Found on the Facebook. I don’t know how I found it, or if I am allowed to post it, because I never know what’s going on there. I keep getting asked by mysterious spirits to start a Mafia Farm.
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February 10, 2010
The Poor Man Institute
leading the Democratic Lynch Mob since 2010
February 10, 2010 at 10:03 pm
Reminds me of this….
http://thepragmaticprogressive.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_05.html
February 11, 2010 at 12:22 am
This shall not stand
February 11, 2010 at 8:41 am
omg that was torture.
February 11, 2010 at 9:35 am
Come on. Come on. Seriously. With that big hose behind her, too.
But this just proves my point–that the worst books, songs, movies, videos, and paintings are made by people who stand back, regard their creations, and think, “YES. NAILED IT.”
February 12, 2010 at 11:47 am
I thought it was awesome. Tight editing. Breathtaking cinematography, Seamless choreography and sound/video synchronization, styles that really speak to the viewer. As Mr. Wonderful implied, the big hose really completes the complex argument of this video. “YES. NAILED IT.” indeed.
I wonder if United sued to have their image removed from this video.
February 12, 2010 at 2:07 pm
Bonus touch is around 3:50 when the lead guitarist decides that keys are for sissies and plays any old where. I mean who can tell when you’re bending notes, right?
February 11, 2010 at 10:59 am
Proves several things:
1st that angst, seriousness, glamor, and anything/everything thematic do not belong in a “music video”
2nd that anything, yes anything, can incorporate a tolerably good beat that’s easy to dance to and better-than-abysmal guitar lick counterpoint without being improved but, instead, made semi-palatable just long enough for the toxin to penetrate
3rd that there’s no accounting for taste, period, and beauty is in the sensory orifices of the beholder (and, in the case of some works, nowhere but those of the originating creative artist)
4th that one single stray pooch peeing on a fire hydrant in the background is obviously too much to ask for.
P.S. She’s lip-synching. No way she can sing that good.
February 12, 2010 at 3:50 pm
Holy crap. Could it be…Zombie Divine?
Lots of “pan to sky” there. I guess it helped reduce Jan’s on-camera time.
Also too, holy crap!
February 12, 2010 at 7:33 pm
Come Lord Jesus and be my guest. I haven’t been this excited since the last Pamela Shruggs video. Just a suggestion, but the backdrop shoulda been Mobile instead of Chicago. Maybe Wichita.
February 11, 2010 at 1:07 am
I linked this on my Facebook. It’s like a cosmic circle.
February 11, 2010 at 6:49 am
Many Godly goodies found here.
February 11, 2010 at 6:51 am
My fave, on a par with a KK strip: Spidey & Jesus
February 11, 2010 at 11:03 am
This is all I got but nonetheless I shall make my stand:
February 11, 2010 at 11:07 am
Bonus suck. (Is it too much to ask that the players wear gorilla suits? DO I have to do all the creative consulting around here?)
February 12, 2010 at 12:08 pm
I had no idea that Chaka from the original Land of the Lost played viola.
February 12, 2010 at 3:28 pm
Is no viola, is ‘cello. But then again, that doesn’t change your main point.
The difference between a viola and a trampoline? You don’t have to take off your shoes to jump on a viola.
February 13, 2010 at 8:50 pm
I was going out on a limb, as it didn’t seem the right size for a cello. But thanks for the info. I will keep my shoes on next, should anyone actually show me a viola.
February 11, 2010 at 11:09 am
Kleber is scared of teh sUck!
February 11, 2010 at 11:31 am
Er, I’m pretty sure that Dracula was resurrected from the dead, too. In fact, if you consult the Monster Manual, you will see that
[DISCONNECTED DUE TO ATOMIC WEDGIE]
February 11, 2010 at 11:56 am
I wonder where the Mummy fits in. Is he a zombie?
February 11, 2010 at 1:09 pm
Oh, that was good. Some things remain above mere kitsch no matter how dated or corny. Like Lennon’s cheesy guitar solo in Get Back. Or an early MJackson dance vid. (You know you wanna.) Or Kleber prancing atop his 3-story high stack of prog-rock in quadruplicate vinyl, 8-track, cassette, & CD, wearing a penis gourd and feathered regalia and wrapped in early reel-to-reel 16-track recording tape from the Electric Ladyland dumpster.
It’s THAT good.
February 11, 2010 at 6:44 pm
Oh no! one of my interns sold my old photos to pay for food. Time to bring back the cages…. If it leaks information, it gets the hose.
February 12, 2010 at 7:59 am
Bring Back the Cages was a regrettable effort. I like AC/DC simple-tunes as much as anyone, but attempting to replace Bon Scott w/Jon Anderson was silly.
Life, Kleber, is not a concept album. Alas.
February 11, 2010 at 12:06 pm
February 11, 2010 at 1:01 pm
Just the highrise window view w/well-tended house plants, coupled w/aging baldish guy in suit told me that Ernest Hugo’s video would push me over the edge.
