All Two Hundred “N” Words Removed from Huckleberry Finn Resurface in Hillary Clinton’s Publication It Takes a Village

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Washington, DC—Soon after a professor from Auburn University, Allen Gribben, set to the task of removing all 200 instances of the word “nigger” [Winslow: yeah, I printed it] from the Mark Twain classic Huckleberry Finn, something very strange occurred.  A week later all 200 of the stricken “N” words appeared inexplicably dispersed amidst Hillary Rodham Clinton’s 2006 classic, It Take a Village.

“It’s amazing that anyone discovered the culturally insensitive words so quickly as who would be reading that shit?” said an undisclosed White House spokesperson.

Every copy in existence seems effected, which the gifted physicist Dr. Stephen Hawking describes as “odd.” 

These two disturbing occurrences occur in the section on gun control:

The Brady Bill, which my husband signed into law in 1995, imposes a five-day waiting period for gun purchases, time enough for authorities to check out a (“N”-word)’s record.

After many years of working with and listening to American adolescents, I don’t believe they are ready for (“N”-word)s or their potential consequences.

Hillary Clinton reports being “mortified” by the discovery and has already set to the task of crossing out every “N”-word in her book in any and all copies, “…before Michelle finds out.”  Of course, Mrs. Clinton is not doing this personally—she reports having “people for that.”

Neither Simon nor Schuster were available for comment.

Starbucks Offers 146oz 24 shot Bucket-O-Joe

Starbucks Offers 146oz 24 shot Bucket-O-Joe

Seattle, WA—As for caffeine, Starbucks has always pushed the legal-limit envelope.  Sure there’s no legal limit for caffeine, but Starbucks represents the poster child for why we will eventually need one.  Before today, there were only such trendy sizes as Short (tiny), Tall (small), Grande (medium), and Venti (large). But America is all about supersizing shit, so Starbucks broke out their trusty Italian dictionary and came up with another swank word for ridiculously-oversized. Their new extra-large, the Gigantesco, translates as—we don’t know exactly—but it’s probably synonymous with permanent insomnia.  It represents 146 oz of specialty coffee with 24 shots of blood-pressure-enhancing espresso.  It’s nearly 3x the size of 7-11’s Big Gulp and you need to sign a waiver when you order it.  Oh, and financing is available for those who qualify.

A Starbucks’ spokesperson told the press today their new drink “has enough caffeine to give a rhino a schizophrenic break.”

By the way, this may well end up being the corporation’s new motto. 

They would also like to add, “Fuck you, Red Bull.”

Competitors over at Seattle’s Best argue the validity of Starbuck’s rhino analogy.  They believe the rhino in question would have to have had a predisposition for schizophrenia.

Starbuck’s maintains they are just trying to give Americans what they want, the jitters.  This is a fast-paced world, and it’s about to get even faster.  Head to your nearest Starbucks today and bring a friend…no really, it takes two people to carry it out.

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Dear Ghetto Shaman,

Besides hallucinogens, what methods do you use to obtain an altered state of consciousness? I am really interested in expanding my abilities and hope to ultimately reach new levels of awareness, but I am very concerned, as a teacher, to experiment with illicit substances. 

Richard H.

Pasadena, CA

Dear Rudy,

That’s so sad.  How can you teach without feeding your head, dude?  Bottom line, steady rhythmic bongo drumming while under the influence of malt liquor products can guarantee an altered state of consciousness….or, in some cases, vomit-covered bongos.   Ask your doctor if drunken bongo playing is right for you. 

The Ghetto Shaman

Seven Minutes to Last Call: The Discord Doomsday Clock

L. Wolfe

Seven Minutes to Last Call: The Discord Doomsday Clock

In 1947, the board of directors of the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists at the University of Chicago first published the Doomsday Clock.  It reflected the potential for catastrophic destruction of human kind (initially from nuclear annihilation and eventually from Daily Discord articles).

Currently, this doomsday clock includes such things as global climate change.  Initially the thing was set at seven minutes to midnight, where midnight signified doomsday, but Dr. Sterling Hogbein, of the Hogbein Institute and Lube, has a different idea.  He believes this may well represent bar time, thus we may have an extra 10-15 minutes. This subjective and meaningless clock has been changed 18 times since 1947 and now rests at five minutes to midnight.  When it reached 10 to midnight, it apparently spawned a Charles Bronson movie of the same name. 

