Death Be Not Proud

[Robert Crisman]

Death is something that falls upon most, except for those pricks who write jingles for toilet-bowl cleanser.

And Richard M. Nixon, whose memory lives on as a flesh-eating virus in some crypt or other and threatens to spread and zoop up folks' noses and chew through their brains, turning them all into Tea Party zombies--a tax-saving measure endorsed by Paul Ryan, the feckless Ayn Rand, Hermann Goering, the Klingons, the TonTon Macoutes, on and on...

And then Andy Warhol, whose death was redundant, which means that the fucker's still out there.

Also Dick Cheney, who died in '01 and came back as a new strain of AIDS, and whose smile still causes the mass extinction of birds.

Then there's Mitt Romney, made wholly of plastic and toxic waste liquids, is hence inorganic, i.e., he can't die, yet will spawn unless he is stun-gunned and dumped in Bryce Canyon with armed guards around him forever.

Lastly, Paul Anka, who plans to reissue "You're Having My Baby," which means, of course, that humans, in contradistinction to Anka, are doomed...

[Jeanette Cheezum]

I just don't know what to say on this one, except, I loved it.

[Robert Crisman]

@Judy: And Morris Alpert, of course.

[Judy Thompson]

no no no, not paul anka.  anything but that.  Even Al Gore or Clinton's VP, whatever the hell his name was, has to be better than that.  

 

Well, maybe not Barry Manilow.

[Bill Floyd]

Self-styled prime movers as zombies, yes.  "Meet the new boss, same as the old boss." 

[Jadie Jones]

@Jared amen

[Jared Handley]

Felt good to read that. If you've gotta watch the Earth burn to the ground, it's nice to be sitting with someone who can give it a good send-up.

[Mike Handley]

Go, boy, go!