ThE dAiLy 'PoCaLyPsE ThE dAiLy 'PoCaLyPsE
HEARD ON THE STREET: ! ! !
The concert took place outdoors at lunch hour at the intersection of 2 streets, which, despite being fashionably narrow and cramped, were both packed up and down with appreciative listeners in business suits and haircuts.
The sudden lunchtime burst of music had caught many of the Wall Street workers off-guard, but most said it boosted their sagging and much detested spirits and was a welcome and pleasant surprise. Many, in fact, were so energized by the music, they formed an impromptu mosh pit, the world's largest ever, and one not entirely unreminiscent of the so-called market trading pit which is now just a scene of carnage and death.
The predominantly chill vibe of the afternoon was marred only by 3 powerful explosions that went off within 15 seconds of each other leaving many of Wall Street's landmark financial buildings in ruins, including the one housing the stock market trading floor itself.
No injuries or deaths were reported, however, because, according to the bible or the constitution or the natural rights of man, the scumbags responsible for everything sucking so bad must never pay for it -- since obviously it's all the fucking victims' fault -- for being born fucking victims.
W.W.II 2.0
But naked, starving World Government 7.6 hears them anyway and with memories not yet totally drained by the endless succession of failures of things called (don't laugh) bailouts and stimuli -- it has been able to reach back one final time for the farthest back memory it can muster: the memory of what solved the last great depression (though of course the current great depression makes the last great depression look like the last great boom).
Apparently, someone at the top of World Government 7.6 has managed to shake off the brutal side effects of his religion (celebrity rehab and sober house with Dr. Drew) long enough to remember the only history lesson he'd ever learned at school or on cable, whichever: the lesson that the so-called Great Depression was ended by so-called World War II.
And so my fellow Americans, Japanese, Germans, British, Italians, Russians, etc. etc., let us come together one more blissful final time and slaughter the living fuck out of each other, to save mankind from this deep dark depression.
NETFLIX: Q 4 F R
"We have constructed a small city underground," a Netflix spokesperson said, "all running on underground geothermal power, with underground hydroponic vegetable gardens, underground springs, hospitals, massive mainframes and enough back up and spare parts to last hundreds of thousands of years if necessary.
"This underground city," he continued, "will be inhabited entirely by workers and managers dedicated to retaining not only your entire DVD queue but also your instant viewing queue, your rental and viewing histories, and your DVD ratings EXACTLY as you left them when civilization ceased on 12.21.12."
Netlix expressed its hope that the coming fall of civilization would end within a few short decades, but promised that they are in it for the long haul, "so that even if you and your children and their children and their children's visibly mutated children never see even the first glimpse of civilization reborn, and even if it's not until your children's children's children's children's children's violently mutated children's children, that something resembling a digital infrastructure is restored along with the concept of story and the medium of music, even then, your Netflix queue will still be there waiting, so the new humans that inhabit the new world, will immediately be able to kick back and watch what their great- great- great- great- great- great- great- grandparents thought was cool, before the fall. And for only 9.95 Zorgons per month."
EARTH = WASTE MY TIME!
"After centuries of preparation and millennia of hype," he said, "we are, sadly, calling off our invasion of Britney because the filthy rich planet we thought we were gonna get turns out to be in hock up to its eyebrows."
Conquest of Earth would have stuck the United Aliens not only with an endless money-pit of a planet, he admitted, but also with a planet that was now multiversally seen as totally uncool.
"A couplea millennia ago," he said, "all us aliens were like, 'Oooh, the Earth. They're sooo cool!' And everybody wanted to invade the shit out of you. But today we know Earth isn't the Beatles. -- It's the Monkees!"
"Of course," the alien spokesperson went on, "without the Earth to invade anymore, the lives of outer space aliens are now emptier than ever and we are pretty much stuck in the timeless old alien rut of video sex-war."
"We used to have so much fun," he smiled, "sending bogus signals to earth's satellites and telescopes, so their astronomers and cosmologists actually believed there's a whole fucking 'expanding universe' out here -- of planets and suns in universes of galaxies and super novae and black holes and quasars and gravity and matter and mass and Higgs bosons and blah blah blah in infinite parallel multi-metaverses of whatever."