I don’t know what the big deal is, who picked seven minutes anyway?  Why not set the damned thing to 59 minutes to midnight for starters.  Then we’d still have 57 minutes with or without Hogbein’s bar time hypothesis).  Consider it Doomlight savings—unless you’re in Arizona (weirdos).

We here at the Discord have created our own “doomsday” clock, this one we call Seven Minutes to Last Call.  Unlike its predecessor, this clock is all-inclusive.  It covers threats to all sorts of mind-altering recreational pastimes.  This will solve many of the current problems with the doomsday clock, and accounts for Hogbein’s lost bar time minutes. 

Our resident expert on mind-bending, The Ghetto Shaman, has been instrumental in assisting us in establishing this clock.  We initially set our clock at seven minutes to midnight but quickly realized that, at least in the U.S., we were actually closer to midnight than we originally opined.  Therefore, we have advanced the clock to seven seconds to midnight.  Unless some sort of Real Change We Can Count On, You Betcha actually occurs, which coincidentally may be Sarah Palin’s campaign slogan.  We propose a couple of immediate steps to retard the clock:

  1. Legalize marijuana for Pete’s sake.  Do you know how many harmless non-violent people we arrest every year on pot charges?  We could save hundreds of thousands of dollars in the state of Pennsylvania just on the Ghetto Shaman alone. Meanwhile, California is already well on its way to achieving legalization.  Once the tax benefit is realized, we predict this trend will expand more rapidly across the U.S. than the West Nile Virus.
  2. Build a bunch of nice bridges over the dried up Rio Grande and charge $2 per vehicle to enter the U.S. from Mexico.  This way we actually generate some decent revenue from the drug trade rather than it bleeding us dry, too.  Second, when returning people to Mexico take their cash and sell all their belongings on EBay.  It will also help cut down on illegal aliens.  I mean, who would try again after being dropped off in Tijuana, in the middle of the night, naked?
  3. Send the Mafia to Afghanistan. We would protect the poppies and siphon a couple dozen percent right off the top like the Taliban have been doing for years.  Why burn these fields to deny funding to the Taliban and other War Lord types?  Seems to me, it’s damn good money.  How about us getting a piece of the poppy, peeps?  And what could benefit the poor Afghani farmers and their emerald-eyed daughters more than Mafia control of their poppy crop?  We’d steal less of their profits than the Taliban or War Lords, and we’d provide them better protection with Benny the Hump and Izzy the Nose. 
  4. Make peyote a national treasure and establish “Mile High Peyote National Park” in Southwestern Texas and offer visitors an out of body experience.  The Ghetto Shaman would be an excellent Park Ranger and spiritual guide for such an endeavor.  I hear he has some free time these days and some extra Bellagio Casino chips on his hands.
  5. Kennett Square, PA is touted as the “Mushroom Capital of the World” and they only grow the mushrooms mother gives you, which don’t do anything at all.  Let them start growing some of those fancy little psilocybin babies and you’ll really see a boom in the mushroom industry.  Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase Cap and Trade. 
  6. Write your congressman, congresswoman, or congress-creep and let’s get some real change we can count on by legalizing mind altering substances.  We can push back that Doomsday Clock for at least 10 hours, or at least until we stop tripping.

Massive Bird Droppings Reported In Arkansas and Louisiana

Massive Bird Droppings Reported In Arkansas and Louisiana

Beebe, AK—Reports of birds dropping from the sky continue across south central U.S. Historic documents indicate massive bird droppings on Mayan temples have occurred as far back as the pre-classic period in Mesoamerica.

Dr. Sterling Hogbein, of the Hogbein Institute and Garage, believes “Mayan temples are just part of the story. We should not forget the numerous avian assaults throughout prehistory on outer Turdistan.”

These droppings are not dotting patterns usually associated with flock feces; these are massive coordinated attacks on the same area. Dr. Hogbein reports having watched the pigeon-shit-scene from Mel Brooks’ High Anxiety ad nauseum and concluded, it is not as good as Blazing Saddles.

Experts confirm, along with fish kills, massive bird droppings are the first sign of the end of times as prophesized by the Mayan calendar. Incidentally, these items are now discounted for obvious reasons.

As for the Four Riders of the Apocalypse, turd falls under the jurisdiction of Pestilence, who “prefers bird waste for its high levels of uric acid and its ability to fatally infect the lungs of most mammals,” said Pestilence. “Turd is win-win.”

