Showing posts with label wal-mart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wal-mart. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

If It Bleeds, It Leads

When Jesus comes back, he is going to be mobbed by paparazzi. Unless, of course, L.C. and Heidi are spotted shopping together on Rodeo Drive at the same time the Messiah returns to raise the dead, judge the world, abolish evil, and rule in righteousness for eternity with an iron scepter. In which case, it will be quite a laborious task for society to determine which event is more consequential.

This is how I foresee the news of the Second Coming being delivered exclusively by TMZ.com:

Main Headline: Amy Winehouse Hospitalized After Smoking Poison Sumac.
Subheader: Christ Returns, Mistaken for Chris Robinson of the Black Crowes.

This is assuming that Angelina Jolie did not recently give birth to the Prodigal Son, which is an exceptionally distinct possibility considering the media fare her latest additions to her multicultural menagerie have received.

Blessed art thou whom are able to transcend greed and the cravings of immediate satisfaction. May Mother Angie watch over we victims of first-world consumerism and protect us against a culture that deifies quasi-celebrities with no discernable talent. The meek are still waiting to inherit the earth from such physically and financially beautiful luminaries and, until that day comes, they shall transmogrify their psychologically oppressive environment into the Church of Jolie-Pitt.

Society is an association of institutions held together by a set of artificial values. Your prestige in society is measured by the degree to which you choose to conform to its values. Deviation is met with indignation. Consider the values of your society. Deviation is essential.

Friday, July 11, 2008

In Search of the Lowest Common Denominator

The following is a transcription of a telephone conversation between my main squeeze and I:

Tracey: Hello. [aggravated tone]

Jack: Hey, Trace. What’cha doing, babe?

Tracey: I’m in Wal-Mart running errands. I swear, the people who work and shop here just came from either a rodeo or a crack house. I need to take a bath.

Jack: What are you doing shopping at Wal-Mart anyway? They’re a huge contributor to the trade deficit with China. That place is the Fourth Reich—

Tracey: Ow!

Jack: What? What happened?

Tracey: Ugggh. Nothing!

Jack: Babe, what the fuck happened? What’s going on?

Tracey: Some [lowers voice] big fat bitch [raises voice to normal volume] just ran over my foot with her cart and didn't even apologize. She’s yelling at her five kids in some other language.

Jack: French?

Tracey: What?

Jack: Was it French?

(Awkward Silence)

Jack: The language she was speaking….was it French?

Tracey: Um, no, babe. I’m pretty sure it was Spanish.

Jack: You want me to come over there?

Tracey: And do what?

Jack: I don’t know. Good question.

Tracey: Okay, let me go.