Yes, we have no Obama’s.

I have a dream that one day, no unhinged University student Leftist, dangerous and deluded trust fund brat, retarded and eternally tenured academic, just flown in International Socialist radical extremist and criminal creep, or Carlos Santana, will be judged by the quality and colour of their Che the child killer Guevara t-shirt design.

And that we can all walk together on the way to another, violent mid-town riot and car burning, as we all scream “Fascist!” and assault any old veteran who just happens to pass by on the way to being productive. Yes, I have a teen cream dream! -Barack ‘follow that dreamscape’ Obama.

Dear sports, people ask me and even some very famous people have said, “Who are you?” And that’s the kind of question anonymous chaps like me love to ask of er, the very famous. But where’s the er, forum? Not in the MSM that’s for sure. That’s mostly for bad journalists so it seems, mediocre being the hack qualifier of choice. Who are they really, these creeps with power and privilege? Who am I? Thank God, nobody, though I’d love the cash.

Marlon Brando used to delight in asking what he considered the only statement worth knowing the truth of regards anyone. “He’s a phony” he’d say and act accordingly. Marlon said Montgomery Clift was so uptight that it was like he had “…a Mixmaster up his ass, and he doesn’t want anyone to know”.

In the Truman Capote book ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’, the narrator “Fred”, says that Holly Golightly is a “genuine phony”, because she really believes it. Man, that’s like, the most! And the film of the same name is a genuinely touching piece of entertaining and dated corn that’s like gold, because today, such a film with such a feel, cannot be made at all. The main reasons among others, are the abundance of money multiplied by the dearth of stars to pull off an original idea worth a damn. Ah, the dreary facts of a faux reality obsession. If I wanted mere fake reality on film, I’d watch documentaries on diarrhoea.

Like all movies, the film is a total fake, but so delicious and cosy. They really believe it too, so it seems, and so do we, and therefore it’s genuinely er, real and really fake. The good fake. Don’t cha’ love the taxi in the rain scene, the party and Audrey singing Moon River and… Continue Reading >>

Also see: Can we question his patriotism, now?