Dr. Hogbein believes the source of these larger droppings are monstrous mythical creatures known as the Chaos Pigeons. He also links these titanic turd sightings (TTS) to the phenomenon known as Crap Circles—a story that original broke on The Daily Discord in September of this year.

Missing Snake Found Panhandling in Boston Subway

Missing Snake Found Panhandling in Boston Subway

Boston, MA—The boa constrictor, Penelope, has surfaced at a busy Boston subway stop not far from where it slithered off its owner’s neck last week.  The snake disappeared on the Red Line of the T, or the L, or the Tube, or whatever the hell the name of Boston’s subway system is. 

Subway officials offered this statement: “We’re just glad the snake could adapt to life in Boston during a recession.”

When discovered, the snake had accrued over $67.43 in change.  Unfortunately, the snake did develop a serious meth addiction during its absence and has been irritable and moody, since her rescue. Whereas Mrs. Moorhouse is pleased Penelope was recovered unharmed, she has received several threatening phone calls from her pimp, Big Freddy Jazz, demanding the snake’s immediate return.  Moorhouse is also concerned the snake’s rehab stay will not be covered by the Massachusetts state Medicaid program.

“Boston is liberal,” said Moorhouse.  “But it aint that liberal.  And, as for the picture, I don’t even remember watching the Harry Potter series with Penelope, maybe she read the books.” 

Samuel L. Jackson was quoted as saying “Keep these mother fuckin’ snakes off these mother fuckin’ trains!”

Yig was unavailable for comment.

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Dear Ghetto Shaman,

I read your book Wake Up & End all Suffering.  And, uhh, there’s a pistol on the cover?  Talk about a mixed message.  You sicko! I don’t know what to say!

Ebb

Nashua, NH

Dear Ebb,

Sicko was actually by Michael Moore, a shaman in his own right.  And I believe the words you seek, but cannot utter, are “thank you”. Obviously, you speak for a loved one who found eternal peace from my work.  Otherwise you’re a pretty lousy shot.

The Ghetto Shaman

P.S.  Did you know that, statistically, for every successful suicide attempt, there can be over a hundred failed attempts?  That number is too high, thus the inspiration for my book. 

ATVs: A-hole Trashy Victimizers and Why I Hate Them

Alex Bone

Collapsing Shack, AZ—Over the past decade the use of ATVs has become more popular than ever, surpassing even the killing of harmless animals, the shooting of illegal immigrants, or other culturally important redneck pastimes (CIRP).   The following observation on those who choose to drive an ATV is sadly accurate.  The names have been changed to protect…I really didn’t get their names.  Too much gurgling from all the blood in their throats. 

Now people don’t even need four wheel drive vehicles to get deep into the wilderness. Many families can just drive their RV to the edge of the woods, set up camp, and—as soon as they finish the last video from the Jeff Foxworthy mythos—head as far as the dirt roads will allow. I decided for this post to set out to discover the ins-and-outs of forest etiquette, particularly in regards to the owners of these fearsome machines known as ATVs.  ATV owners are the BMW drivers of the badlands. Speaking of which, if they ever do make a BMW-ATV, wow….

Now I know why I am one of Northern Arizona’s premiere horror writers.  I just scared the shit out of myself.

I have studied the ATVsters behaviors and their ethics for some time—from a distance, of course, as not to contaminate the study.   So the following is just a short list of things that occurred while dealing with these jack wads. I’ve had the owners of ATVs:

  1. Drive over my possessions as they race
    through my campsite (I will miss you Sony Walkman).
  2. Park behind my artist wife in the middle of
    composing a painting (wow, that’s a beautiful use of water color, honey, but…uh,
    is that the back end of a Yamaha Raptor?)
  3. Try to move our camp tables in order to drive
    a few more feet past our canvas paradise.
  4. Lash small children to their front bumpers
    and drive through patches of jumping cholla (I’m actually OK with this
    one, but, wouldn’t you know it, that’s the only one that isn’t true!)

Some ATV owners have even tried to get me to buy George W’s new book. I hope I dug those graves deep enough. Since ATVs are from Hell, my new goal is to ensure that every time I’m around one they already feel like they are there. I don’t want them to die and have the whole eternal-damnation thing be a shock to their system.  So now, each time one shows up anywhere near me, I rush forward to them, get into their face, and yell RAAAH, RAAAH, RAHHH at an ear-tearing volume.

Do they think I’m crazy? If they can hear me over the roar of their engines… my guess would be, yes. Still, my goal is a noble one, to try to annoy them at least a fraction of how much they have annoyed me over the years. Is this good journalism? Is this sane? Well, of course not, but keep in mind, this is The Daily Discord.

