the stands, a chair, beer, ice, and popcorn were thrown at the Pacers as they made their way to the locker room in one of the scariest brawls in an NBA game.

“I felt like I was fighting for my life out there,” Pacers coach Rick Carlisle said. “I’m sorry the game had to end this way.”

The Palace announcer said the game was being stopped and pleaded with fans not to throw things.

It all started when Detroit’s Ben Wallace went in for a layup and was fouled hard by Artest from behind.

Wallace wheeled around and pushed Artest in the face. The benches emptied and punches were thrown.

As the players continued shoving each other near center court and coaches tried to restore order, Artest sprawled out on his back on the scorer’s table, looking relaxed.

Just when it appeared tempers had died down, Artest was struck by a full cup thrown from the stands. He jumped up, and charged into the stands, throwing punches as he climbed over seats.

Fans were punching back, and Jackson and another teammate joined Artest in the melee.

“I was worried about Stephen Jackson and Artest, as silly as they were acting,” Brown said.

Security personnel and ushers tried to break up the fighting. Former Pistons player Rick Mahorn, who was seated courtside as a Detroit radio analyst, tried to stop the brawl in the stands.

“The police investigation is ongoing and that’s it,” said Pistons spokesman Matt Dobek, who refused to further comment .

Detroit’s Rasheed Wallace and Indiana’s David Harrison were also in or near the stands. Both were trying to break up the fights.

As the crowd roared, drinks and debris showered the court and the Pacers players covered their heads as they hustled through the runway leading to the locker room.

A man in a Pistons jersey approached Artest on the court with fists raised, shouting at him. Artest punched him in the face, knocking the man to the floor before leaving the court. Artest was pulled away, and the fan charged back. O’Neal stepped in and punched the man.

“The NBA is withholding comment until it can review the incident,” NBA spokesman Tim Frank said.

Players from both teams left without comment.

Quentin Richardson of the Phoenix Suns (news) watched the brawl on television.

“I have never seen a fight like that in a game since I was in high school,” he said. “Man, there are going to be some lawsuits. You don’t think some of those fans aren’t going to want some NBA money?”

Lamar Odom of the Lakers saw it for the first time as he was being interviewed:

“Whoooo. When you see things like that, just think about what it takes for NBA players to go into a crowd,” Odom said. “Sometimes fans get kind of out of hand, but it must have taken a lot for NBA players to go into a crowd and start a fight.”

Police prevented reporters from crossing the loading dock to get to Indiana’s locker room or the area where the Pacers’ bus was located.

“I’m just embarrassed for our league and disappointed for our young people to see that,” Brown said.

Before the contest was stopped, Artest had quite a game and the Pacers were dominating the defending NBA champions in their first meeting since the Eastern Conference finals.

jack bog + sk smith + just a girl

Rev. Tony Meets the Joke Man

Interview by tony pierce · Oct. 16, 1998 · Tabloid.net

Editor’s note: To inform his unique gospel, the Rev. Tony Pierce is a faithful — perhaps even fanatical — listener to the Howard Stern radio show. Some have even said that he has read two separate books about Mr. Stern. The following is Rev. Tony’s e-mail interview with Stern’s star joke-writer, Jackie Martling, who started the discussion off by saying: “First of all, anywhere you put my name, ‘The Joke Man’ has to be three separate words … Jackie ‘The Joke Man’ Martling.” He also gave typography recommendations, and an average of one plug per paragraph. If you’re looking for a foul-mouthed catalog behind-the-scenes trivia from the Howard Stern show, you’ve found it. If you’re not, well, here it is anyway.

Q. The Howard Stern Show appears to be a laid-back, spontaneous comedy show where a group of close friends tease each other and joke about celebrities. Other than the pre-taped bits, what do your duties as the “Head Writer” entail?

A. I’m on “The Howard Stern Show” for the entire duration every day, spontaneously writing notes that Howard sees on a television monitor, that he can either work into his conversation or not. The notes are punchlines that fit in with what he’s talking about, suggestions for a direction to take, questions for guests or callers, insults aimed at anyone in the room or in the newspaper or wherever … basically, whatever it takes to keep the show rolling and keep it funny.

