Archive for the ‘Life in Bizarreville’ Category
August 5th, 2013 Posted 12:35 am
Attention Bizarreville nation……
Our new book has now been published…Bizarreville Campfire Stories. This is a new book of 36 fun little stories, chock full of whimsy, hyjinx, and satire, with a splash of irreverent humor thrown in for good measure. Here is just a quick sample of the stories:
Grabbing Karl is a story about a neo-socialist movement leader who travels back in time to grab Karl Marx and bring him to the 21st century to help launch his new movement. Karl has interesting takes on social development over the past 150 years.
Nowhere is about a little town in need of federal funding to rebuild a bridge which is ready for collapse, poking a little fun at the dynamics between town leaders and their legislator who is not too keen on the idea of yet another bridge to nowhere.
Diary of a Recovering Tax-and-Spendaholic traces the writings of a poor legislator afflicted by this debilitating disease, as he desperately tries to figure out how to get his problem under control.
The Freeload Tree is the enchanting story of an amazing tree whose leaves perfectly resemble a 20-dollar bill, and takes us through the humorous outcomes as more and more of the public becomes aware of it.
The Unlevel Playing Field is the tale of a college football programs with a poor winning history coming up with a creative solution to improve their home field advantage.
The End of Customer Service is the story of the last company in the country that offered real customer service before introducing a brand new marketing strategy that revolutionized the industry in a different sort of way.
War Inc is an interesting business success story, as a young startup company tries to convince country after country to outsource their war business to seasoned pros, but then gets unexpectedly ambushed by a war discounter.
Revenge of Ponzi is the tale of Fred Ponzi who is fed up with people making jokes about his name, and decides to turn the tables.
There are 28 more amazing, bizarre, zany stories like these. Great gift idea. Get a jump on holiday shopping. You can order Bizarreville Campfire Stories today at Amazon…for a couple weeks, Amazon is offering an introductory discount on the book, so act now. You will love it. We will put a link to Amazon on our website soon, but for now, just go on Amazon and put the book title in the search block.
December 2nd, 2012 Posted 1:30 am
When the President instructed all citizens to jump off the Fiscal Cliff, Johnnie was reluctant. He had been a staunch supporter of the Chief Exec, even voted for him in the November election. He particularly liked the way the President said he was going to go after those nasty rich guys who had good jobs but were not paying their fair share of taxes. Johnnie knew that those guys were going to have to jump off an even bigger, steeper cliff. And, well, it served them right for being so damn greedy. But as Johnnie approached the precipice, he began to wonder…began to question this brand of leadership: trust me, I’ve got your back. Johnnie looked around and did not see anyone with a life line that would take care of his back, his front, or any other body part for that matter.
Johnnie had been watching the TV news. His favorite station, Channel 7 Marxwitness News, had interviewed a left-leaning senator who confidently explained that it was not really a fiscal “cliff”, more of a fiscal playground slide. “Well then why do they call it a cliff, if it’s only a slide” he thought. “And why, when I look down this fall-off does it look like I will need an EMT squad when I hit bottom?”
He inched forward, loosening a few pebbles that tumbled down the cliff…bouncing along on the jagged rocks until they finally launched themselves for uninterrupted treks to the bottom. Is that how he would tumble…carom off a few rocks, causing some minor bruises and lacerations before being pushed away from the rocky surface for the bullet train to the bottom? Or would he snowball down the cliff, painfully tumbling round and round like some Hanna Barbera cartoon character?
Johnnie backed away for a minute. He began to wonder why it was necessary that he jump off the cliff. After all, he had done nothing wrong, nothing unscrupulous. Well, there was that one time that he padded his expense account on that training trip…but he would gladly refund the $3.50 now to avoid this calamity. His neighbor Fred was a lot more unscrupulous. Fred even lied on his resume about that time he got canned…said it was his own decision to leave the company. Baaah, he was drop-kicked like a worn-out rugby ball. He ought to be jumping off the cliffs of Dover.
Then he remembered the President’s speech last week, explaining how jumping was everyone’s patriotic duty. Johnnie, if nothing else, was certainly a patriot. He knew he could never go back into town and have everyone accuse him of being an unpatriotic piece of chicken crap. It would be a life of shame, hiding from ridicule and finger-pointing of fellow citizens…turning away from the whispers and head shakes from friends who thought they knew him better…being uninvited to Thanksgiving football watching by embarrassed family members. Being called a Jumpless Wonder. No, that would never do.
Johnnie looked down the face of the cliff one more time. Hey, he thought… he might just get a little banged-up, but come out surviving. He could buy himself a tee-shirt proudly saying “I survived the Fiscal Cliff jump”. He could wear that shirt to Thanksgiving Day football next year.
He gulped hard, inched a little bit forward…a little more…a teensy bit more. Then the alarm went off.