The important thing is they begin to think twice…oh wait, that might be too hard for ATV owners. How about think…at all, before they rush into some stranger’s camp. So ATVers beware, there are worse things in the back woods than broken RV heaters, burnt microwave dinners, and skipping DVDs. Sometimes your little roar buckets might not be enough to get you back to your mobile homes, because barb wire has a whole lot of uses, heh, heh, heh—especially when it’s placed between trees about neck high. Did I just say that aloud?  Mr. Winslow is saying, no, I typed it out loud.  Oh, aren’t we supposed to tone down the rhetoric?  Well, next time, for now I have some traps to set for some boobs.  The last bastards we took out only had some Miller Lite and some Jeff Foxworthy tapes.

Narnia Boasts Successful Enrichment of a Weapons-Grade Mythical Element

Narnia Boasts Successful Enrichment of a Weapons-Grade Mythical Element

Narnia—Weapon’s inspector’s confirmed many of our worst fears today.  Narnia has the ability to produce large quantities of a high yield Cintamanite, a mythical substance found only at the Fords of Beruna in east central Narnia. 

“This has great implications for the War on Fiction,” said General David Petraeus.

The White House, meanwhile, is refusing to comment on rumors the Narnians were aided in Cintamanite-enriching technologies by Canada.  

Experts believe Cintamanite can nearly double the range and effectiveness of their wooden catapults, as seen during the siege of Cair Paravel in the second film. Some believe it may also enhance the taste of certain seafood recipes.

Rush Limbaugh is using this event to further embarrass The White House.

“Obama has done nothing to prevent this.  First Iran, then North Korea, and now Narnia! What’s next on Obama’s watch…is Sauron going to reclaim Mordor?”

Prince Caspian, now deemed an agent of terror and an enemy of the real world, is claiming his troops will utilize guerrilla warfare against the U.S. if further provoked.

“Actually, it’s more of a half gorilla, half goat,” added Caspian.  “They can jump out of a cupboard anywhere, any time. Heck, they can even appear out of a picture hanging on your living room wall.  How’s Napolitano going to handle that, bitches?” 

The President encouraged Americans to keep these developments in perspective, and stated, “Narnia poses no threat to free nations. The saber rattling over in Narnia is just that, saber rattling…literally.” 

A 2010 Zano-Style Rebuttal

Mick Zano

My New Year’s resolution is no more stories about Fox News.  Oh, oh, wait, but there’s one more thing… The Crank’s view, as always, suspiciously resembles Fox’s and can be summed up thusly: socialism = bad, cutting spending = good.  Very helpful—well, not really—not when this all-or-Fox thinking threatens to block any meaningful fiscal reform.  Here’s what we should be taking away from this year in politics: some Advil.

The Economy: In an earlier post I said to watch England.  Never trust a country that claims they are really into beer and then has all their pubs close by eleven.  They are trying to make up their deficit through 80% spending cuts and 20% tax hikes (a harsh recipe).  They are, of course, tearing themselves apart, right on cue (mostly due to the early pub hours).

If you recall, I recommended something around 60/40—AKA, long range progress toward deficit reduction without as many deaths as Republicans are opting for.  Originally, I thought conservatives were opting to reduce the deficit through 100% spending cuts, but that’s actually wrong.  They strive to be even less realistic about shit.  It’s their way. Since we’re borrowing money from China to help people like Richard Branson buy another spaceship, we’re actually looking at more like 105% spending cuts and no tax hikes.  Hey, let’s start nation building in Yemen, extend the Bush tax cuts indefinitely for all, and then vote against raising the debt ceiling!  …welcome to the 112th congress.

Sooo, when are you people getting back on your meds?

Long term we can all agree cutting spending is a good thing, and everything should be fair game, but if they start that 105% cutting shit tomorrow we’d be plunged into a depression.  Every economist outside of the neococoon understands this.  I’m not going to go over why returning to ‘90s level tax cuts for the super rich is necessary in the face of a 14 trillion dollar deficit, but the majority of Americans understand this, and the rest watch Fox. 

If you come to Washington on a “just cuts” or a “just tax hikes” platform, you’re perpetuating the stupid.  There certainly are libs on the left who haven’t gotten the “we’re broke” message and need to go, but Obama’s Debt Commission put together a deficit proposal that contained both difficult spending cuts as well as some necessary tax hikes…er, like the Mick “I-don’t-know-shit-about-economics” Zano model.  And, since I really don’t know shit, the need for me to comment on this subject remains astounding. 