I *know* he’s an alien impersonating a human.
February 11, 2010 at 1:15 pm
I gave in and watched. Now, tiny tendrils root through my brain. My eyes bulge needlessly. Needlessly I tell you!
February 11, 2010 at 3:24 pm
An epic post by John Cole.
February 12, 2010 at 9:38 am
BTW, this reminds me: Sunday AM I commence my new career as cardboard-sign beggar. SIGN will say: DISABLED/CAN’T WORK.
Family finances be lethally hurtin’ despite wife’s 50K/yr job. Perhaps I will grab someone’s digicam so yez can see what some twits might call the Free Market in action.
(note: it will include a plush monkey and oxygen breather tubes, sort of like a poor man’s street attempt at Lucasian kiddie appeal FX)
I intend to franchisemy operation and become America’s Wealthiest Beggar(after Wall Street).
February 12, 2010 at 1:36 pm
Damn…Have you thought about a divorce in the legal sense only, liquidating your assets into a blind trust and applying for Medicaid or Medicare?
February 12, 2010 at 2:11 pm
we have med insurance but getting SSI will be a long grueling crawl. Most of my life’s earnings were for… interesting… persons who paid under the table. (Nothing evil, just… interesting.) So the only SSI I have a chance for isw Supplemental SSI and that will take years, by which time I will be rich and famous.
Today, now, I needs $$ and will go the mainspring just like the government does: the people.
Incidentlly, that world’s worst video also proves that a hook needn’t be any good to embed in your brain.
“I don’t wanna lose — you — now…”
Kleber, keep your goddamned flying monkeys off my lawn!
February 12, 2010 at 2:24 pm
Of course its a long slow crawl, it’s designed to be, but start the process. They want you to give up, be as creative as a fucking insurance company as far as becoming a LLC or like I said defund yourself and get an executor you trust to manage a blind trust, that’s what the President does.
Also consider the piece meal work for creative on the internets
http://feeds.voices.washingtonpost.com/click.phdo?i=27ab575f4bf297ac0ebca2d8648ea1d4
Organizing for America is hiring email campaigners, go here:
https://www.mediabistro.com/memberscenter/login.asp?ref=%2Fjoblistings%2Fjobview%2Easp&msg=joblistings%5Flogin%5Fwhy&joid=95928&page=1
Search: email campaigner
They are hiring today.
You can write, video, whatever for ehow.com or any one of these websites that pay by the project, first come first serve, so I’m saying let your fingers do the walking if you can.
February 12, 2010 at 7:19 pm
Dude, that’s fucked up. I’m sorry, man.
February 12, 2010 at 8:07 pm
Aw, let’s remember how fun life is in places we liberate. Besides, I used the prospect of my new job as filler material for the bloody gruesome novel. Part of this morning’s draft:
A few days later I set myself up in business as a human toll booth, a coin-operating commpassion-vending machine promoting goodwill and salving consciences on a sliding scale. (How much self-redemption does fifty cents buy? $20? I once received a hundred dollar bill from a guy who looked like he was on his way to hang himself. I like to think he changed his mind; I kept that Franklin around for several weeks until time to pay our credit card bill.)
Imagine if Jesus had listened to all those people telling him to quite fooling around and get a real job.
+++
It was grueling work. Standing next to moving traffic, maintaining a positive attitude and presence of mind to work subtle eye contact and spot someone digging for change or rolling down their window, is tough duty.
At times I played the circus freak. Some schmuck would look at my nose plugs and snort something like, ‘Huh. Good con.’ If the stoplight had him there for a minute, I’d pull a plug and let the blood pour, and say, “Are you gonna give me some money or just sit there and call me a liar?”
It wasn’t that these guys necessarily coughed up much — if anything — when I shamed them, but if I let it slide it would cloud me for hours and that would hurt my take.
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One time my dentist pulled up. You could tell he didn’t quite know what to say but felt that he should say something. I owed him nearly a thousand dollars at the time.
“Good, but I wish you didn’t have to… beg. I’m sure you’d rather be doing a real job.”
“Well, this is. A real job. It’s a hard grind, and I provide a valuable service.I make people who give feel better. Some days, I make them laugh. Standup tragedy, like Brother Theodore.”
He didn’t recognise the name.
“Look at it this way,” I told him. “If I was working in some factory manufacturing Silly String — or remember Pet Rocks? — folks would call what I did honest labor but everything I did would have been a waste of valuable resources to help people waste valuable time. This job,” and I straightened myself tall, “has virtually no impact on the environment, just a few seconds’ wasted gasoline as people stop to toss me money, and encourages compassion and the taking of some kind of action for the common good.”
“Whatever works for you, Ken.”
“I do. Bulletproof logic. I’m good for the economy!”