June 6th, 2012 Posted 12:14 am
The Presidential Insurance Company is offering a brand new policy to its clients and prospective customers, called the Universal No Fault Insurance Policy. They expect hundreds of thousands of customers will sign up for this new creative offering, which they plan to offer at highly discounted rates for a limited time.
The policy will offer No Fault protection for any of the policyholder’s screwups, negligence, acts of willful omission, or knuckleheaded blunders…no matter who is truly to blame for the problem. Even if the holder messes up really bad, Presidential will make him/her whole, either with monetary payouts or valid certificates of blamelessness. Most compensation instruments will be of this latter form: a signed, stamped, and notarized “Get Out of Blame” sheepskin which the holder can frame on a wall or keep secure with important papers in a lock box. Presidential says that it can fax or FedEx the Blameless documents within 12 to 24 hours, but can also offer a bonefide certified Blameless text message immediately if the holder secures a Smartphone App.
For a slight additional cost, the policy holder can designate a universal blamee, who would then be the recipient of all blame, no matter whether he/she was involved or even knowledgable of any of the blaming event elements. Some school children have asked if they could specify the Dog as a universal blamee for things like homework failures, food disappearances, or spots on the rug…the Insurance company has responded: most definitely, yes. The universal blamee option gives the holder a solid blamement alternative which in many cases may work better than the generic No Blame Whatsoever option, which can often leave the Accuser unsatisfied.
How does it all work? Every event is entered into the Presidential computer, and a sophisticated algorithm connects the event with the univeral blamee, and designates an appropriately chosen cause/excuse. It sounds difficult, but the program has been refined with artificial stupidity to make it function perfectly every time. In the dog example, the computer software is loaded with a variety of doggie bodily functions to make the problematic event sound correct. And remember, each excuse if professionally certified and authorized.
Presidential encourages customers to order quickly to receive the discounted rate. Website readers can get an additional 10% discount by typing “Blame Bush” in the upper right corner box. Order now.
Disclaimer: All stories in Bizarreville are fiction, as if you didn’t already know that.
December 3rd, 2011 Posted 6:38 pm
As we get ready for the 2012 ELECTION season, we will be hearing volumes of rhetoric criticizing opponents and promising undeliverable ideas. As you become overwhelmed with this nonsense, you may find that you have a thirst for fine POLITICAL SATIRE to help balance things out. And there is no better antidote than TALES OF OBAMALAND. Click on a link in the sidebar and have some fun –> Give it to a buddy as a gift.
November 16th, 2011 Posted 2:05 am
Forget the alarm clock signalling you to climb out of your warm sack to go to ShlumpMart to buy something you really didn’t think you wanted. No, no. Buy something you really always wanted…TALES OF OBAMALAND. Get in the election year spirit, with a little sarcasm and satire. Buy your copy today…it’s waiting for you —->
October 29th, 2011 Posted 12:51 pm
If you are enjoying these Obamanomics Lessons, please consider buying our book, TALES OF OBAMALAND, chock full of little stories and fables from a Land not so far away. Just click on one of the e-retailer links in the right column—> and support the Bizarreville nation. Great Christmas gift for someone who could use to lighten up a bit when it comes to political discourse, and put things into perspective. It’s a much better gift than a polka-dot tie, fruit cake, or toe ring.
September 18th, 2011 Posted 1:34 pm
Bizarreville will feature a series of economic lessons which will attempt to illustrate the principles of Obamanomics in order to better educate the public on how these elements will stir the economy to fast, sustainable growth for the short term and long term. The first lesson is the Trickle-up theory.
First, we must debunk the preposterous trickle-down theory. This flawed theory believed that tax benefits given to the high-end of the paying spectrum would incent these business leaders to invest the windfalls into expanding their businesses, creating more economic growth, new jobs, new research and development into product and service improvements. Of course, as anyone can see, the truth is that the rich guys just squander the wealth on larger neo-xanadu’s, barns full of classic Oldsmobiles, ridiculous amounts of philanthropy that generate no wealth, 48-dollar aged steak entrees at their exclusive snooty clubs, and vacations at Bertha’s Vineyard.
A better theory is the Trickle-up theory. This idea starts with giving big tax breaks to people who pay no tax. Unquestionably, these dollars will immediately go into consumer spending for twinkies, bar tabs, Lotto tickets, premium brand cigarettes, Natty Lights, grazings at the golden corral troughs, and jaunts to ripoff casino boats…the foundations of sustainable economic growth. But, more importantly, these immediate actions will then have ripple effects that will generate even higher economic activity:
- Increases in junk food consumption will generate rises in obesity, spurring escalated activity in weight-loss plans, and new clothing purchases as the old XL sizes no longer fit and must be replaced with 3XL. Stretch pants that have gone beyond stretch limits will need to be discarded and upsized.