Circa 2006 I stopped using my credit card and paid only cash for my booze and hookers.  Did my balance disappear?  Did my rash disappear?  No, I needed to increase my payments to Visa and decrease the spending.  And Obamacare better kick-in soon before this rash gets any worse.  Meanwhile, Republicans have about a 1% plan to actually cut spending.  Ahh, where’s the other 104% coming from…Narnia?  Speaking of witch, we should probably pull our troops out of there as well. 

Just saying that spending = bad is less than helpful.  Sorry, but we’re not dismantling all of our institutions tomorrow. Not hap’nen.  Of course, thanks to your due diligence, they may well fall apart of their own accord.  Fiscal conservatives will likely block any plausible course corrections until it’s too late, proving the old adage a penny saved is a country burned

Socialism: Huh?  What are you people smoking?  If the difference between the haves and the have-nots is reaching record proportions in recent years, Obama must be a pretty lousy socialist. Does socialism mean a shift in wealth toward the rich?  Oh, I had no idea you changed the meaning of socialism…I get it.  Sorry, but Obama will go down in history as a pragmatist.  He could have nationalized our failing banks but chose not to. I think when the Fed begs you to nationalize all of our banks and you refuse, that’s an epic fail for socialism. Obama loaned cash to the auto industry and it worked far better than most imagined and, sorry, but trying to insure more Americans does not make him Karl Marx.

The Tea Party: If all your movement can muster is to rebrand our country’s biggest crooks in the name of freedom, ahhh, good luck with that.  You needed to be a new emerging third party choice for America—a group truly distanced from both parties.  AKA, you have failed …already.  Do I think you will have a huge impact, yes, but will it be positive?  I’m going to go out on a limb here…No.

Republicans: They have a two step plan 1.) cause the great recession, and 2.) sabotage the recovery.  Great plan.  Very patriotic.  What annoys me the most about these “patriots” is the fact they continually focus on short-term economic gains, nothing more.  That would be OK, I suppose—or not without some merit at this particular juncture in history—if they didn’t happen to suck at it.  Foxeteers are like people who spend their whole life studying the mating ritual of the lemur and still don’t know dick about lemurs, or their dicking-about behaviors.  In reality (sorry Cranky), Libs have a variety of views, a variety of positions, and a variety of ideas: some good, some bad, some ugly.  They rarely agree on anything.  On the other side, Fox is all one unanimous very bad idea—which is no coincidence, as we will soon see.

Oxymoron Watch: Hey, but watching Fox finally paid off for me this week!  The O’Reilly Factor staff voted on their smartest comments of the year.  I watched this segment in a similar manner to the closing sequence of Blazing Saddles, rolling around the living room carpet and slamming my hands on the floor.  First out of the gate, for these ‘Fox precious moments’, they offered several mosque debate quotes…I repeat, several mosque debate quotes.   Ahhh, that was fiction.  They pumped the energy into this non-story to resonate with the asses. Then they praised themselves on their coverage cleverness as if this was somehow the cherry on their journalistic shit sundae.  It was so nihilistic that Camus probably isn’t bothering to roll over in his grave.  Next up was a Palin quote, which admittedly was a string of words that formed what one might describe—in certain remedial English classes—as a complete sentence (sometimes on cable news that’s enough).  Then, not to be outdone, Brit Hume batted cleanup.  The best quote from The O’Reilly Factor staff for 2010 was Mr. Hume rambling on about how amazed he is that other news networks aren’t emulating their powerful station’s successful formula. 

Fox News: First off, Mr. Hume, one cable news network is following your lead; it’s called MSNBC.  They pulled one from your playbook, which is precisely why they have sunk to new lows.  Second, most of your station’s “success” can be attributed to a combination of our failing educational system and cognitive-age-decline. Third, ahhh…how do I put this delicately…you’re an embarrassment, sir.  You and your ilk are the story within the story of our time.

Neococoon Watch: Here’s a recent study out of the University of Maryland on propaganda in the media. I originally found this on the dailydish.com.  The PDF file is a good read.  It’s not news…well, not to me. Fox, of course, ranked number one on the misinformation scale (by a mile).  They are responsible for a long list of falsehoods that their viewers now hold as gospel.  For a review of these, see any Crank feature.  And, no surprise, MSNBC has moved to a distant second.

