If anyone is still reading this trainwreck, please note that I’ll be posting very lightly over the next couple of days. Tomorrow morning I travel south for a court date arising from my unfortunate run-ins with a certain former “you-knee-verse-it-tee” teacher (or, if you prefer, “non-tenured pee-ache-dee!”), so today I have to pore over old screen shots and the like. I’ll be gone the entire day tomorrow.
So, if some of you with access wish to take up the slack, please feel free. Otherwise, we can simply regard the blank space with ironic detachment—which, now that I think about it, might not be such a bad plan.
If I can figure out a way to frame it and get it into a Soho gallery, I can probably make a mint. I’ll call it “Totalitarianism’s Lament”—you know, play to those wealthy postmodern art aficionados who like to rake their eyes over urine-dunked crucifixes and dung paintings while simultaneously decrying the fascism of a Christian Conservative Nation that keeps them, well, decrying fascism in wine-drenched chat circles at Soho galleries (where, not coincidentally, my piece should bring in a boatload of hipster ka-ching!).
Of course, I’d have to change my name. But it might be kinda cool going around calling myself “Trout Fishing in America, Shorty.”
Just spitballing here, though.
Good luck, Jeff; you deserve a lot better than you’ve been getting.
(Say: Does a trainwreck need a conductor?…)
I hope all goes well.
What a pain. And the expense. Best of luck!
Give ‘em hell.
Which reminds me:
WAR CZAR??! What the fuck is a war czar, George? Are you NUTS??!
Ok, I’m done. Carry on.
Sorry about the spittle.
every journey needs a journal
or something
I certainly lament the passing of the time-honored tradition of settling disagreements via the DUEL. If we can’t go back to good old-fashioned fatal shootings/stabbings, can’t we at least get Jeff and Phucking Douchebag (PhD) in the Octagon? I know who my money’d be on, and the PPV would generate more hipster revenue than any pretentious art gallery circuit wine-and-cheese.
Good luck!
I’d be tempted to go down to the courthouse to watch the implosion, but I’d have to bring the kiddos along, and I don’t want her to have the opportunity to latch on to any other youngsters – the world is a dangerous enough place for them already.
My kids are so cute that no one within 500 feet can resist them, anyway :D
Good luck, Jeff!
TW: number94. Actually, I’d recommend a Number 6! Go a-ridin’ into town..
Go in guns ablazing Jeff!! Give her hell….
Go get ‘em, Jeff.
Here, karmic punishment does apply. Imagine you know who in a room with a gang of Muslim prison converts….
It is truly unfortunate that you and your family have to deal with this. Best of luck !
….a whoopin’ and a hollerin’…..
Don’t you think this is a bit dangerous, Jeff? You do remember that I have access, right?
I feel you pain, Jeff. Lunatic women and courts are no way to be spending your time.
The truly ironic thing, in a detached sort of way, is that Jeff’s spitballs are smarter than most leftists.
Which is why I come here.
Well, that and the pie.
Wear a suit, Jeff. And a tie.
Patriarchist bastard.
Best of luck Jeff.
Good Luck Jeff.
I’d go with “The Progressive’s Lament” myself.
The Soho crowd doesn’t think of itself as a bunch of left-over totalitarians. They’ll think you’re talking about someone else. You have to hit them where they live.
Well, Phinn, the blankness of the pixelated canvas, titled Totalitarian’s Lament, suggests that totalitarianism, ironically, has no lament—and is instead perfectly at home in the modern day KRISTIANIST AMERIKKKA under Bush and the Dark Lord Rove.
It’s precisely the kind of thing they’d have to explain. Which is why they’d dig it, I think.
But hush. We’re giving too much away…
Good luck and don’t let the bastards get you down.
Best of luck.
Kick some pee-ache-dee ass Seabass!
For act 2 you can suspend “Totalitarian’s Lament” in a vast right wing container of urine. Call it “Piss Totalitarian’s Lament”. Using neocon urine will mean no leftist can ever duplicate your artistic vision. I bid $25,000 sight unseen.
Good luck at the courthouse. I hope you have one of those smart, tough, vicious lawyers.
And pants, for godsakes.
Seriously, good luck and bring home a scalp around which we savages can whoop and dance.
Hmmm. Suit. Tie. Pants.
I think we may be onto something here.
Dare I add a suggestion: shoes?
Or is that over the top?
I can never tell.
Good luck Jeff.
Did someone mention pie?
I’ll take 20 to 1 she’ll be outside the courthouse dressed up as a mime wearing big red shoes handing out black balloons.
Call it a hunch.
Best of luck, Jeff! Make sure to wear leather and eat a steak beforehand – you know, to help you fully immerse into your hypermasculine role.
Stay hard man , you’re in the right .
post lightly, for you post upon my dreams..
“Compelling state interest” theory is a method the judiciary uses to ignore the constitution. Whenever I hear those words, I know the debate is over and the coercion will continute or begin.
Word on the street is that pee-ach-dee decided to skip her court date, today.
TW:
It is common64 knowledge that this behavior results in summary judgement!
Seems apropos.
Kirk
Jeff:
Hope the court proceedings went well (or at least as well as these things ever do).