Tuesday, June 16, 2009

One medieval bitch called Intolerance

Recently a student was denied a diploma in Bonny Eagle High School Diploma for having blown a kiss to his family. I could have recurred to sentimental poetry and an hyperbole of descriptive metaphors to relate to what has happened, but this first sentence is the summary of the injustice taken place, and I am pretty pissed off with that one medieval bitch called Intolerance. It is in moments such as these that a big scary Marsellus Wallace should show up from nowhere and go "I'm gonna go medieval on your butt" to certain principle plenipotentiary fanatics.
At the same time, fuzz grows in the media as Palin triggers Letterman to an embarrassing apology. Apparently, a bad joke - let's face, I have laughed at better things - is reason enough to invoke the Bible. Did I already mention principle plenipotentiary fanatics? Well, here's a joke then: I think Sarah Palin's eighteen year old daughter should be fingered by Marcelus Wallace while he eats a kiwi in pijamas. As you can read it, you did not laugh at this joke - unless you were Dahmer's childhood buddy or you are just fond of depressing humor. Does that mean I ought to be crucified while being poked by annoying monkeys that preach about morality? Those monkeys aren't dignified enough to preach morality. Morality should preach them. Not the other way around.

Letterman's joke wasn't as mediocre as my kiwi one, but there is always space in the media to inferiorize successful people due to their human imperfections. It seems that today's society has difficulty accepting the fact that celebrities do effectively take shits and pee urine in toilets.

Palin's sensibility is what I call useless matter. Her words do not improve in anyway the improvement of this planet or Ricardo's Planet, so I respectfully, humbly, subtly, do not give a gorgeous, massive f***. And the media should not neither.


P.S For all those who laughed at the kiwi joke, I was just kidding. Please proceed in loving me.