In the late eighties, I was living in Milwaukee when GG Allin came to town. The notorious punk rocker was famous for his onstage acts of self-inflicted injury, defecation and coprophilia. I didn’t go to the concert, but I was told that at some point in the performance the crowd began chanting, “Poop on stage! Poop on stage!” at the laxative and heroin abuser musician. My friend Bob and I, being juvenile, laughed ourselves half to death at this report, and indeed Allin was ahead of his time in combining cutting edge performance art with his stage act. Obviously, one had to produce proof that one was 18 before being allowed to enter any venue where Allin was playing, and if people want to pay to watch somebody defecate on stage, who was I to object?
Still, it’s funny for me to have to state that GG Allin, who died of an overdose in 1993, was far less sociopathic than the dude who dropped his pants and crapped on a burning flag during a peace march in Portland, OR, in full view of parents and children who most definitely did NOT pay for nor appreciate the privilege, although there were plenty of people who cheered, according to reports. Malkin wrote a bit about this yesterday, and as one of the people who also objected to Coulter’s “faggot” reference certainly shows a certain consistency. Although I did not strenuously object to Coulter, preferring to criticize what she said with respect to the venue than per se, I certainly will denounce this act for the disgusting and perverted demonstration of inarticulate and soul-less vulgarity that it was. I hope this guy’s arrested and thrown in jail, preferably somewhere people can come watch him crap, if they like.
Because, you know, everyone has his limits. At the risk of offending cannibals, eating people is wrong. Some will argue that this is the apotheosis of protected leftist political speech, a kind of transcendental Tar Baby, if you will. Those who do not, and I suspect there are some, will undoubtedly demonstrate the same outrage that they did towards Coulter–which was seconded by much of the dextrosphere–when in the name of decency they pillory this asswipe.
Meanwhile, as Caroline Glick points out, speaking the evident truth is being criminalized in parts of the West, even as your child’s kindergarten teacher is parking her car where everyone can see her BUllSHit bumpersticker. Poop is not the ANSWER.
Tenuously Related:
In a heated exchange in the Senate, Harry Reid asserted Congress’ right to oversee any medical decisions regarding Tony Snow, who will undergo abdominal surgery on Monday, claiming that the framers of the Constitution had limited the Executive Branch’s power to make such decisions “specifically to address situations such as this.” He urged his senatorial colleagues to subpoena Snow’s doctor and his colon. Some liberal activists questioned the timing, saying that Karl Rove had specifically designed the crisis to “siphon sympathy away” from John and Elizabeth Edwards.
Rigorously Related
Swen Swenson’s thoughts on asswipes here.
There is something deeply touching about a couple who will sacrifice personal hygeine on the altar of carbon neutrality but who still have a lady come in to clean up after them.
I am moved.
No, poop is the question. Al Gore has the answer.
(Okay, tell it once & you’re a wit, tell it twice & you’re a half-wit, but far be it from me to pass up a little link whorin’.)
Ps. Jeez, does furriskey read minds, or what!
Dang, Swen—talk about a loaded comment. Heh.
Ahh! I see, it was the Malkin link.
I noticed that those fine carbon-neutral folks aren’t washing their cloths by beating them on a rock and I rather suspect that they didn’t go through a New York winter with no heat. Water? Nope, they’re not carrying it from the nearest stream in a bucket. I bet they didn’t put up an outhouse out back either. And they brush their teeth with baking soda which comes from a [gasp] mine. So earth faux friendly! So faux serious! They better hope global warming is a faux problem because all they’ve got is a faux solution. Somebody ought to shake their hand.. but it won’t be me.
Ps. Thanks for the link Dan, we usually dance better than that.
I thought the same thing. I wonder if she scrubs their asses for them?
Oh ROTFLOL
gross…
You can’t eat people, and, in Brazil, you can’t even kill you husband, chop him up into bits, and fry him in a skillet. But crapping on the flag, why, that’s just a valid exercise of his right to free speech!
You said “t** b***”!
Macadamist!
Does Al own any stock in Coca Cola or Pepsi? Does Al drink any of these beverages? It might become a little inconvient, their products release CO2. It’s in the name carbonated beverage.
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That G.G. show was probably on February 28, 1989, at the Odd Rock Cafe. I have the tape. They didn’t say “poop.”
But he did. Poop. And get arrested.
But he almost always pooped. And they always chanted for it. So it might not be the same show.
Anyway, it took him about a week to scare up bail money. The band left him in the pokey and went home. Dude never caught a break.
Just crabs. All the crabs.