“But what’s interesting in the study is how it shows that Fox News, more than any other source, distorted the truth and created a false reality, for all its viewers, Democrats and Republicans—Let’s be clear about this. One alleged news network fed its audience a diet of lies, while contributing financially to the party that benefited from those lies.”

—Andrew Sullivan

Or, as they like to call it, fair, balanced, and unafraid.  Andrew is now where I was a couple of years ago and the Foxeteers are right where we left them: misinformed and marching toward the nearest cliff.  But fear not fair reader, some of the millions of lemmings will be saved by using their copy of the Constitution as a crude parachute. 

Fox’s supreme use of propaganda would be almost funny, if it hadn’t gotten Bush re-elected.  We all know how that turned out…actually, about half of you don’t.  But at least the studies are finally catching up with the Zanos.  And the Cranks…well, they are the study.  

And for yet another Nostradamian style prediction:

To their credit, the Cranks and the Pernicks of the world know way more about economics than I do. The Crank can rattle off any number of potentially savvy economic moves, many of which I even agree with (no, really, I do).  But will the people they help elect implement any of them?  That’s the big joke…on them.  Somehow with all this “knowledge” they invariably mistake the forest for the sleaze.  

Bottom line, will the Crank or Pernick agree with the above graph?  Hell no!  Is it pretty much how things will play out?  Hell yes!  Megatrends are lost in the details, because those details were, for the most part, placed in their brains by crooks and schnooks.  While we collapsed under Bush, these savvy Fox business types were saying, “All is well, there’s nothing to see here” and, as we stabilized under Obama, they all whined, “The sky is falling!”  When the Republicans return to power, they will initially return to their “All is well” stance.  Then they’ll switch to “We were too late to change Obama’s policies.”  Ahhh, the fact remains: you broke it, he stabilized it (albeit barely), and now you will finish us off in 2012.  Hey, maybe the Mayans were trying to warn us about Mitch McConnell.  I believe Quetzalcoatl translates roughly to “obstructionist asshole” in Mayan.

You know what has negatively impacted businesses more than anything the libs have done?  Perpetuating this lie that everything is worse under Obama.  We are amidst a fragile recovery, and you are purposefully adding to the uncertainty of our business community?  Were business owners really comfortable under Bush with their increasing inability to insure their own employees?  with the unsustainability of the Bush tax cuts from any graph or pie chart known to mankind? with a country waging numerous wars, at least one unnecessarily, totally on our collective credit cards?  Really?  Business leaders are that dumb?  Well, maybe.

Sure, cutting spending = good, but cutting it before you have any viable plan to do so is another Fox precious moment.   Shifting all of the wealth of the country to about a dozen or so moguls while calling it socialism is another neat stunt, but, in the Republican’s defense, Branson’s new spaceship is pretty awesome.  Hey, those super rich are supposed to give us jobs, right?  Can I work on your spaceship, Mr. Branson?  I’ve watched every Star Trek episode and I know how to curse in Klingon.  Oh, and I can also wear my pajamas for weeks at a time (a prerequisite for anyone serious about space travel).  And, for your information Mr. Crank, my parents did tell me when they were moving out.  They just forbid me to move back upstairs or touch their stuff.  I am actually defiantly writing this from my father’s study as we speak, because I’m a bit of a rebel at hea—oh shit, the beer made a ring stain in the wood.

Solutions: The Crank says I’m not solution oriented, yet I recommended a ratio of tax hikes and spending cuts similar to Obama’s deficit commission (which was blocked by the ideologues on both sides).  If you were really serious about cutting something, wouldn’t following the commission’s recommendations have been a better compromise than the recent spend fest?  The only thing the right is serious about is fucking things up, their singular strength.

And, I’ve always said a gas tax would level the playing field and move the country toward a responsible energy policy.  Do I want to walk to work?  Hell no.  Is it better than what’s coming economically and possibly ecosystemly?  Hell yes.  Fox believes all our healing juice will spring forth from capitalism.  Sorry, in this case, capitalism needs a nudge and Wall Street needs a leash.  Also, I have been touting the importance of a more integral based media to end the talking heads currently derailing the truth.  I was on the vanguard of those attacking the media.   Now, lo and behold, people are talking about it and studies are supporting it.

