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Author: Thoughts On The Dead (Page 40 of 1031)

A Quick Guide To Your Capitol Confederates

Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi–who is apparently the best we can do–is demanding the removal of 11 Confederate statues from the halls of the Capitol Building. If, like me, you’re just learning that there are Johnny Rebs in the august atria and concourses of America’s most beautiful building with a titty for a roof, then get up to speed on your traitors with this helpful guide.

JEFFERSON DAVIS Can’t have Confederate statues without Jeffy. That’s like a “Top Ten Classic Rock Songs” list without Stairway, man.

DAVIS JEFFERSON Often confused for Jefferson Davis, kinda like David Keith and Keith David.

BEAUREGARD BEAUREGARD BEAUREGARD III This minor Tennessee general was well known for his facial hair, and kicking black people. Even ones he didn’t own! And BBB didn’t extend his foot like he was punting, either. That fucker pointed his toe and aimed for the goolies.

AUGUSTUS SHUMPERT A respected Virginia colonel, Shumpert is credited with inventing the “rebel yell;” his ancestors have been locked in litigation with Billy Idol for years.

FOGHORN LEGHORN The cartoon chicken. No one knows how he got there, but Mitch McConnell will be damned if that proud rooster is coming down. “Over my dead, over my dead, over my dead…it ain’t gonna happen,” the Senator has been quoted as saying.

DIXIE RAY FOOTFALL As far as anyone can tell, Mr. Footfall was a tight end for LSU in the 70’s. No further information is available. Also, the face on the statue is clearly Lee Marvin.

HOLCOMB AMAGANSETT A landowner and Confederate financial supporter, the Major–he insisted upon being called that despite never serving in any military–despised blackness so much that he refused to blink. When asked why, he would shout “AH WON’T ABIDE TH’ DARKNESS!” and start swinging his cane around like a lunatic.

BOCEPHUS AND LUCAS DUKE Maybe these two shouldn’t come down. They never meant any harm, and they fucking hated cops (except Enos).

BURR MANILOW, JR. General Manilow led Alabama’s 3rd Division (The Lynchin’ 3rd!) to defeat at both the Battle of Possum’s Innards and the Battle of Pungent Shoals, then died with the remnants of his forces at the Battle of Scumbox Valley.

LESTER MADDOX The actual Lester fucking Maddox. Axe handle and all.

And now…you know your Capitol Confederates!

Overheard At Seattle’s Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone

“Folks and those who do not identify as folks, can I have your attention? Turn your brave and rebellious hearts towards me, please. Can I get a sparklefingers?”

MASS SPARKLEFINGER NOISE

“Groovy. There are those of you who are new to the Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone, and we have some old hands. I thought maybe I would speak about what’s going on, and what we’re all expecting of one another. This is a new experiment in living, and there are bound to be some bumps along the road.

“First of all, even though we have liberated the cop’s precinct building for the people, we need to stay out of the armory and evidence room. Everything in the armory is incredibly dangerous, and you just gotta understand that they’re gonna bust you for stealing heroin. There’s a shot this ends peacefully with a deal for all of us to plead to, like, trespassing or something, but if you get caught with a kilo of horse labeled EVIDENCE, you’re getting screwed.

“Going back to my point about the armory, I must ask the anarchists to stop hucking flashbang grenades into the farmer’s market. That’s not anarchy, that’s chaos. Not the same thing.

“I also need to ask the hypersyndicalists to stop trying to explain their political positions. You’re just giving everyone headaches.

“Let me bring everyone up to date on the plans for the precinct. We are, of course, planning on repurposing this hall of horrors into a playground for the people, and all ideas are being accepted. I can, however, tell you that it’s not gonna be a water park. We have neither the funds nor the engineering know-how necessary to turn a police HQ into a Roaring Rapids. Please stop filling up the Suggestion Box with that.

“Also, the Manifesto Committee has tentatively scheduled a possible agreement on the concepts (but NOT the language) of the preliminary draft (which is NOT the first draft) of an outline for our platform. So, that’s moving forward. Can I get a sparklefingers?”

