The advancement of Mr. Alvin Greene, Democratic nominee for the Senate from South Carolina, has inspired a brand new segment of the Bizarreville population to consider seeking government office. The so-called “air head” sector has become a larger and larger political force in the country, and many feel it is about time for this group to be fairly represented. Besides, most everyone has realized that you do not need to be that smart to be in the Senate anyway.
Mr. Greene started this movement by surprisingly capturing the South Carolina Senate Democratic primary. He was an unemployed man who had just been involuntarily tossed out of the military after getting numerous poor evaluations, citing him as an ineffective leader who lacked organization and was unable to express thoughts clearly. He ran in the primary with basically no money, no campaigning, no website, few appearances…somehow managing to win overwhelmingly. Pundits were initially confused about the outcome, until they determined that the jugheads, bean brains, and noodle noggen citizens in the state rallied together, came out in force to vote, and pushed him to easy victory.
Even though Mr Greene has some sort of college degree, he is appealing to the constituency of illiterate, uneducated knuckleheads who want a voice…even if it is a voice that can’t utter a coherent thought. Other low-IQ people are now considering a run at political office, according to officials at the National Association of High School Dropouts and Beauty School Dropouts. “Our members are sick and tired of smart, educated people thumbing their noses at them. And they are particularly sick and tired of lawyer types and other elitists who drive around in their Buicks, and couldn’t care less about people who just happen to have mush between their ears. Our members are starting to figure out where the polling places are, and believe me, they will start showing up on Election Day… if they don’t forget.”
Senior Senators were initially taken back by the fear of having dozens of low-IQ’ers part of their esteemed body. They considered trying to pass a quick measure to establish a minimum 50 IQ standard to be qualified to serve in the Senate. During the debate, however, it was pointed out that many of the current incumbents might not pass the 50 IQ standard, so the issue has been tabled for now. Some Senators are taking it in stride, and think the new wave of nincompoops could actually work to their advantage. “Smart people can be a disadvantage,” said one Senator. “The smart ones tend to ask too many questions on every bill, over-analyze every paragraph and clause, argue points ad-nauseum. Getting a few drones in here will make life much simpler…just vote this way, and shut up. I’m starting to like it already.”
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With the Bizarreville public school system in such an utter financial mess and facing infrastructure collapse, officials have formed committees, task forces, and special focus groups to help develop solutions. The School Commission retained noted pollster Dimbleweed and Frumpp Inc. to gauge public acceptance/relunctance to enact a tax increase to aid the struggling school programs. Over 2000 people were surveyed and interviewed from a cross-section of citizens.
The poll found that 49% of people surveyed favored a tax increase to pour good, new dollars into previously failed school programs. 39 percent opposed any sort of new tax, while 12% did not understand the question.
Initially, analysts thought this was a shocking result. On closer examination, however, the picture became clearer. Nearly all of the 49 percent favoring increased taxes were people who pay no taxes themselves, and are card-carrying bonefide lunks who sponge off the system. Exit poll interviews with them revealed a strong desire to soak the rich a little more, especially those with jobs, savings accounts, credit cards instead of debit cards, and/or families without one or more deadbeat dads. Interviewees felt that the best way to solve the school system problems was to piss away more money at it, especially since it was not their money. One interviewee, to make a point, dropped his drawers and peed on a nearby mailbox.
“Education is important,” another survey-respondent said, “and we need to support our schools. In fact, we need to give all the teachers a raise, build some new buildings, and rehire teachers who were fired just because they’re not so good at teaching. And while we’re at it, we need more free lunches with better food besides just pizza and salads. And different flavor shakes besides just chocolate and vanilla…get some variety.”
It is still not certain how the Commission will use these poll results in determining how to bolster the sagging system. Taxes may be part of the answer, but since fewer and fewer people actually pay tax anymore, there will need to be a broader-based solution. A sub-committee has been formed to deal with non-tax proposals, but so far has not come up with any ideas.