Howard is absolutely brilliant alone. With me and Fred Norris both contributing, he’s the funniest and fastest thing that ever hit the airwaves.

Q. Now that you guys are in the new studio it looks like that it isn’t physically possible for you to pass your on-the-fly jokes to Howard by hand. Are you still sending him jokes? Is it done by computer?

A. In the old studio, for years I tossed the notes on the easel-like thing that holds the commercial copy and other crap. Now I place it under a television camera, and that is fed to a television monitor in front of Howard.

Q. Robin once said that you guys have meetings after the show. Is this true? How long do they last usually? What goes on in them usually?

A. After the show, we’ll usually stand around a few minutes and finish fucking with each other. Most days after the mikes are shut off I’ll say “Great show,” and they’ll all do my voice for a few minutes until they burn out. Once a week we have meetings with all of us, including the interns, to flush out ideas, but for the most part we communicate via IBM’s Lotus Notes program.

Q. Do you guys plan out a general sketch of the morning’s show the day before, or is it all pretty spontaneous?

A. We know who is coming in approximately when, or approximately when someone is going to call in, and Howard has a list of the zillion things we could get to. But what winds around all of that when is anybody’s guess on any day.

Q. Why is it that when E! shows your ad for your CD “Sgt. Pecker,” they censor out the “Pecker”? Since when is pecker a dirty word on TV, though it’s not on the radio?

A. That is the question of the decade. E! has a very strange morality, or whatever you’d call it. Personally, I think they look like idiots bleeping and covering an innocent word like “pecker.” That word is actually many people’s last name, look in any phone book. And in the dictionary, “pecker” is a chicken’s beak. But I got smart … I named my new CD “Hot Dogs & Donuts.” If they see the double entendre of that being too obvious and want to censor it, they can [**censored**].

Q. In no particular order, who are your top five comedians?

A. Red Skelton, The Marx Brothers, Redd Foxx, Rodney Dangerfield, Sam Kinison … and anybody who has the balls to do it.

Q. They always say that comedians are unhappy people, but it seems to me that between you, Fred, Gary, Robin and Howard, you lead the most happy, comfortable life, and you’re the only real comedian. How do you explain this?

A. I’ve got a beautiful wife, I drink like a bastard, and I love to smoke pot. Plus, I put up the best phony front. Fuck you and everyone you know.

Q. Do you think that pot will be legal in the next 25 years in America?

A. Yeah, I honestly do. The pot laws are ridiculous. But changing them takes so much effort, and potheads like to sit around and get stoned, not run around getting out the vote. You know, maybe it will be exactly like it is today in 25 years. I’ll still smoke pot, illegal or not. It grows. Fuck anybody who thinks it’s wrong.

Q. When Billy West was a regular on the show, were you ever intimidated by his humor? Did you feel like he was competition? Do you think he’ll ever be back as a regular?

A. I loved Billy, and I of course was never intimidated by his humor, because I wrote so much of what he was saying (as did Fred). Was I intimidated by his talent? Absolutely. The guy plays the guitar so well it’s uncomfortable for me to be in the same room as him when he plays. His fucking impressions are so dead-on it never failed to amaze me.

On the show, he was in no way competition in any form … he was simply another terrific piece to the puzzle. He added lots to the great whole of the show, and I have fond memories of when he was with us. Whether he’ll ever return, I have no idea, but I would welcome him with open arms. His “Jackie Puppet” riffs and his endless “haws” and other “Jackie” shots probably did as much for my popularity as it did for his and the show’s.

