Sitcoms
by , 11-17-2009 at 01:19 AM (918 Views)
Here's something a bit more cheery in contrast to the last post. I don't mean to offend the religious in any way, only your average fundimentalist
Sitcoms are heroin. Not only that, but they are the fifty dollars a gram grade of heroin, laced with commercials.
If ever were there to be some far-fetched, out-of-the-bounds-of-reason conspiracy theory by some far-off remote fringes group, it would have to be somewhat along these lines; accusing the government of creating weekly thirty minute TV shows as a way to brainwash the general population so that they can carry-out their evil plan to slowly infest the country with green faced, baby-eating, saliva-dripping-from-their-mouth UFO’s, so that eventually after being hypnotized by the usual and typical plots and farces on your run-of-the-mill carbon copied sitcom, the general population, now being obliviously injected with little micro-chips, thus creating a fascist state after the government takeover by the aliens, who had cut each and every member of congress into little pieces, throwing their spare bones into the streets, the savage, uncultivated citizens of our state capital, now turned into cannibalistic hungry wolves, go and gleefully mutilate the spare parts. In the mean time, everyone in Hell is partying and getting wasted as the Antichrist, disguised as a really nice guy coming to redeem the world, pampers himself for his national appearance. The tepid Antichrist, who is in fact an introverted Milton-type, goes to Washington, on a horse and with a ten gallon hat and bootstraps, confronts the nefarious alien neo-Nazi politicians and wipes them out. The Christian right celebrate and declare that the Antichrist has come to begin Armageddon and wipe out all non-believers while they ebb and float away into Heaven. In the mean time North Korea, having **** international communications due to their leader’s case of paranoid schizophrenic xenophobia, reverberated every night with visits from the ghost of his past predecessor (who is still Eternal Leader of the Universe), launch their nuclear warheads, aiming for Washington. The warhead hits, twelve minutes before its predicted arrival, people in the streets stop and stare (“it’s a bird!”) before their eyes ooze out of their sockets from the radiation, just as Satan and remaining politicians are about to sign legislation concerning a division of powers between the two, made possible by threatening congress with an open vacancy for the seventh circle of Hell, you know, the one with all of the creepy nude old men. . . . .Which is where we are all headed due to the fact that it turns out that God is an eight-legged tarantula and who’s chosen people were not the Jews, but the long suppressed chelicerata anthropods. In the end, we all die and burn in Hell, which has become a frat house and becomes a homey replacement for earth.
The pious pout and sit on the outlines. The men of action are drunk and sitting in the tavern. The intellectuals wander about and contemplate. Everything is back to normal.