Federal officials have been outspoken about states wanting to take illegal immigration control into their own hands. They have been particularly disturbed about Arizona’s proposed law which would give the right to law enforcement to check residency status for scoundrels who rob a convenience store, drive like reckless maniacs, or beat up an innocent child. Candidates running in primary elections in many other states have stated they support the Arizona law, and would push to have it adopted in their state, if elected.
Government officials have threatened to file law suits over these laws or proposed laws to head them off at the pass. They say that the federal government has firm quotas on how many illegals are allowed to enter the country, and if states start cracking down, they may fall short of meeting their quotas for illegals.
“We had several months last winter where we fell disappointingly short,” said Illegal Immigration Czar Jose Mafunknutz. “We tried to open the borders more, even offered free tacos and beer at several border stations, but still could not seem to draw enough interest. Volume has picked up recently, but we’re afraid that when cold weather starts hitting the midwest, there will be another falloff as the potential aliens elect to just stay home.”
Malfunknutz is very concerned about the potential for profiling if the Arizona law becomes template for other states. “You cannot discriminate against a person just because he or she is involved in drug trafficking, drunken driving, causing a public nuisance by peeing in alleys, or all of the above. That is clearly profiling, and totally illegal. We have staffs of lawyers who will protect the rights of the drunken public pissers to the fullest extent, and warn all police officers that we will go after their badges if they engage in this type of blatant discrimination. Come on…let’s all get along…after all, when people gotta go, they gotta go.”
State governments seem unfazed by the federal sword rattling, and are proceeding with crack-down plans regardless.
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The President and his crack staff of spendaholics had made campaign promises to not come up with any new taxes. But they still had the insatiable appetite to spend, spend, and spend a little more. Like a 400-pound chowhound sitting behind a plate of savory double bacon cheeseburgers, the temptation was simply irresistable. Yes, they would engorge themselves with those meaty burgers…but how would they pay the tab? What sucker could they get to pick up the check?
The President had an idea….roll back old tax cuts. Naturally that wouldn’t be a tax increase, per se. It would just be the expiration of a tax decrease…in his mind, a totally acceptable loophole that could withstand the “depends on what the definition of ‘is’ is” kind of legal scrutiny. Moreover, it would be an action that the President could undertake and have a complete illusion of a clear conscience. After all, he had previously made speeches about the millions of job loss avoidances from his stimulus programs….this latest idea was certainly no more a truth-stretcher than that one.
So, they rolled back the Bush tax cuts, all of them: the ones that benefited the filthy rich bastards, the ones that helped the semi-filthy middle class creeps, and the ones that gave a spark to the not-too-filthy lower incomers. Oh, there was joy in the White House, and high-fives all around as the nasty tax cuts finally met their maker.
But then, Gilbert Shnoodle, senior adviser to the President, suggested they go ahead and roll back the Reagan tax cuts. “Sure!” cried the staffers, “Why not? Why not take a little more hide away from all those greedy SOB’s?” So, they immediately passed legislation to cancel those old Reagan tax cuts, driving top marginal rates to 70 percent. By this time, the martinis were flowing freely, and any inhibitions about being a radical dirtbag flew out the window.
Another staffer suggested: “Why stop there? There have been many Presidents who have cut taxes over the years.” Before you knew it, they had rolled back the Nixon, Kennedy, Eisenhower, Truman, and Hoover tax cuts. By the time it was over, the average tax rate was 62%, and the top marginal rate was 94%. The staffers were so ecstatic, they went ahead and had a toga party.
There was some public bemoaning and bellyaching about this new radical tax policy. But Administration officials insisted that the President completely abided by his promise of no new taxes…never said anything about unearthing some of the golden oldies.
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The Senate hearings for the newly appointed general started off very well, with the general spewing well-rehearsed answers to scripted questions. Naturally, he was extensively questioned about B.O., the B.O. incident, and body odor in general. Of course, his lack of smell impairment was weaved into every response, further punctuated by the fact that he himself smelled like he had not showered in about 2 weeks. His fragrance of dead fish floating in a sulfur spring made the point to all the senators on the panel.
