Slothrop: Every last documentary Slothrop now sees is fucked up, entirely, by George Bush. I mean that on every last level imaginable. In this terrifying film, an artist is accused of bio-terrorism because he likes petri dishes. And sure enough, at the end of the film, there is Dubya talking about how much larger his cock is than those other brown people who hate our peaceful ways. No joke, dear friends, our country has turned into a fucked up circus run by nazi clowns. I am utterly terrified and ready to paddle across the Atlantic in a dingy. I'll take my Dylan albums, my Tom Waits, and some Richard Pryor for the trip. The Nazi tribunal can keep the rest of its filth.
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