Stuffing the fiver he’d given me, I said, “See? This five will go toward your bill, and it’s not just you paying yourself. You feel better for giving it to me. Not just because it proves you’re a nice guy, but it supports our underlying belief in the magic of an economy, of circulating the currency, that what goes around comes around makes financial sense not just good karma.”
I’m gonna make a little “target scoop” like in a tollway booth with some weird icon like a red heart with a superimposed $ sign. Goota work out the subliminal semiotics. Make it fun and capitalize on the animosity some folks feel toward beggars. Play! the Quarter Toss!
February 14, 2010 at 2:00 pm
First day at my new job. Call it a 2-hour training session. Made a little bit of money, enough to justify standing the cold drizzle and smiling. I will become a Slumdog Millionaire yet.
February 14, 2010 at 2:25 pm
There goes the neighborhood
February 11, 2010 at 5:13 pm
Yo, Kenmeer. Lookie here:
February 12, 2010 at 9:29 am
The actual ensembleperformance is, for my tastes, so-so overall, but it brilliantly shows something about Bruce too often missed: he was an enthusiastic musical polymath who could simultaneously sing and play blue bloody blazes.
Further, he was always just his plain own bad self. One minute cool; next minute maxi-geek.
Not unlike our special friend Kleber.
To the mattresses, I say! The mattresses!
February 11, 2010 at 6:02 pm
Do you worry?
(actual music doesn’t start till 3:00 or so in…patience is rewarded. sort of.)
February 11, 2010 at 8:43 pm
Art!
February 11, 2010 at 9:31 pm
I am Bwana Dik! No, ME! Bwana Dik!
February 11, 2010 at 6:14 pm
Wait, what?
Marc Thiessen, former President Bush’s speechwriter and the author of Courting Disaster, now complains that President Obama is killing too many terrorists.
“Today, the Obama administration is no longer attempting to capture men like these alive; it is simply killing them. This may be satisfying, but it comes at a price. With every drone strike that vaporizes a senior al Qaeda leader, actionable intelligence is vaporized along with him. Dead terrorists can’t tell you their plans to strike America.”
http://politicalwire.com/archives/2010/02/11/too_many_dead_terrorists.html
Awes….
February 11, 2010 at 9:23 pm
Can’t torture the dead.
February 12, 2010 at 12:22 pm
There is a void in the life of every former Bush administration official that can only be filled by watching torture videos.
February 12, 2010 at 2:35 pm
24 reruns just don’t cut it, I gather.
February 13, 2010 at 8:56 pm
Unfortunately, PG-13 crimes against humanity just don’t do it for them. Don’t forget, these are guys who masturbated to entirely inappropriate portions of Caligula.
February 14, 2010 at 2:03 pm
With both hands! Bipartisanship strikes again!
February 12, 2010 at 2:37 pm
I think we should just grow our own terrorists, torture them to learn their plans, and thus keep the world safe from terror 4-ev-AH.
Kinda like we did with al-qaeda, but using cool recom DNA techniques. Properly done, growing them in vats can double as the torture we need to find out what evil schemes they’re hatching in their evil brains we’re hatching.
Preemptive torture.
February 12, 2010 at 7:03 pm
That is…
brilliant.
February 12, 2010 at 7:50 pm
Take a reduction ad absurdum, marinate in extrapolative rigor, post en haste before FOX news does it for reals.
February 11, 2010 at 6:17 pm
Need more jug solos around here.
February 11, 2010 at 8:23 pm
Amen!
February 11, 2010 at 9:40 pm
How about some of that old time Minsk samovar tootin’!
February 14, 2010 at 5:24 pm
I’m tired of the uber wealthy with there fancy suits and there premium jugs.
February 11, 2010 at 9:06 pm
I watched these vids, and the start of the first one in the comments.
eccch
I cannot clear my brain.
More vodka is required.
February 12, 2010 at 1:05 am
[...] from The Poor Man, because it made me [...]
February 12, 2010 at 6:46 pm
Norah Jones ain’t shit.
February 12, 2010 at 7:08 pm
She is so hot.
And I will give her all my drugs. Shit, she doesn’t even have to do anything for them. I’ll mail them to her right now.
February 12, 2010 at 7:15 pm
Here, I’ll give you her address.
February 12, 2010 at 8:26 pm
Peorgie, you’re way too old for Fiona. You need a sweetheart like Karen…she answers every comment.
February 13, 2010 at 8:38 am
Awesome.
February 14, 2010 at 7:39 am
She should collaborate with Ann Althouse.
February 14, 2010 at 5:10 pm
This is a precious secret.
February 12, 2010 at 9:52 pm
After all, LSD was legal in 1946:
February 12, 2010 at 9:55 pm
Sex was almost legal at that time:
February 14, 2010 at 5:19 pm
Hep.
February 14, 2010 at 7:34 am
Poor Man feuilleton titles I’d like to see:
Jesus love me, this I know, tortured suspects tell me so
Call me Jonah
February 14, 2010 at 7:37 am
Actually, causerie, not feuilleton, is the more apt term.