But, as they probed beneath his odorous surface, the found several disturbing nuances in his background. Allegations came forth of tax fraud, soliciting prostitution, and most importantly, speaking when not spoken to. The first 2 charges were basically dismissed by the senate committee panel, deemed not critical to confirmation. “Tax law, after all, is a confusing mess of non-understandable garblety gook and ambiguous jibberish,” said one senator. It was echoed by several other senators, who at one time or another had been accused of dodging tax, when they claimed that the system they themselves devised was just too damn complicated.
And solicitation was considered by the panel to be a soft crime in Bizarreville. People such as the general are under intense pressure…fighting wars, filling out interminable bureaucratic report forms, trying to look busy, etc….a person in such a situation needs a release. And besides, as evidence presented itself, General Munkfard only offered her 50 bucks, which wouldn’t have gotten him even a toe suck.
But the last charge was a huge concern. “It’s a question of character,” the committee chairman said. “It is unconscionable that any officer, let alone a general, cannot understand this basic expectation.” A specific example was presented when Munkfard was speaking to a general 8 years ago without having filled out a request form ahead of time, or even getting verbal permission.
“He just came out and talked,” an eyewitness said. “No Form 3471-B was filled out, no Attachment 13F, none of that. I didn’t have a 3471-B with me at the time, or I would have offered it to him. I had a 3471-A, but not a “B”…doggone it…not a “B”. I tried to warn him, but he just went on talking, like he was talking to some buddy in a bar. It was shocking…shocking.”
The general still has a good chance of being confirmed by this Committee, who just needs to approve a warm body to run the stupid war. It is unlikely that the President will find another senior officer with a nose handicap, and the committee members understand this dilemma. Voting is expected by week’s end.
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The President announced that he could no longer tolerate smart-alec insubordination and disrespect in his commanding general. So he put his ass on a slow boat to Cleveland, and fired him on the spot.
The General had told Lazy Funk magazine that he didn’t care for the President’s choice of underarm deodorant. “He’s got B.O., and the cheddar cheese fragrance of the roll-on (that he apparently gets from Cracker Barrel) makes the whole Oval office smell like a 400-pound jogger,” said the General. “If he’s going to shop at the Barrel, maybe he ought to see if they have something a little less dairy.”
Even though the General has had a distinguished 35-year career, and has led the nation in defending against nasty enemies and lunatics while risking his life, the B.O. comment was just too mean, too cruel, and very inappropriate, according to the President. “The General should have just held his freaking nose like the rest of us,” an Insider said. “Maybe he could have just shot him a Ralph Lauren fragrance gift pack for Christmas, and let nature run its course.”
The General said he has had a lot of offers and looks forward to joining the private sector. Several cologne companies have allegedly made him attractive offers to be their spokesman, parlaying his notoriety as a sudden odor expert, and a solid defender of the right to not have to breathe stale air. “It’s in the Declaration…life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness…no way you’re going to be pursuing happiness in a stink pot,” he said.
The President appointed General Lucius Munkfard to the post as his replacement. Munkfard is a highly decorated officer, who coincidently lost his sense of smell in Vietnam during heavy chemical bombing many years ago. He said he can pretty much withstand any foe, whether it be enemy combatant or just pure unadulterated stink.
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Please join our band of CPAs as they apply the final nail to assure that any form of tax simplification will be dead and remain dead. This is part 18, and the final episode in our popular Simpli-Tax cyber-drama. Enjoy—————->
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The President, in a desperate attempt to change his pansy image, attended the National Asskicker Society meeting this week. Members unanimously voted him Honorary Chief of the Society for “showing the mean angry face of a determined bully who meant business and would take no prisoners.” The President was humbled so much in this designation that the Board almost decided to take the honor away from him.
The Chairman of the Society, Elfred DeJong, officially known as the F#?%Head Supreme, said that the President has made great strides in flushing out his inherent weenyness that had made him the lapdog of the bleeding heart liberals. “But we need to see more than just a snippet or two of tough talk,” he said. “We need to see him chasing down those Washington idiots across the White House lawn and literally be kicking their asses along the chase. We want it to look like a bloody Three Stooges routine. He needs to be Moe. That’s when we’ll be truly convinced of his ability to earn the honor bestowed upon him today. We’ll be watching.”