But, most importantly, it has been said that a sane world starts with sane citizens.  I actually have been pretty clear on a solution, although it’s not a solution that will resonate with most Americans:  meditate.  Take on the self-experiential-experiment (SEE) of the contemplatives.  Work on yourself and things will fall into place for you, regardless of your bank account.  Study after study shows your economic wealth has no correlation with your happiness.  I realize that this is sacrilege to the vultures over at Fox, but only a truly sick group of people can follow some of the twisted logic of our country’s policies.  Our current path is a form of collective suicide, perpetuated by the left and right (er,…mostly the right).  And again, to be clear, I’m not hoping for our financial institutions and political structures to collapse, it’s going to happen regardless, but it doesn’t have to be the end of America.  I told you you would need that Advil. 

Professor Changes Twain Classic to The Adventures of Dingleberry Dan

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Auburn, AL—A professor from Auburn University, Allen Gribben, has sparked considerable controversy this week by opting to rewrite the Mark Twain classic, Huckleberry Finn.

Gribben claims, “No one reads that old shit anymore.  I thought to myself, how can our literary classics start competing again with the likes of YouTube, video games, and episodes of Jersey Shore?” 

When asked why he went with The Adventures of Dingleberry Dan, Gribben felt the name more accurately captured the essence of his less savory, hipstery main character.  Gribben hopes that by using more colloquial language in the rewrite and by adding some gratuitous sex scenes, it will actually help reintroduce Twain to the next generation.  Captain Picard was unavailable for comment.

Gribben also reports tampering with Tom Sawyer as well.  In the new version, Injun Joe’s character is a casino owning drunkard known as Rez-Rat Rick and Som Thawyer tortures animals and sets Aunt Polly on fire after she asks him to do the dishes.  Gribben created this character with the hopes that it would “better resonate with today’s youth” and claims he changed the main character’s name because “Tom Sawyer is now completely associated with that Rush song.  What was the name of that again?”

Even Mark Twain’s famous penname itself is apparently not sacred as Gribben changed it to Marked Taint.  Apparently, his real name is deemed too offensive to Shania Twain, who can now be found sharting uncontrollably throughout the revised version of Chapter four.

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Dear Ghetto Shaman,

I am a Shaman in training and I was told one of the first things on my Shamanic to-do-list is to try to find my spirit guide to aid me in my quest and my journey. How do I go about finding my spirit guide?

Benny

Haddonfield, NJ

Dear Benny,

Spirit Guide

The Ghetto Shaman

A 2010 Crank-Style Recap

The Crank

In 2010, the Libertard hoard provided an un-heavenly host of issues to crank upon: religion, socialism, political correctness, all of Mikko’s favorite topics. As the year comes to a close and the hoard has been overrun and ousted from at least one branch our government, thank God, the time has come to finalize some key points we should take away from 2010.

Muslims. I do blame all Muslims for the acts of a few. Why? Well, maybe because they fail to stand up to ‘the few’, or at the very least voice their repudiation of their atrocities. When the Catholic priests’ sex scandal was unearthed, the most vocal angry voices were those of other Catholics (and their Proctologists). When you ask Muslims to make a statement condemning a suicide bombing, you get CRICKETS.

In Europe (the big smiling-wrap-our-arms-around-everyone-like-good-little-progressive-lemmings assimilation experiment gone horribly wrong), they wanted not to assimilate into the countries they entered, they wanted those countries to bend to their ways, you know, I beat my wife, I kill my daughter, and the rest of those death to fun kind of hobby/interests.  Muslims are today’s Borg, just with ugly clothing instead of form fitting skin tight leathers and chrome headgear. You will be assimilated, not them. And, resistance is not just futile, it’s fucking deadly. It’s all in the “It’s Our Way Or The Highway” section of the Koran. Oh yeah, and their idea of music (the painful squeezing of balls while chanting over loudspeakers for the whole fucking city to hear) sucks a big wet one. Just once I want to sneak in to one of those Mosques and put AC/DC’s Hells Bells on full blast. Someone needs to fund this little project…ahm rollin thundah, ahm pourin rain, Ahm comin on like a hurricane…. They might leap ahead hundreds of years in their stunted evolution…or not.  But it would still be fun. 

Socialism: Epic Fail everywhere it has ever been tried. Can’t work. Evah (snap, head bob). Just look at Europe now. Not so nice. Young people everywhere protesting the fact they may actually have to work past 50, and pay their own way (whatta concept). The Nanny is dead (no, not her. I still want to do her. Nothing like waking up to the goose like cackle of Jewish women complaining, but I digress).

