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Sunday, September 18, 2011

I LOVE TEXAS! - The Ultimate Travel Guide to Texas!

Texans are a hearty folk, not welcoming of the seemingly frivolous lifestyle and “fandangles” of this century. The indomitable Texas spirit can be found within the frontiersmen, wranglers, trappers, leaders of the pack, and every other anachronisms from America’s Manifest Destiny. Texans may never surrender and never say die, but when they do it is usually during cardiac arrest at a startling young age. Texas is home to shockingly high rates of obesity, teen pregnancy, and death from violent crimes and accidents; as a result, life expectancy and childhood mortality rates in Texas rival Europe during the peak of the Black Death. With such a clear disdain for their own lives and the lives of their fellow Texans, it is not surprising that Texas has the highest proportion of uninsured in the United States (for those of you who do not live in the US, health insurance is something that the richest nation in the world makes its citizens pay to have a happy, healthy life because it spent the budget on Smart Bombs and Halliburton kick-backs).  Deep in the heart of Texas you will find that the stars at night are big and bright, but you will also find a healthy dose of cholesterol and carcinogens. So, strap on your cowboy boots, deep fry a stick of butter, and unlearn math because we’re going to Texas! Yee-haw!





Owing almost entirely to its suspicion of medicine, elitist doctors, and basic hygiene, Texas is a veritable museum for deadly diseases extinct in the industrialized world. It’s as if the CDC dropped the biosafety level 4 freezer in Texas just to “see what would happen.” The bubonic plague, rickets, smallpox, scrofula, polio, dysentery, typhoid, and many more ailments typically found along the Oregon Trail (if you don’t get that joke, ask your mom) are common in Texas. Not content to have only what everyone else has, or had centuries ago, Texas wouldn’t be Texas if it didn’t do everything bigger and better than all of history. In addition to known deadly diseases, Texas invented a number of new ones, which includes: the “Texas frenzy,” the “Texas froth,” the “Texas sweat,” the “bloody tuffet,” and “evils.” 

It should be no surprise then that the death rate for Texas infants is nearly 2 out of 3; however, the alarming ratio is counteracted by the fact that Texas doesn’t allow any form birth control other than obesity. Abortions are not permitted in Texas since “life” is considered to start at arousal and any sexual arousal that is not consummated in unprotected sex is tantamount to murder. As a result, 90% of women have their first child before their 20th birthday—the remaining 10% is divided evenly between witches and nuns. 

Even more apprehensive about having someone's hands in their mouth than they are about modern medicine, Texans view dentistry as a form of witchcraft and those caught practicing it are sentenced to drowning.  Minor dental procedures, such as tooth removals, are typically handled by shepherds, but any person engaged in animal husbandry could perform the duties.

All Texans enjoy a healthy portion of sugar, so much so that it is not uncommon for teeth to turn black and rot out. While in the rest of the world this would be seen as sign of addiction to crystal meth, in Texas it is a sign of prestige. Any Texan with a black and rotting maw of stinky tooth nubs is sure to have eaten his weight in sugar over the past week—which is a costly habit. The lower classes, unable to afford the requisite amount of sugar for ruining one’s mouth, will sometimes black out and/or knockout their teeth to give the appearance that they enjoy copious amounts of the sweet granules. Those Texans with a full mouth of pearly white teeth are looked at with disdain and treated with the typical derision reserved for any sub-class of people.




Unfortunately, Texas is unable to improve its situation because there is no centralized government and the state is divided up into little autonomous kingdoms lorded over by  local cattle or oil barons. In this baronic system, common Texan folk are bound to a plot of land owned by a baron in return for protection and the right to work on the fields. Also, unless God appears and speaks directly to the whole state, threatening floods and locusts, shit just doesn't get done in Texas. 

So, that’s Texas—a caustic blend of cow pies and oil wells all wrapped in smoked bacon. We may never understand what makes Texas such a desperately backwards hovel of a state, and we never have to because there are plenty of roads that will take us around it. What we should hope for is that they finally build a solid wall along the border of Texas and Mexico, but enjoy the idea so much that they just keep building until the wall goes all the way around the whole state. Sure, walls keep things out, but they also keep things in. Fingers crossed. Just like with any infection, if you can’t get rid of it, quarantine the shit out it.