A spokesman for the President said he is going to seriously try hard to be an A-1 Asskicker, even though it runs against all his natural instincts. He has started watching old James Cagney face-slapping movies, and some Clint Eastwood Dirty Harry movies to better learn classic jerkism. He has even considered pulling out the old strap on his kids. The President has cancelled his memberships in the Mamby Pamby Society, the Gutless Wonders Association, and the Men With Tears. “He’s committed. There will be no tear sheds around here, believe me.”
As the President left the National Asskickers Society meeting, he tripped on his shoelace and fell flat on his face. “There’s still work to do,” the President said as he brushed off his Armani suit. The Society Chairman said that they could always retract the honor if he returns to acting like a boob.
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Nancy Pelosi…come on down!! You are the next contestant on the Price is Fright. Whooop, whooop, whooop. Okay contestants, here we go. Johnny, what’s the next item up for bid?
Bob, the next item is….a package of 100 fresh new jobs!!!! These are not just any jobs. They are jobs for people with no skill whatsoever. From Slob Mart, your source for thumb-twiddling that keeps people busy…but not too busy. Nancy?
I’ll bid $100 billion.
Wow, Nancy, that’s about $ 1 million per worker. Remember this is just wheel-spinning type work, not brain surgery. Harry?
Yeah, that’s way too high for jobs that are basically make-work jobs. Come on, give me a break. I’ll say $78 billion.
Okay, now we’re getting serious. Joe….you’re next…
I’ll bid one dollar.
One dollar for 100 jobs?? Are you just plain nuts, are you smoking dope, are you a babbling nincompoo…..ooops, never mind. Okay, one dollar. Barack?
It’s not as simple as just bidding for jobs at some arbitrary price. It’s about the impact this type of job creation will do to the overall national economy. These 100 jobs will be a catalyst to spark job creation on a broad scale, across each and every industry, from autos to computer information systems, from high-end consulting to low-end toilet cleaning. And how do you measure the value of creating these jobs? You can’t ….
Barack, Barack….please, man. Just shut up. Shut your cake hole, and give me a freaking bid already.
$62 billion. There….you happy now? You dirty, good-for-nothing mother mrrrrr, mrrrrrr, mrrrrr, mrrrrr….
Thank you. Retail price….$62 billion!! Barack, you got the number precisely on the dot. How did you ever do that?
It’s easy, Bob. He’s the one who makes up the friggin’ numbers. He pulls the number out of thin air, and pooof, it’s a done deal. If he would have said $200 billion, the answer you would have shouted would have been $200 billion. Are you that naive?
Harry, it sounds like there is a little resentment building there in your craw. Am I right? A little jealousy going on between you and the big guy? Are you getting your little snoot in a wrinkle?
No, Bob. I don’t care if he always wins. I mean we’re all winners when we dump $62 billion to create jobs in the important “unskilled” element of the labor force…the guys who can’t walk and chew gum…the poor fellows who add zero value to our national productivity. We know that if the government doesn’t do it, no one will. Certainly the private sector won’t do its civic duty by offering these poor deadbeat souls a job. No, Bob, I’m happy and proud to be playing the game, and frankly can’t wait for the next item up for bid.
(Buzzzzzz). I’m sorry, but we’re out of time for today. But please join us tomorrow, when our contestants will be bidding on a research study to evaluate the consistency of hedgehog bowel movements. Until then, good night friends.
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Members of Congress were invited down to the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. Most members had thought that the purpose of the trip was to make a full assessment of the crisis, so they could report back to their constituents that solid action steps were underway to correct the problem. Turns out, that was half right.
The full truth was that they were going down to actually be part of the solution. A prestigious Bizarreville engineering firm, Shmedlock Partners LLC, came up with an ingenious soluton to stop the leaking oil. They determined that if they could harness a high volume of excessively hot air, channel it into the broken pipeline through a specially designed nozzle, they could boil the oil, turning it into a gas. Then with a separate pipeline under vacuum and a separator, they could extract the petroleum in gas-form, evaporate it on the ship, and load it onto an oil tanker.
