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by Rick, staff writer
DUDE WHERE'S MY COUNTRY

Many think that Michael Moore’s new book is a manifesto with the sole purpose being to get George W. Bush out of the White House after the 2004 election. It isn’t. Instead it gives us the reasons we should storm Washington DC & throw his ass out tomorrow. Many reasons. Many valid reasons.

But for any conservative folks who’d call me “subversive” or “a communist” for reading this book, most of the information is common knowledge. It’s simply Moore’s wording that shines the light on the things that should be featured prominently in the news, but instead we’re subjected to the Bennifer wedding.

Moore points out the inconsistencies & outright lies regarding Bush’s reasons for war in Iraq. He documents the connections Bush has to Enron, Bin Laden & the Saudi Royal Family. Moore says what we all know, that this is a war to make Texas oil barons ever richer by keeping Americans in a state of pants-shitting terror, which is easy in post-WTC society. But while you’re talking with your friends about how Bush is a coke-sniffing dog-fucker, you can turn on the TV & watch a grinning mannequin say that the whole country feels the complete opposite way that you do. Could be that we’re being lied to. We’re hearing lies in the style of Orwell's 1984.

The book isn’t all about overthrowing our nation under oil & the dolla-dolla bill y’all. The introduction chronicles Regan Books (a division of Harper Collins, which is a division of the News Corp, which owns Fox News, which is owned by Rupert Murdoch) tried to censor Moore’s previous book Stupid White Men. They wanted him to rewrite most of it because it would be insensitive to the current state of the nation. Well, it wasn’t changed & it’s a hell of a read that sticks it to the man, right up the booty.

Moore also points out how liberal a country we are, despite what we’re told & gives tips on how to talk to the conservatives in our families, thus avoiding tossing legumes at them during family functions. Dude, Where’s My Country should be required reading in schools. We should have excellent orators read from it on TV during primetime instead of airing thought garbage like The Joe Schmo Show. Michael Moore’s a rebel with a cause, a danger to the system because he tells the truth. What’s more dangerous is that he supplies the proof to go along with it.
 
THE URINAL: THE SEQUAL

Every now & then, I write a follow up column to something. Most of the time, I go back to the subject I feel the strongest about, like my Brick List, my continued support of The West Memphis 3 or my constant hatred of religion. But I never thought I’d write a follow up to The Urinal.
The Urinal was 1 of my first columns for Dean’s Planet. It’s about how I get really annoyed when people at work talk to me while I’m taking a leak. I made my humorous point & moved on. Or so I thought. But this weekend I had my mind blown & had to come back to this topic.

I went to a mall this weekend. I’m not proud of it. Anyway, my lady is grabbing some lunch in the food court & I have to go to the men’s room. I excuse myself & weave my way through tables, customers & people with samples of food on toothpicks. I enter the men’s room; head to the urinal & all is normal... until I look down. That’s when I notice I’m pissing on the MTV logo.

I start to wonder how the MTV logo came to be in a urinal, but that’s starting to matter a lot less. I’m beginning to enjoy myself. I like pissing on the MTV logo. After all the bad shows they came up with & seemingly getting rid of videos entirely, they deserve it. I begin thinking I have the pee pee of vengeance. This is for Newlyweds. This is for Jackass. This is for TRL. This is for making VH1 another E! Channel. Why are the Hilton Sisters & Arnold Schwartzenegger on VH1? They have no video hits, as the channel’s name would imply. So they have no fucking business being on there! So take it you motherfuckers! Mine is the piss of the righteous.

I finish & I’m zipping up. Once my biological functions have been taken care of I can investigate. The MTV logo is on a blue plastic triangle with holes in it. Normally these things have a compartment for urinal cakes, but this doesn’t have 1. It just advertises the MTV Bash, which was a Carson Daly roast that aired in July.

My brain short-circuited as I realized what this blue thing was. I couldn’t grasp the concept. What kind of idiot would advertise things in a urinal? I’d like to meet the guy who came up with this (It had to be a man. No woman could come up with this & still have an advertising job). There’s someone out there that thought people in toilets were a huge untapped market.
I went & rejoined my lady. I tried to explain what I had seen & my thoughts on it, but it was difficult. I was shocked by something I had never seen before. I’d never heard or imagined such a thing. Then part of me felt violated. Why am I not safe from advertising scum in the potty? Is this the extent commerce will go to? Picture this. You’re on the toilet. You look into the bowl & in the water it says “Watch CBS News with Dan Rather”. THAT’S FUCKING CREEPY! It’s like a baby with a Hitler moustache, you never expect to hear of such a thing. And someone thought we’d buy into it. We’ll play along. We’re sheep & we like Carson Daly because they tell us to like Carson Daly.

Fuck you! My mind will not be shat upon. Piss on all of you who came up with this stupid fucking idea. It may have been fun to piss on MTV, but the reasons behind it make my bowels clench. I should go into Times Square, stand outside of MTV’s studios & unleash my mighty wee wee for what is right. Give me peace from advertising. Just because you brought back The Headbangers Ball doesn’t mean I’m willing to let commercials in a toilet slide.

 


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