Og ja, jeg må godt poste den slags i disse Muhammed-tider, for min Far er præst ...
fredag, marts 07, 2008
torsdag, marts 06, 2008
Endnu et svar fra Niskes fætter
Niske og Marie - Fun loving animals sender ofte lange beskrivende mails om deres oplevelser - og da de skrev lidt for USA-kritisk om mødet med Miami, meldte en af de mange indavlede fætre fra USA sig ind i koret og sendte os en længere svada om Bush-Amerikas herligheder. Indlægget er desværre slettet fra min indbox (Måske kan Stigsen hjælpe med at finde det)
Men her er et dugfrisk brev fra Niskes fætre: Cledus Nietzsche & Red. N.Ecki fra Arizona:
Damn hippies!!!
Here is my take on your socalled leftwing road nature-trip:
Get a haircut, buy a Chevrolet and a proper gun! Global warning is amyth - say it! If you don't love it - leave it.Well, knock me down and steal muh teeth! Butter my butt and call me abiscuit. I'll slap you so hard, your clothes will be outta style. Ithink Amerika is cute as a sack full of puppies, and if things get anybetter, I may have to hire someone to help me enjoy it. Miami and itscarpark is gooder than grits. The place is so dry, the trees arebribing the dogs, and it's been hotter'n a goat's butt in a pepperpatch.
Reading your mail is so hard to do, that it's like trying to herdcats. And your momma's so fat, when she got on the scales to beweighed, it said 'To be continued'.
And the communist guy from the Zoo fell out of the ugly tree and hitevery branch on the way down, and with him the wheels are stillturning, but the hamsters dead. My advice from my rocking chair is:"Can I eat it - can it eat me? - can I fuck it - Can it fuck me?" - so damn left wing Kyoto-loving seal huggers - get your asses home and geta real job - what about pumping some gaz or flop some cheeseburgersat the ol B-B-que-Grill at good ol' MacDonalds - You'd be loving it!
Best Regards from Michaels two cousins; Cledus Nietzsche and Red. N.Eck, Tuscon Arizona.
Here is my take on your socalled leftwing road nature-trip:
Get a haircut, buy a Chevrolet and a proper gun! Global warning is amyth - say it! If you don't love it - leave it.Well, knock me down and steal muh teeth! Butter my butt and call me abiscuit. I'll slap you so hard, your clothes will be outta style. Ithink Amerika is cute as a sack full of puppies, and if things get anybetter, I may have to hire someone to help me enjoy it. Miami and itscarpark is gooder than grits. The place is so dry, the trees arebribing the dogs, and it's been hotter'n a goat's butt in a pepperpatch.
Reading your mail is so hard to do, that it's like trying to herdcats. And your momma's so fat, when she got on the scales to beweighed, it said 'To be continued'.
And the communist guy from the Zoo fell out of the ugly tree and hitevery branch on the way down, and with him the wheels are stillturning, but the hamsters dead. My advice from my rocking chair is:"Can I eat it - can it eat me? - can I fuck it - Can it fuck me?" - so damn left wing Kyoto-loving seal huggers - get your asses home and geta real job - what about pumping some gaz or flop some cheeseburgersat the ol B-B-que-Grill at good ol' MacDonalds - You'd be loving it!
Best Regards from Michaels two cousins; Cledus Nietzsche and Red. N.Eck, Tuscon Arizona.
Nå ord er alt nok ...
Jeg fik lige denne fra en kollega. Og ja, den er lidt lang, men den er fa'mer sjav ...
*****
I have bought my share of t-shirts from T-Shirt Hell and thus read your tri-monthly newsletter. The most recent newsletter is unusually insightful and not the regular truck load of sarcastic comments wrapped in filth:
>>snip<<
Since the number of presidential candidates has been winnowed down to a mere handful over the past few weeks, I have been in desperate need of seeing a huge collection of douchebags in one place. So, I decided to watch the Academy Awards last week. There I was, watching the Oscars on my picture-in-picture screen. And as I watched these bloated egos and self-aggrandizing jerkoffs pat themselves on their collective back, I couldn't help but compare it to what I was viewing on my main screen:
hardcore pornography.
It was in that moment that I had the following realization: mainstream art is just porn for your emotions. When you think about it, lust is an emotion just like any other. The only difference is that instead of coming out in the form of laughter or tears, it comes out in the form of cloudy goo. And if you’re really lucky, it still comes out on or in the face of a loved one: so really, it’s virtually identical to the rest of them.
Art is just a way for us to feed whatever emotions we are feeling at the moment. When you're angry, you may listen to a metal album to get it out of your system. When you're sad, you'll check out a tearjerker to have a good cry. If you need a good laugh, you watch the Zapruder film. The same goes if you need a gaygood scare, a thrill, and so on. Art is just there to serve our emotional needs, and porn is no different.
