The Sorry Story Of Territory and Domination

 

Apes cannot shoot down airplanes and have no names like Vladimir or Bashar, but are just as primitive, plus sulking, brooding, vindictive and finally… inferiority-complexed, attacking not out of immediate hunger but ultimately out of petty, irrational fear.

 

 

 

http://youtu.be/a7XuXi3mqYM

 

 

 

Loyalty

 

Mrs Confucius say:

 

You may call my cunt a pussy, but never, ever call my cat a cunt!

 

Music

 

-My wife wants a private bathroom, lest someone can hear her!

 

-She plays the Bowl?

 

- Like Glenn Miller!

 

- She does Glenn Millers?

 

- Not to say Kai Windings!

 

- So, more than a good ear!

 

- You can say that again!

 

Only on Earth

 

We shouldn’t cry

when someone dear and near

passes away,

if we believe in heaven

and eternal sanctity

 

 

 

We should cry

when losing the lot,

our crust, our roof, our breath,

in the process

gaining cruel pain and terror,

 ‘heaven’, despite its hopeful beckoning,

deciding to come crashing down on us

 

 

We shouldn’t cry

when a total stranger

extends a  sudden, loving act

of helpfulness

to us

 

 

 

But we do!

Don’t we?

Not only because of its extreme beauty,

but because of its ridiculous,

its utter

 

 

rarity

 

 

 

Knock, Knock, Who’s There?

When Hitler was woken up in Berlin the middle of the night

of June 6th, 1944, to be informed of the Allied D-Day invasion

of Normandy, he said Good, that brings the enemy closer, a

stupid answer by a stupid, stupid man, an answer of Saddam Hussein

proportion, still unaware apparently that who was the enemy…

but him!?

 

 

La Preuve: 10 months later he was dead….

 

 

Wiener

 

Here in Europe a guy with long hair and a beard, a cross between Jesus Christ

 and Rita Hayworth, attired in a dated, gold plaque long dress, won the festival

of songs of bad taste.

His name Conchita, to no one’s surprise, Conchita Sausage to be exact, or Wurst

in his native tongue. The background noise, Schubert, Mozart, Mahler and Strauss

 rolling in their graves. Because no orchestra is ever shown on the ‘live’ TV broadcast

of this yearly event, and so we must conclude that what passes for actual music

of whatever dubious quality is mostly electronic gimmickry and the voice of

 Rita Conchita in fact lip-synched.

But what the hell, the great nation of Austria is ‘proud’, and that is wonderful. Not to

 speak of Father and Mother Sausage and all the other bearded little knack-wursts.

Little Caesar

 

Russian Vladimir Putin is an unremarkable man, who has been given remarkable powers.

 

 

He chose Dmitry Medvedev as his predecessor because he is harmless and stands even shorter than him.

 

 

And so he would never get photographed looking up at him.

 

 

Ah, yes,  of power and complexes…

 

 

Name Game

Tiger Woods

 

Jeremy Irons

 

Peanut Putter

 

Gone

 

So where’s George?

 

I don’t know, said his ex. I haven’t got a Clooney!

 

YOUPOOP

 

My son has designed an app for dogs with a Google map flagging parks and hydrants in town.

 

Horses please abstain!

 

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