Jakie Martling’s new CD, “Hot Dogs and Donuts,” is published by Oglio. Ordering information can be found on Martling’s Web site, www.jokeland.com.

stern show on E! schedule + howard gives away 100s of sat boom boxes + king of all media.com

when we were in kindegarten at keeneyville school my mom said that they were all, tony you are bouncing off the walls, bob youre super shy, we will sit you two together.

somehow it worked and we were best friends from k-12. around 5th grade they gave the school kids aptitude tests and me and bob were at the top of the school. so to reward us they sent us to the back of the class and gave us different work to do than everyone else. i took this as punishment. bob didnt. i rebelled by doing the busy work as fast as i could so i could pay attention to what they were doing in the front of the class.

this only encouraged them. they gave us harder work. big whoop, it wasnt that hard and during my downtime i wrote little stories, drew little cartoons, folded them up and handed them to the girls.

in junior high a new girl showed up named dianne. they figured out that she deserved being in the back of the class with me and bob too. she loved it. difference between she and bob and i was she wasnt nerdy, she was hot and fun and the first Leader ive ever met. she would throw little 8th grade parties and make us all play spin the bottle and light as a feather and bloody mary.

she ended up getting her highschool diploma at 16.

bob passed all the AP classes in high school but since i didnt want to be in classrooms of nerds i intentionally answered as many questions wrong as possible so as to flunk these aptitude tests.

they werent buying it and stuck me in Advanced classes anyway, although i wasnt allowed into the AP ones. oh boo hoo i snickered.

the day after high school graduation i moved to los angeles.

bob went off to get an engineering degree at bradly but my grades were so bad from all the sabatoge that i had to go to junior college with all the stoners, rockers and punks of southern california.

exactly the sort of people that i loved.

when i transfered to uc santa barbara i found myself surrounded by hippies, i loved them. they poisoned me with lsd when i slept. they held my hand when i woke. they forced me to drink large quantites of every booze on campus. they made me listen to the grateful dead and go to several of the shows.

some of them even made beautiful love to me.

everything was fine. i was a year away from graduating when i was taking English 10, a class that did nothing for my english requirement as it was a poetry writing class that was taught by a little shorthaired woman who looked very much like emily dickinson. even wore old school dresses. i loved her immediately.

until she said, tony your writing is really great. how would you like to apply to get into the college of creative studies, which is another college here at ucsb but seperate?

i was being asked to sit in the back of the class again.

this time they were offerring up no grades, no tests, no finals, and full access to everything that grad students got: instant enrollment to any class on campus, full quarter library book priveleges, free pizza on fridays.

once i accepted i joined the daily nexus and my life was complete.

bob and i talked for several hours last night as it had been close to 100 years since we had talked last.

he told me how his wife let him name his son ryne sandberg, he told me how his work blocks the busblog from being viewed, he told me how one of our friends married right and is now a millionaire.

it was nice to talk about the old days.

what was hard was explaining why i never go back to illinois any more. not even for holidays. but hes a smart guy so i think he understood.

my problem is the past really bugs me. thats why it was almost impossible to compile the blook that im still trying to get published. i hate looking back. all i see are mistakes ive made. id much rather make new mistakes.

like doing everything i can to stay with the pack. like blogging instead of journalisming. like refusing ads. like taking the bus. like working at the xbi.

but as that famous fortune cookie once read

what you resist persists

and the cheerleaders keep trying to take me behind the velvet ropes

and one day i might take them up on it

but only if it leads to another nexus.

problem is you never know what’s behind the green door unless you leave where you are.

it will be called the Annas + something of flagrant‘s was just nominated + isou + jimh made that great header + six years ago i interviewed jackie the jokeman for tabloid

for the first annual busblog awards

email the URL of your favorite posts from your favorite bloggers

to sexdrugsrock@gmail.com

(eg: http://www.tonypierce.com/blog/2004/11/dear-big-brother-you-will-never-own-me.htm)

every blogger is eligible except me.

every post is eligible as long as it was written in 2004.

deadline for nominations are Monday 11/22 at high noon.

i bring it up today because i dont wanna forget.

mc brown, the inventor of the internet, world ski jump champion, he who cracked the divinci code, and the man who gave nirvana a chance and thus broke them on college radio.