In its own way, porn is the purest form of art. Largely because its merit isn't up for debate. Did you get your nut? "Yes." Well then the porn worked. Whereas when someone laughs at a lame sitcom or cries during an episode of Grey's Anatomy; we'll judge them and tell them they're wrong- however honest their reaction may have been. None of that with porn. If you came, it was a triumph. No thumbs up/thumbs down, no star grading system: just proof-positive that the work accomplished its goal… right there in that wad of tissues.
I don't want to seem like I'm giving porn too much undue praise here. At the end of the day, I know it's incredibly easy to produce; the people who produce it are attention-starved assholes; and ultimately, what they provide me with I can provide for myself if I really care to. But you know what? The same exact thing can be said of so called real "artists."
So, don't think of this as a tip of the hat to the porn industry. Think of this as my way of saying that creative types aren't all that important either. Ron Jeremy will never be held in the same regard as Marlon Brando, nor should he be. But you know who else shouldn't be held in the same regard as Marlon Brando? Marlon Brando. To anyone who has the ability to think and create for themselves (which is everyone, if they'd only take five seconds to realize it), porn stars and "legitimate" actors are equally useless.
Art - just like love and all other abstract concepts - is nice to have in your life, maybe even necessary. But when you get right down to it, it is cheap to come by and you can always get it from a different source.
So, to all the artists out there - be you musicians, film makers or anything else - get the fuck over yourselves. You're already obsolete; you just don't know it yet. Fortunately for you, not many other people do either. Until then...Hooray for (a world without) Hollywood.
Snipped from
http://www.tshirthell.com/miscpages/newsletter/newsletter_030308.php
*****
I have bought my share of t-shirts from T-Shirt Hell and thus read your tri-monthly newsletter. The most recent newsletter is unusually insightful and not the regular truck load of sarcastic comments wrapped in filth:
>>snip<<
Since the number of presidential candidates has been winnowed down to a mere handful over the past few weeks, I have been in desperate need of seeing a huge collection of douchebags in one place. So, I decided to watch the Academy Awards last week. There I was, watching the Oscars on my picture-in-picture screen. And as I watched these bloated egos and self-aggrandizing jerkoffs pat themselves on their collective back, I couldn't help but compare it to what I was viewing on my main screen:
hardcore pornography.
It was in that moment that I had the following realization: mainstream art is just porn for your emotions. When you think about it, lust is an emotion just like any other. The only difference is that instead of coming out in the form of laughter or tears, it comes out in the form of cloudy goo. And if you’re really lucky, it still comes out on or in the face of a loved one: so really, it’s virtually identical to the rest of them.
Art is just a way for us to feed whatever emotions we are feeling at the moment. When you're angry, you may listen to a metal album to get it out of your system. When you're sad, you'll check out a tearjerker to have a good cry. If you need a good laugh, you watch the Zapruder film. The same goes if you need a gaygood scare, a thrill, and so on. Art is just there to serve our emotional needs, and porn is no different.
In its own way, porn is the purest form of art. Largely because its merit isn't up for debate. Did you get your nut? "Yes." Well then the porn worked. Whereas when someone laughs at a lame sitcom or cries during an episode of Grey's Anatomy; we'll judge them and tell them they're wrong- however honest their reaction may have been. None of that with porn. If you came, it was a triumph. No thumbs up/thumbs down, no star grading system: just proof-positive that the work accomplished its goal… right there in that wad of tissues.
I don't want to seem like I'm giving porn too much undue praise here. At the end of the day, I know it's incredibly easy to produce; the people who produce it are attention-starved assholes; and ultimately, what they provide me with I can provide for myself if I really care to. But you know what? The same exact thing can be said of so called real "artists."
So, don't think of this as a tip of the hat to the porn industry. Think of this as my way of saying that creative types aren't all that important either. Ron Jeremy will never be held in the same regard as Marlon Brando, nor should he be. But you know who else shouldn't be held in the same regard as Marlon Brando? Marlon Brando. To anyone who has the ability to think and create for themselves (which is everyone, if they'd only take five seconds to realize it), porn stars and "legitimate" actors are equally useless.
Art - just like love and all other abstract concepts - is nice to have in your life, maybe even necessary. But when you get right down to it, it is cheap to come by and you can always get it from a different source.
So, to all the artists out there - be you musicians, film makers or anything else - get the fuck over yourselves. You're already obsolete; you just don't know it yet. Fortunately for you, not many other people do either. Until then...Hooray for (a world without) Hollywood.
Snipped from
http://www.tshirthell.com/miscpages/newsletter/newsletter_030308.php
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