Venus-whaler is irrepressible Pille-pusher!
Slide over Noam, Professor Pille has a finer blend of nonsense... and it's decaffeinated!
(text below is taken from Professor Pille's contribution to the Stephen Colbert MySpace site)
(text below is taken from Professor Pille's contribution to the Stephen Colbert MySpace site)
Citizens! Niche Markets! Lifestyle zombies! Lend me your handbags! Abandon your Chomskys to the unyielding tug of the water-closet whirlpools and instead attend to this, my latest published brief on issues of gravest concern to the woe-soddened and politically insurrected; fully endorsed by the stalwart Venus-whaler, who knows a good plug but when he espies it!
Awaken now to a Dire Conspiracy of Deviltry so vast, so all-embracing, so stupendous, that no Jack or Jill or slithering thing--from the lowliest Desda-moaning Michael Moore to the loftiest wrong-trail blazing Bush; from the crossest Politically Correct spell-checker to the cross-burdened checker-for-Satanic spells; from the middle-headed media-cretins and entertain-morons to even the ivory-towering, cloud-dappled Lord Chomsky himself—is innocent of affiliation, collusion, duplicity, guile, and complicity!
Witness (via purchase of my book, available from the warlike Amazonians at moderate cost) the rise of multi-political Gargantuan Bobbleheadedness across the length and breadth of a dithering landscape dubbed A-Merka! Thrill to its internal village idiot strifes, its Punch and Jerry death-matches, its fetal and cellular squabbles, and its full gamut of incoherencies and inconsistencies incorporating not only those of the willowy and weeping Blau and NASCAR-nivorous Rouge E’states but otherwise the full rainbow spectrum of all known and unknown tom-fooleries!
Grimace and cover the eyes as this decorticated and amnesiacal Frankenstein’s monster of collective wrong-headedness alternately, and often simultaneously, saucily flirts with or angrily lashes out at other Grande Idiocricies and Klown Kultures (of equivalent petri-dish depth) of “da Urth” in a mud-level multicultural Love/Hate commingling of a species no mortal has beheld since the Darkest of Ages eclipsed common sense, or a Monsieur Moose made woo to old Bessie!
All is unearthed and laid to steam before the noontime sun in my newest volume (see accompanying daguerreotype) “Defenestrating Whatchamahoosit,” one more in series of globe-shattering critiques that will continue to manifest themselves as long as the market is in place, the critical sensibilities are turned to “Low,” and the coinage is sound!
Awaken now to a Dire Conspiracy of Deviltry so vast, so all-embracing, so stupendous, that no Jack or Jill or slithering thing--from the lowliest Desda-moaning Michael Moore to the loftiest wrong-trail blazing Bush; from the crossest Politically Correct spell-checker to the cross-burdened checker-for-Satanic spells; from the middle-headed media-cretins and entertain-morons to even the ivory-towering, cloud-dappled Lord Chomsky himself—is innocent of affiliation, collusion, duplicity, guile, and complicity!
Witness (via purchase of my book, available from the warlike Amazonians at moderate cost) the rise of multi-political Gargantuan Bobbleheadedness across the length and breadth of a dithering landscape dubbed A-Merka! Thrill to its internal village idiot strifes, its Punch and Jerry death-matches, its fetal and cellular squabbles, and its full gamut of incoherencies and inconsistencies incorporating not only those of the willowy and weeping Blau and NASCAR-nivorous Rouge E’states but otherwise the full rainbow spectrum of all known and unknown tom-fooleries!
Grimace and cover the eyes as this decorticated and amnesiacal Frankenstein’s monster of collective wrong-headedness alternately, and often simultaneously, saucily flirts with or angrily lashes out at other Grande Idiocricies and Klown Kultures (of equivalent petri-dish depth) of “da Urth” in a mud-level multicultural Love/Hate commingling of a species no mortal has beheld since the Darkest of Ages eclipsed common sense, or a Monsieur Moose made woo to old Bessie!
All is unearthed and laid to steam before the noontime sun in my newest volume (see accompanying daguerreotype) “Defenestrating Whatchamahoosit,” one more in series of globe-shattering critiques that will continue to manifest themselves as long as the market is in place, the critical sensibilities are turned to “Low,” and the coinage is sound!
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