Do you ever stop to think about the things that you used to know, but now can't remember? I do. Know what I can't remember? Algerbra. That's right, I can't remember 90% of the shit that I learned in algebra class. Go ahead and ask me to divide fractions or solve something for "X", and all you'll get from me is a blank-eyed stare and a little drool running from the corner of my agape mouth (kinda like that kid from the end of "Deliverance").
Now, what do you think that I do remember, even though I wish that I didn't? I remember that Gwyenth Paltrow and that fucktard from Coldplay have a kid named "Apple." Why do I have this fact lodged in my brain? Because I can't turn on the TV or open a magazine without being bombarded with news about "Apple," "Suri," "Hunter," "Scout," "Jermagesty" or any of the other stupid-ass names that some celebrity has saddled their kid with. I read an article that called Chris Martin the second coming of Lennon. You know what John Lennon named his kids? Julian and Sean, real names; and we're talking about a guy who made "Coo Coo Ku Chu" a song lyric, so he could have come up with some weird shit. "Apple" is a fruit, not a name.
The point is that America's most prevelant problem (aside from organized religion, I don't have enough time to get started on THAT subject) is the rampant celebrity worship practised by her citizens. I don't want to know if "TomKat" or "Bennifer" are having a good time on their $2,000,000 vacation, I don't give a tin shit about what brand of diapers Britney buys for her little white-trash incubi and I sure as fuck don't care if Whitney Houston has started sucking off garbage men to fund her drug habit.
I guess my final point is that once, just one time, I'd like to turn on the news and hear news about important things (like the FUCKING WAR!) without sitting through a report about the latest college football team that Paris and Lindsay have double teamed.
L8R,
A!
Now, what do you think that I do remember, even though I wish that I didn't? I remember that Gwyenth Paltrow and that fucktard from Coldplay have a kid named "Apple." Why do I have this fact lodged in my brain? Because I can't turn on the TV or open a magazine without being bombarded with news about "Apple," "Suri," "Hunter," "Scout," "Jermagesty" or any of the other stupid-ass names that some celebrity has saddled their kid with. I read an article that called Chris Martin the second coming of Lennon. You know what John Lennon named his kids? Julian and Sean, real names; and we're talking about a guy who made "Coo Coo Ku Chu" a song lyric, so he could have come up with some weird shit. "Apple" is a fruit, not a name.
The point is that America's most prevelant problem (aside from organized religion, I don't have enough time to get started on THAT subject) is the rampant celebrity worship practised by her citizens. I don't want to know if "TomKat" or "Bennifer" are having a good time on their $2,000,000 vacation, I don't give a tin shit about what brand of diapers Britney buys for her little white-trash incubi and I sure as fuck don't care if Whitney Houston has started sucking off garbage men to fund her drug habit.
I guess my final point is that once, just one time, I'd like to turn on the news and hear news about important things (like the FUCKING WAR!) without sitting through a report about the latest college football team that Paris and Lindsay have double teamed.
L8R,
A!