- Associated increases in medical treatment spending as heart disease, lung cancer, and diabetes rise. Pharmaceutical R&D spending will increase to find new cures for new epidemic-level ills and new surefire weight loss pills.
- Job growth, as the need for new cops rises to handle increasing drug trade, and WalMart fights between customers for that last flowery size 22 blouse or chintzy video game.
- Weapons and ammunition sales increases as people want additional personal protection from drug thugs and parking place stealers.
- Expanded garage sales, to redeploy newly outgrown clothing.
- Exciting upgrades to trailer homes, by purchase of new curtains, indoor/outdoor carpeting for living rooms, and cheesy landscape artwork for their simulated paneling walls…the latter spawning a new generation of low-end artists who previously had struggled getting real jobs due to lack of motivation and/or lack of desire to wake up early in the morning.
The new flurry of economic activity will prompt creation of new, innovative discount store concepts. These new retailers will find new ways to merchandise bargain basement goods to a group seeking the ultimate discount on flimsy stuff they didn’t even know they needed. Some discount chains may conceivably even add check-out cashiers to ease the mile-long check-out lines…although this is considered by many analysts to be wishful thinking.
The trickle-up theory is a more practical concept in that assumptions do not need to be made in terms of how the recipients will act on their new benefits. The tricklers will spend them immediately, as their past practice has proven…no ifs, ands, maybes, or wait and sees. Historical data has proven this behavior to be true: that there will be no stash-aways into some future college fund, or rainy-day fund. It will be spent, and spent quickly…and begin the leveraging effect of widespread economic activity that will produce jobs. The trickle-up theory is one that more and more wise people are glomming onto, and represents a foundation of new progressive thought.
Disclaimer: all stories in Bizarreville are fiction, including economic lessons.
June 25th, 2011 Posted 10:08 pm
The Bizarreville Congress just announced passage of a new law that will require all cigarette makers to put photos of dead guys on their packs. Security was beefed-up during the press conference, expecting angry protests and disorderly behavior from various smoking advocate groups.
Quite the contrary. Smoking advocates applauded the move, stating that it was the first time in recent memory that the government has done anything to help the ailing cigarette industry.
Turns out, the government will subsidize the artwork development, printing setups, and packaging modifications to adopt the Dead Guy specifications. Each tobacco company will be able to choose its favored Dead guy art…among hundreds of funny-looking cartoons, caricatures of dead movie stars with superimposed cigarettes, and photos of various disfigured and toothless dead people pretending to be puffing away in the afterlife.
“I think it’s a hoot,” laughed one industry spokesman. “I think this could be one of the best publicity enhancers we’ve seen in decades. Did you see the Elvis artwork? Man…I crack up every time I think about it.”
The industry spokesman was questioned whether he thought that young people would be dissuaded from smoking because of the graphic images of dead smokers.
“Are you s#!**ing me? Kids are gonna snap these packs up like they were Slurpees at the 7-11. Probably have that Elvis pack on back order from Day one. Listen, Elmer, kids know that cigarettes are bad for you. Duhhhh. They know that swilling a 12-pack of beer, having pre-marital unprotected sex, driving 50 in a 30 zone, wolfing down triple cheeseburgers with extra-greasy fries are bad for you, too. Double-duhhhh. But let me tell you one thing…they’re gonna love these new cigarette packs (ha ha, ha). What a riot!”
The spokesman was then asked how his company plans to change their production schedule. “Called the plant this morning, and told them to crank it up 30 percent. Just hope we can keep up.”
Disclaimer: all stories in Bizarreville are, of course, fictional.
June 18th, 2011 Posted 1:33 pm
After Northern Bizarreville government workers were forced to have to pay 5 bucks a month toward their Health Care costs, a backlash emerged in the Unionistas. One of their leaders, former Labor secretary Rodberd Reich, was particularly miffed, and called a quick press conference. Reich, who teaches “Marxism, Communism, and other Liberal Whackisms” at Bizarreville College for the Low SAT Scorers (BCLSS), appeared desheveled as the organizers had forgotten to bring a stool for him to stand on, so he could get his head above the podium. A heckler in the audience made a slurring remark about shipping all midgets to Funkwater Island, and was quickly whisked away by security guards. Several other Anti-Midgites who had created a disparaging puppet show in the rear of the audience, were also asked to leave, when laughter began to get disruptive to the business at hand.
“Friends and comrades,” Reich began, “It is time for us to climb out of our Strato-loungers, put the beer back in the fridge, and start organizing again. This little insulting incident up north is just the tip of the iceberg…that, incidently, is melting fast due to global warming. It’s 5 bucks now, but soon it will be 6, 7, 8…how high might it go? 10? 11? It could happen. And all the work that you have done…your fathers and grandfathers have done…to suck the life out of corporations and big government agencies, will be spinning down the commode and into that billion dollar 8-stage, environmentally-friendly sewage treatment plant that produces water of better quality than Perrier. Trust me, I’ve drank both. It’s true.”