"But in reality," he confessed, "there's just your moon and us aliens -- who wanted nothing but your destruction -- until you showed us how worthless you are." NOBEL PRIZE FOR BEST RECIPE FOR DIRT AWARDED:   Amidst the usual charges of being totally political and being totally rigged, this year's Nobel Prize for Best Recipe for Dirt has been awarded to Andy-Warhol-Impersonator, Brandy Warhol... The Nobel Prize for Best Recipe for Dirt, especially in these difficult times of global economic collapse and total societal meltdown, has come to be even more cherished than the Nobel Prize for Peace -- because, without tasty ways to eat dirt, there could be no peace -- not that there's peace now or anything, but, uhh, you know, there's probably less no peace because crazy people are otherwise occupied with tasty Nobel Prize-winning ways to eat dirt.... Brandy's Nobel Prize-winning Best Recipe For Dirt will now be placed in the public domain for everyone to enjoy, and goes as follows: Ingredients: Dirt, bugs, water (if any). Place dirt in bowl (if any). Crush bugs on rock using another rock. Add bugs to dirt. Stir with branch (if available) or finger (if any). Add water for flavor (optional). Heat over medium fire until silicon in dirt melts and starts to shine. Eat immediately before silicon solidifies into glass.... ium fire until silicon in dirt melts and starts to shine. Eat immediately before silicon solidifies into glass. NOBEL PRIZE FOR BEST RECIPE FOR DIRT AWARDED:   Amidst the usual charges of being totally political and being totally rigged, this year's Nobel Prize for Best Recipe for Dirt has been awarded to Andy-Warhol-Impersonator, Brandy Warhol... The Nobel Prize for Best Recipe for Dirt, especially in these difficult times of global economic collapse and total societal meltdown, has come to be even more cherished than the Nobel Prize for Peace -- because, without tasty ways to eat dirt, there could be no peace -- not that there's peace now or anything, but, uhh, you know, there's probably less no peace because crazy people are otherwise occupied with tasty Nobel Prize-winning ways to eat dirt.... Brandy's Nobel Prize-winning Best Recipe For Dirt will now be placed in the public domain for everyone to enjoy, and goes as follows: Ingredients: Dirt, bugs, water (if any). Place dirt in bowl (if any). Crush bugs on rock using another rock. Add bugs to dirt. Stir with branch (if available) or finger (if any). Add water for flavor (optional). Heat over medium fire until silicon in dirt melts and starts to shine. Eat immediately before silicon solidifies into glass....
Adult "role models" just said, "Don't be so damn selfish all the time," and told me to volunteer my youthful and therefore creepy energy to some bogus non-profit org that their close personal friend makes $1.5M running. "They badly need fresh faces to wear their organization's tee shirts with their logo and colors, and be out posing for pictures pretending to give a shit about all the starving dying people," they said.
Popular self-help books only told me the kind of thing everybody already knows: a picture of Steve Forbes with the caption: "Whatever this asshole says, do the opposite." Or a picture of Lawrence Kudlow saying, "If you didn't do the diametric opposite of everything this slimeball said, then you deserve what you got."
I even toyed with a religion that teaches you to always be honest and honorable and to build up great trust -- until, at Christmas, they told us why: "So that one day, you can royally rip EVERYBODY the fuck off -- for everything. Screw everybody real good."
But, in the end, there's really only one solution where you don't wind up in a room full of kidnapped 3rd-world 10 year olds playing video games that are actually fighting actual World War 4, 6, 8, or 13...
SOL
UTIO
NS!
Title: Suicide Club
(Jisatsu Circle)
Date: 2002
Time: 99 minutes
Director: Sion Sono
Cast:
Mai Hosho
Takashi Nomura
Rolly
Yoko Kamon
Kimiko Yo
Hideo Sako
Akaji Maro
Ryo Ishibashi
Masatoshi Nagase
3.3.09
INVASION
BANKRUPTCY
RELIGION
DILDOES
SONO
COFLOW
DIRT