31 October 2003


Friday October 31, 2003 Gregorian
Saturday 6 Blotmath, 2003 Hobbit

Words fail me. There is so much deceit and corpo-weaseling at all levels of business and government it is utterly impossible to comprehend. While we haven’t made it to the worlds seen in movies like Brazil, Blade Runner, and Brave New World (don’t practice your alliteration on me!) (sorry!), all of a sudden they seem to be a lot closer to the reality being spun by the BFEE* and the Conservative Elite Media Whores. It has finally come down to regarding the entirety of the media as either conforming to the muckraking journalistic standards from the turn of the last century, being coerced to spin the party line (or follow the Memo), or being ridiculed or silenced as effectively as possible.

Plus, of course, it’s the First Unofficial Donald Luskin is a Psychotic Repugnicant Stalker Troll Day, and we’re celebrating it here at the Funny Farm. Hey, any excuse for a party, right? That’s what the GropenFuhrer Yungen would be saying if that were, oh, I don’t know, Paul Krugman’s name, instead of Luskin's, perhaps?

But, I digress. Hmmm. I guess words aren’t quite failing me yet. But my words will not be seen here for a while. Until then...

[... Bill runs down a path on the slope of a hill, towards a gate in a stone wall. The path goes up to the gate, and we see Bill race up to the gate, which swings open before Bill can get to it. Bill runs through the gate.

Cut to a camera in an outdoor patio, with a bar set up in the corner. The desk is under a canopy in the back of the patio, as Bill moves into shot and sits down at the desk. He picks up a piece of paper on the desk, and announces to the camera (talking very fast)...]

This is the Ghost of Bill Sprint with the Top Ten Reasons the Funny Farm is Going on Hiatus:

Number Ten - Donald Luskin is a (let’s all say it together) Psychotic Repugnicant Stalker Troll;

Number Nine – I haven’t been able to play Civilization for almost two months now, and Atlantis could sink into the sea at any moment!

Number Eight – there’s about fifty-leven gazillion good blogs in Michigan already;

Number Seven – The pill-popping dope fiend Rush Limbaugh, who made mega millions while feeding his drug habit, is in rehab - and Tommy Chong, who made millions as an entrepreneur filling a consumer need, is in jail for selling drug paraphernalia. And a lot of people seem to have no problem with that;

Number Six – Halloween marks the start of my last holiday season of the year, my birthday is coming up in a few weeks, and I need to prepare for the festivities;

Number Five – Drinky McDumbAss and the GropenFuhrer get together to discuss Repugnicant strategery, and all of a sudden Calley-Fornia bursts into flames. Next time, guys, do the demonic summoning properly!

Number Four – My work activities are demanding waaay too much of my time, and something’s gotta give;

Number Three – I want to focus on writing some longer things for Open Source Politics;

Number Two – That Damn Irony Meter seems to have started ringing again;

And the Number One Reason the Funny Farm is Going on Hiatus – When Parody and Satire are the chief products of the United States Government, it’s time to rethink your priorities.

This has been the Ghost of Bill Sprint with the Top Ten Reasons the Funny Farm is Going on Hiatus.

[... Bill gets up from desk, then runs into the building. He runs out through the front door. Cut to a camera on the front of the building, pointed down the street, which runs down to the docks, where a cruise ship is waiting. You see Bill at the top of the shot, running down the street towards the cruise ship. You hear the cruise ship sound its’ horn, than watch Bill run up gangplank and into the cruise ship, just before it leaves port.
Cut to camera shot of Bill lounging in a deck chair watching the ship leave port.]

* - BFEE = Bush Family Evil Empire.