Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Proof that Jesus DID die in vain.

An Anthem For The Little People
by Dr Kuha

“who is the Vice President?”
someone asked me the other day…
i said Richard Cheney
and said to Go Away

part of me wanted to lie
to say it was Lenin or Leann Rimes
to falsely educate an ignorant person
a sort of violence of the mind

how do you not know?
it’s not like Dick is new…
and perhaps most importantly of all…
how on Earth did you slip through?

who allowed this to happen?
who deserves the blame for this?
this travesty of boorishness
i knew who the VP was when i was six.

i tried not to dwell on it
while i shrugged into my coat
but some things are hard to forget
when these people get to vote

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

An Imposter is on the loose!

My friends, I have no pretty pictures for you today. Nothing that will brighten your mood, or elevate your spirit, or even give you a little chuckle. No, today, I bring you a warning, and it is a warning most dire. There is an imposter. This man pretends to have some sort of relation to me, but believe him not; they are all vicious lies. Not a word of it is to be believed. You must not allow his vicious slander to taint your view of me. I am not the evil man that this bastard wants you to think I am.

And so I propose that we destroy him once and for all, before his poisonous, treasonous, malignant, tainted words can turn you against, me, the Good Doctor.

Monday, January 09, 2006

A tragedy in the making

Six uncouth ruffians looking to pillage, a day late, a thousand dollars short, an anachronistic display of brutality and wonton disregard for anything pure and healthy. They were not recieved well at the Gala Event of the season. Stealing all of the patrons' valuables, they had to make off quickly, efficiently, and perhaps a bit ashamedly when the S.W.A.T. team arrived.

There's no place in this world for the likes of Vikings, Barbarians, REAL Cowboys, and rowdy rough-rider types anymore. Oh sure, there are pirates on the high seas, but the style is gone.

What must it have been like to see the sacking of Rome? No matter what side you were on, whether you were filled with fear or gleeful triumph, it would have been an amazing sight to behold. I miss the good old days. The days when men were men and women were women.

Oh sure, I'm too young to remember those days, but I can still remember them fondly in one way or another.

A savage youth with bright blue eyes and a depressed countenance signals the time to battle! Let the savage winds blow and the the barbarians ride again leaving the true art of destruction in thier wake.

Sunday, January 01, 2006


I'm going to be serious for a second. I made an interesting observation yesterday when I was at the family farm. One of my little cousins was playing this ridiculous game (Nintendogs) on the Nintendo DS, when my grandma's dog (a friendly yellow lab) came up to see her and see what was going on. But she was so absorbed in feeding, grooming, and training her electronic pets, that she pushed the real dog away.

What does this mean for humanity? I am fairly certain that it means that real pets, living, flesh-and-blood animals are obsolete and really should only be used for slave labor, since these electronic pets are so much more interesting. I mean, really, how can our family dogs compare to the sheer interactivity and reliable behavior of a pet based on a computer algorithm? They can't.