In Texas, cowboy hats are an erogenous zone.

FUN FACTS about Texas:


  • Capitol: Waco

  • Language: Country Strong
  • First governor: David Koresh
  • Main export: Beef
  • Main import: Beef
  • Favorite condiment: Ranch
  • Favorite vegetable: Ribs
  • State bird: Longhorn cattle
  • State animal: Walker, Texas Ranger
  • Best selling vehicle: Covered wagon with four oxen
  • Favorite lute music: Ricercare by Francesco da Milano (1497)
  • Fine for non-Christians: $11 per day
  • Fine for not wearing a cowboy hat: $18 (men) $5 (women).
  • Fine for messing with Texas: Trust me, just don't mess with Texas...

      SERIOUSLY, DO NOT MESS WITH TEXAS!




      Monday, August 29, 2011

      Rick Perry Is Coming . . .

      My love affair with Rick Perry continues...

      He's coming...

      Wednesday, August 24, 2011

      RICK PERRY VS ELI PORTER - IDIOT SHOWDOWN!

      VOTING FOR THE IDIOT SHOWDOWN HAS CLOSED. THE WINNER IS RICK PERRY. CONGRATULATIONS, YOU IDIOT.


      FIRST OF ALL, let's get something straight-what is in an idiot? We all are. Everyone. In life we all go to great lengths to extend ourselves beyond our limits, and this is how we learn and grow, but this is also how we get caught out looking like dicks. Sometimes things don't even have to be that far away to be beyond our reach. If you've ever been holding a stack of folders filled with loose paper and a mug full of coffee while trying to 3-hole punch a TPS report and you refuse to set anything down on the nearby table because "this will just take a second"you are an idiot. If you've ever driven an manual transmission through traffic with a whole banana cream pie on your  lap while you scoop at it with a fork in one hand, shift with your other hand, work the clutch with one leg, and steer with the other knee you are an idiot. You see, it doesn't take much to be an idiot and life certainly presents enough opportunities, which we are happy to oblige. Even though it is undoubtedly easier for some, being an idiot is natural for all. 


      As a species we continually alternate through states of genius and idiocy, but these are really just branches of the same tree. We reach beyond our grasp, we push the limits, and when we succeed we are geniuses; when we reach too far and blunder face first  into the concrete wall of our limits, we end up as the idiot. Yes, that next line that will make our rap go off the hook is simply one line too many and the logic that will justify our seemingly irrational beliefs slips so easily between our fingers. When we painfully and publicly stumble over the hurdles of our own limits, there is only one thing left to do: stare bewildered into the camera of life and blurt out, “I’m the best mayne, I deed it!” Then pause, stuttering to cover or staring blankly until the awkwardness is too painful and life has to look away. In that moment, you really deed it, mayne. 


      So, embrace your inner idiot, because, you know what? You’re stuck with it.

      THE SHOWDOWN


      I love idiots, all kinds, and, believe me, we can smell our own kind. With so many idiots to choose from we must undertake the unenviable task of finding the best and brightest idiot star amongst the idiot galaxies. 

      Fighting out of the red corner, we have the governor of Texas, a handsome gentleman with the mind of a child and the arsenal of a man. Don't bother with a condom because it's Rick Perry!

      Fighting out of the blue corner, we have some bewildered, impossibly incoherent rapper making his debut on public access cable. Check your dental because here comes Eli Porter! 

      The criteria for deciding this epic battle is your own, devise and algorithm, read some tea leaves, spin the bottle, or whatever it takes. No matter who wins or loses, we all win . . . and lose. Truly, if there was ever something that mattered less, it couldn't possibly exist.

      Did I stutter? No? Well, someone will. Let the painful awkwardness begin!

      "Abstinance worked for me . . . uh . . . I'm the best mayne... I deed it"