MASS SPARKLEFINGER NOISE

“Righteous. Let’s just do a little housekeeping now. Oh, speaking of housekeeping: I’m gonna need the anarchists to stop taking doodies in the street. Again: that is not anarchic behavior. Anarchy is an entire belief system. ‘Fucking mad shit up’ is only a very small part of it. Do better, anarchists.

“There is a minor warlord situation developing on the west side.

“I’ve been getting reports of co-op members denouncing one another as counter-revolutionaries, and it’s waaaaaaay too soon for that. We’re at least a month from ideological purges. I’m also getting reports of people accusing each other of being werewolfs, and it’s never gonna be time for that. Just knock it off.

“The Negotiation Committee has reached out to the UN for official recognition. So far, the only country that has called back has been Russia. They actually called back immediately. Incredibly supportive!

“Finally, tonight’s movie is 1984’s sexy mermaid romp Splash. See a young Tom Hanks charm the tail off Daryl Hannah, aided by the sweetly hilarious John Candy. An overlooked classic of the 80’s, Splash has the romance adults crave and the kooky antics the kids demand. Take a dive into comedy with Splash! The showing has been moved to the east side due to the warlord thing. Can I get a sparklefingers?”

MASS SPARKLEFINGER NOISE

“Super-duper.”

Defund The Cops That Finally Busted Madam Marie

Wow, Nephew on the Dead. You went to Asbury Park?

“I haaaaaaaaaaate this.”

I thought you liked the beach?

“It’s too hooooooooooooottttttt.”

Yeah, we broke the sky. Sorry about that. Why don’t you go in the water?

“It’s too coooooooooooooooold.”

Uh-huh. It’s only June. The Atlantic doesn’t really warm up until August, and even then it’s barely luke. The first week in September, it can accurately be described as “almost uncold.” But it ain’t the Gulf of Mexico.

“I also stepped on something gushy. Plus, I’m in a diaper. Makes swimming very unpleasant.”

Still in that diaper, huh?

“Y’know how the country has lost interest in the coronavirus?”

Yeah.

“That’s the attitude the Guy and the Lady are taking towards my potty training. The project has been abandoned. So maybe the proper analogy would be the 2nd Avenue Subway.”

Maybe.

“Where am I, again?”

Asbury Park, New Jersey.

“Why?”

Fun.

“It’s roughly a billion degrees, Uncle. It feels like the sun is sitting on my face. Sometimes I sit on the Guy’s face, and this is what I imagine it feels like to him, but hotter.”

Why do you sit on your father’s face?

“Because he lets me. And because I truly have no idea what the hell I’m doing. Lotta reasons, man.”

Okay.

“There’s no plan whatsoever. I turn three next week. I’m ad libbing here!”

You have the Buddha nature.

“I want waffles and broccoli.”

You have ice cream.

“It displeases me. Take it from my sight.”

You’re getting cantankerous, young man.

“Ah, I’ve been screwed up lately. You know the place that’s not inside? The place with all the people and trucks?”

Outside.

“That. Dude, I LOVE outside! There’s so many things to look at, or try to put in my mouth. And, you know, I get born on a litter. The Guy and the Lady call it pushing the stroller, but they can’t fool me; I know what being born on a litter looks like.

It’s a fine way to travel.

“The best! But the past couple weeks, Uncle? Weird vibes out there. Like something was about to pop off. Y’know how the air kinda shifts before a biker hits a prostitute with a pool cue?”

No. And neither do you.

“It’s like that! There is a great tension, Uncle! And babies are like dogs: We can see other dimensions. Spirits and ghosts and whatnot. But they’re all beyond language, so we lose touch with them once we learn to speak. It’s the first great heartbreak.”

Don’t be weird.

“I can’t help it. It’s hooooooooooooooootttt.”

You’ll be home watching terrible, vaguely creepy, incredibly cheap-looking, computer-generated cartoons soon.

“Not soon enough. Hey, what is this place behind me? Nine or ten guys who look and dress exactly like the Guy have brought their kids here to take pictures since I sat down.

That’s Madam Marie’s fortune-telling shop. Bruce Springsteen put her in a song.

“Ah.”

You gonna be all right?

“I’m about ten minutes away from a conniption.”

Have fun.

Saint Of Pomp And Circumstance

Hey, Bobby. Chloe graduated, huh?

“Is this one Chloe?”

Yes.