born on a dinghy off the seattle sound, marc was swallowed by a whale and expelled off the sandy beaches of santa barbara where he befriended a volleyball and named him grungy

he lived on campus point beach for several years until the isla vista foot patrol discovered that he didnt have a permit for his bonfire, and after failing to pay his citation, arrested him and the judge sent him to ucsb for four years of hard time.

with good behavior he did five.

while in college he was the music director of the radio station. this was the magical time of the late 80s when hip hop, rock, metal, punk, and pop melded and bore a new music “grunge” a term mc brown bestowed on the joyful noise that was best represented from his hometown label, sub pop, in honor of his volleyball friend.

his popularity spread througout the campus and in 1990 he ran for associated student president, with help from his pals at the daily nexus, where he had become a media darling, occasionally writing music columns and opinion pieces, he won in a landslide. but always the pranksters, the nexus reported that he had only garnered 69 votes, a curious number but symbolic since it was the number on the LA Raiders football jersey that he was often caught ripping off his svelt frame and twirling above his head while dancing atop a picnic table at the local pizzeria, pizza marc’s, which many believed he owned.

and then he adopted a rap persona, mc brown and released the cult classic “mc brown goes to college” which was followed up with the smash hit “mc brown goes to night school”. the green 7″ singles were huge along the central coast, and peru.

since then marc has traveled the world, dated models, rock stars, and homeless women. he has started his own web design company with such clients as paramount pictures, rupaul, and most recently triumph the insult comic dog. who says affirmitive action doesnt work?

his macarthur park loft is so badass that hipster mag Dwell featured the inside of his pad and if you look closely in the first portion of Kill Bill you will see his garage as pretending to be the hospital garage where Uma finds the Pussy Machine.

founder, president, and inventor of Buzznet, the latest in blog technology that allows people to share pictures that theyve either taken from their digital cams or phone cams, marc continues to influence and feed off the ever-changing world of the internet like it aint no thing.

we are lucky to have marc brown in our collective lives.

which is why, when Thor Garcia finished his first book of short stories, he dedicated it to today’s birthday boy.

and why when you read this website and blog, you will see homages and praise doled out freely and lustingly in his general direction.

please join me in celebrating in mc browns birthday by either visiting his frequently updated blog, creating a buzznet account, pouring a gold bottle of boones farm on the ground like you just dont care.

wwmbd + marc at an art opening + the mc is a great photographer

you will never own me.

fine murdoch and disney and viacom and clear channel.

fuck if i care. in fact if you want me to list other rich white men that you should fine i think i could do that for you.

brotha.

the way i see it these are your last days of disco anyways so party up.

the kids are about to take over and the kids arent buying your bullshit that obscene language or nipples actually cause any damage on anyone. especially kids.

what causes damage to people are

automobiles

cigarettes

booze

other people

war

titties and nipples arent even in the top forty.

neither is the word fuck.

the kids know this.

you know it too but you pretend not to.

and that would make you eligible for name calling.

the kids that i speak of right now are in chat rooms, on message boards, and playing online games.

all theyre doing is talking shit to each other, insulting total strangers using foul language that immediately turns sexual in violently creative ways.

nicolette sheridans bare back means nothing to them.

and thats why i love them.

and thats why i spend each day giving them every tip that i know. and at 111 years old i have my fair share.

todays tip is

this soon shall pass.

youre old, big brother.

everything youve done these last four years have only proven that the only thing youre any good at is winning elections, dividing the nation, giving the world a reason to hate us, and killing off our brave soldiers.

piss on the constitution all you want

youre dying the same way you lived

predictably

gutlessly

and godlessly dishonest.

you act as if this isnt the biggest strongest greatest smartest nation

ever.

you act like you have little mans syndrome.

you act like someone is smarter than you

you act like if given a fair fight youd lose

so you cheat

and somehow you still lose.

and you’ll never own me.

and when the first kid makes it to the top

and looks right in to the camera

and when that red light comes on

she’ll smile and say

fuck.

flagrant + terra + anti + paige