Showing posts with label Usain Bolt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Usain Bolt. Show all posts

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Equal Opportunity Offender


Rude

Offensive

Vile

Tasteless

Crude

Despicable

Tawdry

Sophomoric

Disrespectful

Derogatory



While y’all might not like what the aforementioned words stand for, there’s no doubt…here in the USo’A, the Constitution bestows upon us the inalienable right to be as offensive as we want to be. Don’t like it? Don’t read it. Don’t watch it. Don’t listen to it. Or better yet, move to Saudi Arabia where they execute people for that kind of stuff.


Last week some douchebag from a newspaper in the NYC published a cartoon similar to the one at the top of this posting. Holy cow! The outrage spewed out myriad pie holes faster than Ussein Bolt covering 100 meters. People wanted heads to roll, they wanted revenge, they wanted blood. Sorry guys. While we think the cartoon was a bit much…we disagree with pulling it or making the artist issue an apology. Why?


It’s simple…as soon we start censoring things that offend a certain segment of the population, where would it end?

Remember when Blacks and Whites getting married offended everyone below the Mason-Dixon line?

Remember when Elvis and the Beatles offended everyone over 30?

Remember when South Park did shows on Scientology, the LDS Church and JZeus all the while offending anyone with the faith of a mustard seed?



The crux of today’s biscuit is simple…Sticks and stones may break your bones but words, music, movies, video games, comics and cartoons will NEVER hurt you. Like Xander Cage said in XXX, “Come on, Dick... It's only education we got.”



(8.-)

Monday, September 8, 2008

The Rich Get Richer While the Poor Get Screwed



If you opened a business and then ran it into the ground, you’d be dirt poor faster than Usain Bolt covers a hundred meters. The bill collectors and the Government-Cheese would be on you like a hound dog humpin’ a stranger’s leg.



So we’ve gotta ask…WTF is the government doin’ bailing out Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac? WPE says he’s tryin’ to keep the economy afloat. Thanks Chimp-Dick…you’re the one who got us into this clusterfuck in the first place. Now you wanna help? Now we're really gonna be screwed.



The crux of today’s biscuit is simple. If you’re a bourgie rich motherhubbard, the Government-Cheese will help you out with tax cuts and bailouts. If you’re middle class or lower…bend over and take one in the poop shoot. After all...they've gotta screw someone! We say it all the time...when they tell you that they care about the American people…they’re lying!



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Monday, August 25, 2008

Signs of the Times



There are two definite drawbacks to blogging and living in our 'rent’s basement.


The first is, no matter how hard you try, it’s impossible to get laid. Think about it. When most women find out where we live, they take off faster than Usain Bolt. Besides, a woman who’d wanna do the horizontal mambo in our parent’s basement probably isn’t the type of girl we’d wanna get down with in the first place. That’s a tough thing to say considering we have pretty low standards.


The second and worst drawback is the money, or lack thereof. Do you know how much scratch the average blogger makes? Bupkis. Here at PTB we’ve long known we’d spend our lives at the bottom of the economic ladder. We’ve even got a saying, “If it’s free it’s for PTB. If it costs money, later honey.” And that’s what has our Underoos in a bunch today.


We all know that Senator McSame is so rich he doesn’t even know how many houses he has. The ‘Bamer? He made four million dollars last year. That’s not chicken feed. So why is it that both candidates now charge money for yard signs? SHEESH! You’d think the brothers would be able to part with a couple of pieces of cardboard, gratis. After all, the 775 is where the next president will be decided. Nope.


We always thought politicians took your money AFTER they got elected. Not anymore. So now we have to fall back to plan “B.” We’re gonna go swipe a sign from some bourgie motherhubbard’s yard. They can afford it. We can’t.


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