Recently I posted a piece insisting we extinguish or better yet exterminate the entire Clinton and Trump families, along with Donald and Hillary, of course, as we would pestilential vermin, for the good of us all, and possibly our morale, as well as our psyches, which are continually dragged down by these odious, slimy, furtive creations of the American system, a system which preaches some kind of great financial dream of ownership and accumulation of goodies that perhaps the rest of the world considers demented, especially now that our comings and goings and doings are exposed all over the world on the internet and TV as self-parodying drivel of the feeblest, incomplete minds.
Well, besides terminating the Clintons and Trumps, I propose we do something about the Kardashians, and especially Kim Kardashian of the stupendously feral ass and enamel face, though I feel there's no reason to extinguish or exterminate them as something comparable to the venality of the Trumps or the stealthy scheming of the Clintons, nor do I think they should be permanently banished or exiled completely from the public, no, but I do insist they be caged or locked up somewhere for at least a year so that they can no longer to communicate with and spew their asinine and insipid comings and goings and doings at the bird-brains on these venues like twitter and Snapchat and Instagram and whatever other venue's out there to keep such meager slices of humanity following them.
Some genius started TWITTER, and I suppose he or she is a billionaire, and they should probably be banished or excommunicated or caged out of sight like the Kardashians for drawing this huge tidal wave of billions of tweeters, though I feel tweeters should be called twits, which are characterized in the dictionary as “silly, annoying people,” or better yet, “mindless ninnies with the attention span of hummingbirds and a desperate need for recognition and self gratification, and whose sole function in life is to fawn over a female body with a feral ass and enamel face, out of which emits a sexy voice mouthing idiocy while hawking a long line of products specifically for a narcissistic culture of people who can only put down their little toys when they're checking themselves out in the mirror and comparing notes."
The Kardashians, for the betterment of their followers, which is estimated at hundreds of millions, which means hundreds of millions of tweets from the twits, and hundreds of millions of dollars for Kim Kardashian, need to be caged in some desolate godforsaken wilderness, where we usually build prisons or mark off Indian reservations, strip them of their attire, make-up, all vanity enhancers, computers, cell phones, head phones, TVs, radios, anything that allows them to communicate from the outside world. They need to be clothed in burlap overalls, hiking boots and beanies and forced to eat slop out of mess kits, drink lukewarm tap water (no wine, weed or tranquilizers), and in their down time, when they are not scrubbing clothes and walls and sinks and toilets, forced to read Dostoevsky, Bukowski, Hubert Selby Jr., Thomas Hardy, Sartre, Steinbeck's “The Grapes of Wrath,” Faulkner's “As I Lay Dying,” etc, and view movies like “The Pawnbroker” and “Buffalo 66,” and listen nonstop to Mahler's 9th, Rachmaninoff's 2nd Piano Concerto, and Tchaikovsky's “Pathetique.”
Maybe, after a year of isolation, they will be allowed to face the country at a news conference, still clad in their burlap overalls, still stripped of all gadgets, accouterments and means of communication, and tell us what they think about President Donald Trump tweeting Putin and all his so-called tormentors at all hours of the night as a Republican congressional committee proceeds to impeach him.
Twits be damned!
Well, besides terminating the Clintons and Trumps, I propose we do something about the Kardashians, and especially Kim Kardashian of the stupendously feral ass and enamel face, though I feel there's no reason to extinguish or exterminate them as something comparable to the venality of the Trumps or the stealthy scheming of the Clintons, nor do I think they should be permanently banished or exiled completely from the public, no, but I do insist they be caged or locked up somewhere for at least a year so that they can no longer to communicate with and spew their asinine and insipid comings and goings and doings at the bird-brains on these venues like twitter and Snapchat and Instagram and whatever other venue's out there to keep such meager slices of humanity following them.
Some genius started TWITTER, and I suppose he or she is a billionaire, and they should probably be banished or excommunicated or caged out of sight like the Kardashians for drawing this huge tidal wave of billions of tweeters, though I feel tweeters should be called twits, which are characterized in the dictionary as “silly, annoying people,” or better yet, “mindless ninnies with the attention span of hummingbirds and a desperate need for recognition and self gratification, and whose sole function in life is to fawn over a female body with a feral ass and enamel face, out of which emits a sexy voice mouthing idiocy while hawking a long line of products specifically for a narcissistic culture of people who can only put down their little toys when they're checking themselves out in the mirror and comparing notes."
The Kardashians, for the betterment of their followers, which is estimated at hundreds of millions, which means hundreds of millions of tweets from the twits, and hundreds of millions of dollars for Kim Kardashian, need to be caged in some desolate godforsaken wilderness, where we usually build prisons or mark off Indian reservations, strip them of their attire, make-up, all vanity enhancers, computers, cell phones, head phones, TVs, radios, anything that allows them to communicate from the outside world. They need to be clothed in burlap overalls, hiking boots and beanies and forced to eat slop out of mess kits, drink lukewarm tap water (no wine, weed or tranquilizers), and in their down time, when they are not scrubbing clothes and walls and sinks and toilets, forced to read Dostoevsky, Bukowski, Hubert Selby Jr., Thomas Hardy, Sartre, Steinbeck's “The Grapes of Wrath,” Faulkner's “As I Lay Dying,” etc, and view movies like “The Pawnbroker” and “Buffalo 66,” and listen nonstop to Mahler's 9th, Rachmaninoff's 2nd Piano Concerto, and Tchaikovsky's “Pathetique.”
Maybe, after a year of isolation, they will be allowed to face the country at a news conference, still clad in their burlap overalls, still stripped of all gadgets, accouterments and means of communication, and tell us what they think about President Donald Trump tweeting Putin and all his so-called tormentors at all hours of the night as a Republican congressional committee proceeds to impeach him.
Twits be damned!
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