The challenge, of course, was where to find a sufficient source of very hot air to make the process work. That’s when young engineer, Jimbo Milkfard, suggested using Congress. Principals in the engineering firm were surprised and excited about the brilliance in this young man’s elegant, simple solution to such a complex problem.
“The combination of the warm, humid ambient air and the high-volume of hot air coming out of legislator pie-holes is more than enough to boil the oil,” said Milkfard who had just completed the energy calculations. “We may have to keep them on the mother ship for a few weeks until the situation stabilizes…may have to keep them there indefinitely.”
Preliminary polls taken of public reaction show overwhelming support of this idea. “It’s a tradeoff,” said one anonymous citizen. “One one hand, you have a solution that will clearly protect the environment, saving millions of birds and fish, and protecting vulnerable sea shores from long-term devastation. On the other hand, we could have these blowhards stay in the Capital discovering and implementing new ways to waste our money. Hmmmm…tough choice.”
Some congress people have belly-ached about this not-quite-voluntary effort to actually do something about the crisis, saying that they have lots of paperwork and other work to do. The military has been brought in to help escort the feet-draggers down to the Gulf coast, and load them onto the boat. One freshman congressman argued that he hadn’t been in congress long enough to develop a strong source of hot air. But he was put on the boat anyway. “Every BTU helps,” said the boat captain.
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The Bizarreville government has just proclaimed that officially accredited journalists have carte blanche rights to stalk the victims of their stories. This ruling came on the heels of the flap over reporter/author Joe McGinniss moving into a house next to Sarah Palin in order to gather material to write an upcoming book, Sarah’s Alaskan Secrets.
“Journalists need to be able to research their stories,” said Phillip Smellburn, a government spokesman. “And there’s no better way that we’ve found than good old-fashioned stalking.” The spokesman pointed to new stalkological advances in binocular resolution, digital video compression, parabolic dish sound capturing, an discreet audio filtering that helps even relatively inexperienced stalkers stalk like crusty old pros. The captured information with new equipment is so much juicier than the dribs and drabs uncovered with the old equipment, and this ultimately makes for a more tangy story that people will actually want to read.
And this was a key reason for the ruling. Smellburn noted that fewer and fewer people are taking time to read news stories, investigative articles, or books for that matter. People say that it’s all too darn boring. Newspaper subscripations, magazine subscriptions, and book sales have correspondingly plummeted. By making stories full of scathing pieces, risque vignettes, and snippets of uncouth quotations that can be trimmed out of context, readers will flock to the stories, and help rebuild lost readership. “And keeping people’s reading skills high is good for Bizarreville.”
Critics have been outraged and appalled by this ruling as “unconscionable in any kind of civilized society”. But Smellburn is quick to point out that “things aren’t all that civilized anymore. What’s your point?”
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The White House just announced plans to change suppliers of their official hand-wringing towels. They claim that the current supplier has failed to deliver a consistent quality product that can hold up to the demands of their intense users.
A White House spokesman indicated that the previous towels provided by Waaah Waaah Inc literally turned into shreds during the current BP oil spill crisis. “They just were not up to the task,” the spokesman said. “We had a group of 10 of us in the Oval Office wimpering, crying, and wringing the snot out of those towels. 9 out of 10 basically disintegrated, turning into a mangled mess of sloppy thread. The 10th was used by a staffer who apparently dozed off during the meeting.”
Waaah Waaah has said that they never warrantied their product line for this enormous level of wringing that the towels recently were subjected to. They said that they would have normally expected the Chief Executive to stop crying, and start doing something at this stage of the crisis, as all his predecessors would have done by now. “This Chief has just thrown us for a loop,” said Frank Waaah, CEO of the company. “It appears we are in a new age of fret, that may require us to totally rethink how our product line is designed.”
The new supplier, Boohooski Wet Mops Inc., promised to deliver hand-wringers made out of heavy-duty denim with kevlar wire reinforcement. They say that their towels are strictly made for wringing, and caution the texture is much too rough for facial skin contact. They claim that they will guarantee the steady performance of their Max Wring Whinecloths for either the entire length of the BP oil spill crisis, or 2 years, whichever comes first.
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