“Organize now, before it’s too late. Next thing you know, they’ll eliminate free parking at employee parking lots, install pay urinals, and replace the Coke products in your vending machines with generic brand colas, taste-free oranges, and Fizzies…”
At this point, one of the legs of his stool broke. He uttered a few curse words, aimed at tall people in general. That little rampage seemed to shock audience members, most of whom were non-midgets. A chorus of boo’s rang out, and a few tomatoes were hurled toward Reich, all missing the Secretary, but one smacking into the podium microphone, causing it to go into a piercing feedback screech. The infuriorated Reich hustled off stage, flipping the double bird to the now hostile audience.
“You F*#%heads better wise up and get with the bloody f*#%ing program, before it’s too f*#%ing late. Big Brother has got your number, and is gonna stick it up your tall person a$$#oles,” he shouted while dodging additional tomato mortar-fire.
Disclaimer: all stories in Bizarreville are fiction. But you already knew that.
December 16th, 2010 Posted 10:35 pm
Make it a funny Christmas. Buy a friend (or adversary) a copy of Tales of Obamaland to jam into his/her Christmas stocking. Tis the season to lighten up.
Click on one of the e-retailers on the right ->
December 3rd, 2010 Posted 3:02 am
Slam Futon, the freshman quarterback for Bizarreville University’s football team, continues to be under tight scrutiny by media and the BCAA. Allegations that his father tried to shop him around to different college football programs appears now to be true. Slam maintains he knew nothing about the alleged dealmaking.
A Shlumpville University spokesman, whose program made the allegations, said that an agent for the elder Mr. Futon wanted $160 thousand for his son to play there. When Shlumpville turned him down, he trolled elsewhere. He alleges that he next went to Bizarreville U, where a University official said, “No way are we going to pay that. Slam Futon sucks. He’s barely worth a hill of beans.” Mr. Futon apparently then said, “Okay, I’ll take the beans.” The University laughed, and said they were just kidding, and supposedly sent him packing.
But 2 weeks ago, a Shlumpville alumnus reported seeing a Campbell’s Pork & Beans tanker truck parked in the Futon driveway, with a 10-inch flexible hose routed into a basement window. The tanker truck, he insisted had a Bizarreville flag draped from the antenna. He failed to take a photgraph of the truck, but insists that he heard it emptying some sort of liquid substance convulsing into the home. Attempts to contact Campbell’s to corroborate the delivery story were met with a snickering, slightly obscenity-laced “No comment” response.
Shlumpville is continuing to push for a thorough investigation, even though Slam Futon has proven to be one of the most pathetic quarterbacks in college history. With zero wins, zero touchdowns, 33 interceptions, and 19 personal fumbles, he has yet to show any spark of talent. He was also reprimanded by the League for mooning an official when he disagreed with a False Start penalty after his fanny pack fell off during a 4th and 20 play.
Meanwhile, neighbors have been complaining about odors and noise blasts emanating from the Futon household.
Disclaimer: all stories in Bizarreville are fiction, even the ones that seem to ring true.
September 22nd, 2010 Posted 12:39 am
Harry “Silver tongue” Reid managed to trip over his yonk this week when he referred to fellow Senator Kirsten Gillibrand as the “hottest person in the Senate”. Later, he clarified the statement, and apologized to anyone who misconstrued his intent. He said that he meant “hot” in terms of someone who is full of action and energy at dreaming up new creative laws, finding new ways to get votes, and pushing through legislation using time-honored techniques. He went on to explain in no way he meant anything sexual by the comment.
“She does not even appeal to me in any way. I mean, other Senators…women and men…are more attractive to me personally. But they can’t vote like she can.”
At the news conference, one reporter said, “Senator, excuse me, but with all due respect, you’re just plain lying, sir. You are a lying a$$#*le who has lied his entire life, lied to friends, lied to family, and lied to voters to gain favors.”
Reid responded to the reporter by telling him he was a liar. He said that he had read many of his articles, and they were all “chock full of lies, mistruths, and obnoxious exaggerations.” When asked by the reporter to name one example, Reid replied that it would be “far easier to cite examples of times when you told the truth. But, frankly my friend, I haven’t come across any yet.”
That seemed to shut up the reporter. Meanwhile, Reid turned to another reporter who asked who he was favoring to win the national championship in college football. “My money is on UNLV,” he replied. When challenged by the reporter that the team was unlikely to reach the championship game, given their pathetic 0-3 start, Reid replied, “You’re a liar, too. Next question?”
Disclaimer: all stories in Bizarreville are fiction, even the ones you would swear are real.