Good morning, ClownSchool, this today's topic is Corporate Porn in Sunland, now called USofA Inc. You should note this material under TheoFascism/USofA Inc.

    What should give you a Sign that the Reptilians are a different species is how remarkably serious and self-important they are

   If you study them in the social wilds, in their habitat like a herpetologist, their fanged tendency to strike out, to spew poison even is one of their most vivid serpental behavioral patterns. The Democrats, as mammals, are ill-adapted to respond in kind.

    The ViperLizards, the leaders of the lizardsnake pack, have a kind of lidless vigilance for offense, for being offended. The cheney viperiens (chay-knee vie-pair-ee-ens) species that dominates on the Eastern Seaboard and <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Midwest of the continent of Sunland, now usurped by USofA Inc, has a particularly virulent venom. These are very aggressive reptiles.

    But what is offensive, what is obscene is not a janetjackson duskybosom, but a version of competition run amuck, of accumulation so midal that the definitions of corporate porn have to be shockedly rewritten.

    I’d institute a salary cap because the present game is heading for ruin. It is in the interest of Greed itself, surprisingly enough, for the henryford dictum to be widely spread.

   First, under Clown Rules #1-#10, it should end up being fun (x 10), we get Clown Rule #11: Each person’s life is as valuable to her/him as yours is to you. Juan is not worth 30 cents an hour. He's worth what you're worth. You can screw him with conditions so onerous that he’ll endure the 30 cents an hour, but it ain’t right and you know it. While we’re still unimaginatively locked into a wage framework, we need to talk about a human wage not a minimum wage.

    This is really, in strictly economic terms, haha, as if there could be any such thing, directly related to the henryford dictum: pay your workers enough so they can afford to buy your cars. This is not some namby-pamby altruism, you pork-fed, slavering Fat Cogist who treats your poor (and I mean poor) workers like cogs and lunches on Filet of Worker. You could prosper instead of foiegrasing yourself, stuffing money down your throat until your liver bursts. 

    All of the gains we achieved in the 20^th century to lift the lead-heels of the Cogists off the throats of the workers have to be fought for globe-wide. But we know enough now so we should instantly begin a basic Workers Bill of Rights in order to get imaginatively without the blood to where we would be in a coming century of blood. On PBS Global, in addition to the Nightly Business Report, there would be would be a Nightly Workers Report anchored by Paul Krugman and Jim Hightower and pog. We need to have a very smart global commission studying the integration of the several virtues of competition with the many virtues re happiness-pursuit of  a prosperous workforce.

   Get over shuddering about ‘failed communism.’ Take your meds, ViperLizards. We are now looking ‘failed capitalism’ right in its black eye. Get eclectic. Weave the best from all possible sources.

    //pogblog’s gotta run off and put out the new pogblog posters and buy Trader Joe’s keylime pie and Tazo Organic Darjeeling, upon which one can live, apparently. Can’t transcribe any more ClownSchool til later.

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LQ .. Lizard Quotient: If we say that Mr. Cheney’s LQ, or Lizard Quotient, is the platinum standard, a perfect 100, the Grand Imperial Lizard, the benchmark, then the rest of the Lizard Cabal ranks down in scalyness from that apogee.         

      When in the USofA Inc Nation, our Emperor George is defrocked in your insight, in her insight, in his insight, one by one we will see clearly that the ghastliness is that his naked scalyness is revealed. It’s like the Gorgon of yore, if you glance upon the unclothed Lizard, you may turn to stone. You will certainly be petrified. Better to keep your rose-colored glasses on. 

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   There’s a difference between living large or even living hog — and living obscene.

    Arnold Schwarzenegger is very short, very orange, and owns nine SUVs. This is vile.

  Now, short is fine, all my best friends are short. But elevator shoes? He is deeply orange from all the years of ManTan use, one supposes. Or maybe it’s just his inner wickedness radioactively glowing? When you are summoned to his governor’s office for a meeting in the evening, you don’t go through the closed great ceremonial doors that the public would enter during normal business hours. You are sent down a hidden corridor, and there is short, orange <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Arnold, toadesque, behind his desk, lighted exclusively by hundreds of scented candles. (“Please don’t tell him you like the candles!” the cringing staff said plaintively before sending you alone to the eerie audience.)

     Nine SUVs – after the initial reeling, the mind collapses in a coma, a catatonia. One SUV is already grotesque. (Yes, dear reader, if you succumbed to the machomoronic SUV craze, this vehicular viagra, – this lapse of yours is the least cool thing you have done.)

    Living clown like pogblog may lean you precariously too near to living culvert, but some self-examination in consumer gluttony might not go amiss. (I’m not against indulgence. Butter is better. Belovèd Julia Child lived on butter –just not too much in any day.) Shame. People who drive an SUV should feel shame.        06.05.05

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Please note: Some names, dates, and non-essential details have changed to protect the innocent. Eveyone's innocent in this except BushCo.

    My friend whose only son, 28, was killed in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Iraq one year and ninety-four days ago told me a story that I will never get my mind around, not ever.

    There was another woman I’ll call 'Jane Smith' whose son ‘John’ also had been killed in Iraq. Jane was in a group of families meeting with President George Bush.  Before the meeting, she had sent a long and anguished letter to Mr. Bush trying to describe the particular reality of her son, that he was not just a number, this complex and unrepeatable darling, daring life whose unique loss was unbearable to her. One of the details that she mentioned was that when anyone asked John how he was, he had this motto: he always said, “Life is good!”

   Eventually it came Jane’s turn to have an audience with President George Bush. He said that he’d heard that she had especially wanted to talk to him. As they talked, the subject of John's motto came up. George Bush leaned, as my friend described it, “right up in Jane’s face, way too far into her personal space.” And then President George Bush said, “How do you know his life would have been good?”

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Who, what, could possibly say such a thing to anyone? Least of all the President of the United States to a grieving mother who just buried her only son? I have spoken the essence of this ghastly encounter as starkly and unvarnishedly as I can.

    In the conversation, the Mother translated this as saying, “Your kid got killed on my lying watch, but his life probably wouldn't have been so hot anyway.”  “How do you know his life would have been good?” Chilling. 

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Speciation, a pleasantly nasty confection 

   You think the vile & violent must win, but belligerence becomes too dangerous and tediously wasteful, & some day quite soon we’re gonna collectively say, “C’mon, grow up, get over it, this paranoid merde de crapaud is a steaming, screaming bore. Take your meds!”

    Ask yourself if you’re really the same species as George Bush and Karl Rove? Suppose for every thousand, oh make it ten-thousand people they are directly responsible for having mutilkilled, they grew a saberfang or a wart-covered horn? So about now they each would have four saberfangs and seven wart-covered horns. If we could see the differences between you and BushRoveCheneyRiceRumsfeld, homo theofascistiens, you would know they were a new and malignant species.

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