“Then, uh: yeah. Real proud of her. Learned the Three R’s.”

Readin’, ‘ritin’, and ‘rithmetic?

“Ridin’, ropin’, and roustaboutin’. Don’t forget: she’s half-cowboy.”

Cowboy isn’t an ethnicity, Bobby.

“No, but it’ll tire ya out.”

I guess. What are you wearing?

“This is my graduation toppermost. Specially made. Got a pocket just for diplomas. And, of course, a separate pocket for Garcia’s stash.”

You gotta stop carrying that around.

“A Weir sees the job through.”

Sure. Tell Chloe “congratulations.”

“My family doesn’t like it when I talk about you. They find this whole universe a bit upsetting.”

Smart folks.

“Graduates!”

There ya go.

A Partial Transcript Of Today’s House Judicial Committee Hearing, 6/10/20

“All right, sha. Sha. Sheket bavaka sha! I call to order this hearing on racial profiling and police brutality in America.”

“Chairman Nadler, I object.”

“Why, Congressman Jordan?”

“The phrase ‘police brutality’ is so biased and wrong. I disagree with its connotative accusations.”

“What would you prefer?”

“How about ‘police oopsies?”

“I reclaim my time from the Congressman. The past weeks have seen protests of a size unrivaled by any other in our history. Millions have taken to the streets to demand an end not only to police abuses, but also of white supremacy itself. The spark that lit this flame was the murder of George Floyd, a Minneapolis resident, by a member of the Minneapolis Police Department whose name I will not repeat. We have with us today George Floyd’s brother, Philonise Floyd. Good morning, Mr Floyd.”

“Good morning, Chairman Nadler. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Did you notice the dashikis?”

“Yes, I noticed that you and the rest of the Democratic caucus were wearing dashikis. I surely did notice that.”

“Notes?”

“Not a one. There’s just so much coming at me right now. I can only concentrate on so much at a time. I’m just gonna pretend your little costumes don’t exist.”

“Do you think we should get hair picks?”

“What?”

“The ones with the fist on the handle.”

“Yeah, I understood the question. My confusion was over why the question was asked at all. You are prioritizing the wrong things here.”

“Thank you, Mr. Floyd. Your life matters.”

“Oh, God, that sounded awful.”

“The Chair recognizes the Ranking Member of the committee, Jim Jordan.

“Let the record show that I am in support of Chairman Nadler’s dashiki. I approve of all male skirtings. Kilts, dishdashas, towel wrapped around your waist: whatever. I’ve had it with pants, man! I need access to the fashion district. That’s what I call my privates. I don’t know why.”

“Did you have a question, Congressman?”

“Hey! Don’t get aggressive, Mr. Floyd! I’m a wrestler, man! Your brother’s neck was lucky it didn’t meet me!”

“Jesus.”

“Leave him out of it! Jesus supports the cops, everybody knows that. Speaking of the cops, why do you want to throw our decent, hardworking men and women in blue out windows?”

“What now?”

“This new thing you people are yelling about. Defenestrate the Police.”

“Defund.”

“Agree to disagree! I believe the slogan is ‘Defenestrate the Police’ and that’s what I’m gonna bray at the top of my lungs anytime anyone produces a microphone in my general location. Why didn’t your brother do more bridges?”

“What?”

“The exercise where you arch your butt up and balance on your feet and head. Strengthens the neck. Best defense against a chokehold. I think this goes to personal responsibility. We all have a duty to build up our muscles in case we’re ever attacked by a cop.”

“Maybe people shouldn’t be attacked by cops.”

“And maybe Johnny should be Jane! And maybe possums should push it, push it real good. And maybe the void sings sweeter than you can imagine. I got no time for maybe, Mr. Floyd. ‘Maybe’ don’t wipe my ass, man. ‘Maybe’ don’t wipe my ass at all.”

“I have no response to that.”

“I yield the rest of my time to Congressman Gaetz of Florida.”

“No!”

GAVEL NOISE!

“You can’t do that!”

“Yes, I can, Chairman Nadler. I slapped his hand. Matty’s time to rassle!”

“Tag team rules are not in effect, Congressman Jordan.”

“TAG TEAM RULES ARE ALWAYS IN EFFECT, MOTHERFUCKER! YOU’RE IN MY RING!”