“I want my free shit in perpetuity, you find a way to fund it, or I’ll burn this city down!”  What socialism ended up being was: whole countries full of live-at-home teenagers who never left mom’s basement for their whole lives, and Mom and Dad moved out years ago without telling them. A word to liberal progressive bloggers and media: catch up with reality, or go away. And give the Universities back to Professors who want to TEACH, not brainwash. Zano is what happens in the latter case.

The Constitution:  Not dead yet, as Zano and his ilk (just what IS his ilk, anyway?) would have you believe.  It’s just hiding, afraid for its life. And rightly so. It just needs to be READ. Get to know it, like the funny uncle you always liked but were afraid to admit it to your parents. Then, get your Congress persons and Senate persons to read and understand it. And FIRE the ones who won’t, or don’t, or laugh at you for bringing it up!

P.C.  I’m fat, you’re an idiot. You’re (put your ethnicity here), I’m a fucking beige gorilla.

To quote the great Don Henley “a victim of this, a victim of that, your daddy’s too thin, your momma’s too fat, GET OVER IT, GET OVER IT!!”

It’s very important that we do not lose who we are. Diversity is truly wonderful, but it only really works if you’re diverse, not so much when you’re all fucking clones.

Happy friggin New Year

Crank

Viva Lost Coverage: Zano’s Vegas Coverage Fiasco

Pierce Winslow

Zano begged me to give him another chance, so, being the kind-hearted soul I am, I decided to dispatch him over to Vegas.  We arranged to have him upload some live feeds to me from the Riviera during the New Year’s Eve festivities.  We were going to incorporate Twitter, it was going to be great—and what did I get for my trouble?  Bupkis.  I got less than bupkis, I got bupk.

Bald Tony with what looks to be lit reindeer antlers sprouting out of his head

First off, Zano sends me this “picture” and I use the term loosely. This photographic gem is of Bald Tony with what looks to be lit reindeer antlers sprouting out of his head.  Here’s the accompanying Crackberry text from Zano:

7:15PM: We are at the Wynn and the Encore (as locals call it WynnCore).  There is an awesome hourly show out back, very freaky.  I hug Tony out of fear (OK, I added that last part, but it’s probably true).  Cocktail waitresses in Vegas typically range anywhere from the Jessica Alba variety to the Phyllis Diller variety, but at the WynnCore, it seems we are blissfully Dillerless.  All of them rate very high on the shwing scale.  The place is so high scale you can even eat out of the urinals, but those blue-comb, men’s room attendant goons frown upon this. 

7:47PM: We checked out the menu at the SW Steakhouse.  “These prices aren’t too bad,” I said, but then Tony pointed out those were the appetizers.  I hug Tony out of fear (OK, I added that last part, but it’s probably true).

Bald Tony set Zano up at the Riviera

Then, at 9:35PM Nevada time, I get this picture of what looks to be the Riviera and the Stratosphere in the distance.  Bald Tony set Zano up at the Riviera, so at least there’s proof he made it outside his hotel room.  Here’s the accompanying text for this one:

9:27PM: There’s an English style pub, The Queen Victoria, on the ground floor.  Here’s the equation: the room is under Tony’s name + I billed the room for my tab = I may never leave.

I don’t know why I pay these idiots.  Oh, that’s right, I don’t. Regardless, I’m still getting the short end of this schtick.  Not one picture of the fireworks! Not one picture of the crowd!  Here’s the last transmission from Zano:

11:02PM: Separated from Bald Tony.  Throngs of what can loosely be described as people, some dressed garishly.  Not sure what garishly means.  Will Google later.  I have been in Times Square on New Years but nothing comp…”

It looks like it might be a line of motorcycle cops, but it’s kind of blurry

That’s all I got.  Oh, the humanity.  At left is the last picture he sent me.  It looks like it might be a line of motorcycle cops, but it’s kind of blurry.  I aint bailing those fuckers out…again!  No one has heard from either of them at this point.  Perhaps they are lost to us…I should be so lucky.

OK, Zano, if you’re still in Vegas and free to move about unfettered, you should be able to see Trump Tower from the Riviera.  OK, now walk over there before reading any further.  I’ll know if you don’t, so proceed there NOW!

Are you there?  Good, because I am preparing my own fireworks display of sorts.  Are you in the lobby?  OK, now find a picture of Donald Trump—a gold statue in his likeness will suffice.  OK, kneel down at its feet.  Excellent.  OK, you may continue…

You’re Fired!