“Settle down, settle down. The Chair will allow Mr Gaetz’s time if you stop yelling. Mr. Gaetz?”

“I would like to speak about black unemployment, and how it’s been decimated by Donald Trump. I would also like to speak about Donald Trump’s penis, but not in a gay way. I will discuss it admiringly. I don’t want to stroke President Trump’s penis; I want to salute it. Maybe it should replace the bald eagle. Mr. Floyd, do you think President Trump’s penis should replace the bald eagle as our national bird?”

“I once again have no response to the question. I do wish you would take this more seriously.”

“Mr. Floyd, no one is more serious about the President’s penis than me. The size is great. Great! But it’s the proportions that give it beauty. The girth-to-length ratio, that sort of thing. His penis doesn’t have a weakness, let’s just say that. Officer Chauvin could’ve knelt on President Trump’s penis for a lot longer than nine minutes, I’ll tell you that.”

“Holy shit.”

“And now for the purposes of shits-and-giggles, I tag out to my distinguished colleague from Texas, Louis Gohmert.”

“Hot diggity!”

GUNSHOTS SIGNIFYING HAPPINESS NOISE

“Yahoo! Welcome to Louie Land, ya pole-smokin’ sumsabitches, ya!”

GAVEL NOISE!

“No! Absolutely not! I said no tag teaming!”

“Look around, Jewboy! Ev’rythin’s burnin’ an’ shit! Purge rules is in effect! Chaos reigns, Jewchacho!

“Oh, fine, fine, whatever. The Chair recognizes the Member from Texas, Mr. Gohmert, and simultaneously apologizes to Mr. Floyd for the upcoming stupid. Congressman Gohmert?”

“I have gotten my head stuck in a grocery bag!”

INTERN HELPING LOUIE GOHMERT REMOVE A GROCERY BAG FROM HIS HEAD NOISE

“There you is! Mr. Floyd, you said your first name was Philonise?”

“Yes.”

“That ain’t gonna work for me. You sound like a flavored topping, delicious and spicy. That absurd name o’ yours is makin’ my mouth water. I want you on top o’ my diablo sandwich. I’ll spread you all over my lunch, boy.”

“Watch it with the ‘boy’ shit.”

“TAZE THAT BLACK!”

BLACK NOT BEING TAZED NOISE

“I would now like t’ accuse the Congressional Police o’ bein’ in league with antifa. That black raised his voice t’ me, and yet was not immediately chastised by the authorities. What’s the use o’ givin’ out badges if blacks can yell at you? Mr. Floyd, you one o’ them antifas?”

“No.”

“Unclefa?”

“Not a thing.”

“Antido?”

“Huh?”

“Antire?”

“What?”

“Antimi?”

“Oh, I see what you’re doing. The musical notes. I get it.”

“Then explain it to me, Mr. Floyd! Because I am confused my external stimuli of all sorts! I am simply too thickheaded to understand the events going on around me! I wanna put the grocery sack back on!”

LOUIS GOHMERT REPLACING A GROCERY SACK ON HIS HEAD NOISE

“Chairman Nadler, can we take a break?”

“Good idea, Mr. Floyd. We will take ten minutes. The Democratic members will come to my office where we will listen to Aretha Franklin records real loud so that the press can hear it.”

GAVEL NOISE

What Else Do 27% Of Americans Believe?

  • Bushes are baby trees.
  • Two plus two equals paprika.
  • Cigarettes improve athletic performance.
  • She wants to see your dick pic.
  • That celebrity version of Imagine was helpful and entertaining.
  • George Floyd’s best album was Animals.
  • The best way to clean your floor is to jam a mop up your ass and scoot about.
  • The lion is the king of the jungle. (Lions don’t live anywhere fucking near jungles. Tigers live in jungles.)
  • That whole coronavirus thing is over.
  • Eric Clapton can really play the blues, man.
  • Birds are not independent creatures, but merely manifestations of the Living Sky.
  • God is one of us, just a slob like one us, just a stranger on the bus trying to make His way home.

PS: If you’re stymied about how 27% of Americans can find such a clearly ungodly wretch to be “a man of faith,” then educate yourself on the Keyes Constant. 

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