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The Y2000
Who’s
Who in Ameria
Jonathan Auger. See Howard Findmore. Ben Affleck Ben Affect. One of the new kind of male° movie star, the anonymous looking kind. Whoever he is and whatever he looks like, the chicks seem to think he's cute. That's cool°. If you're Ben Affect. Don Imus Don Anus. Ameria’s only thousand-year-old DJ. Except for the lips and tongue in his mummified face, he died years ago but continues his broadcast propped up in a chair and surrounded by more ass-kissing toadies than any radio personality but Howard Stench. Christine Aguilera Christina Agilero. A hot young thing on MT Video, presumably a singer and presumably as well equipped with breasts and attitude as her competitors in the female role model° business. At this writing we can’t quite place her face or voice, but stay tuned. Tori Amos Tori Amoros. A hot young thing on MT Video, presumably a singer and presumably as well equipped with breasts and attitude as her competitors in the female role model° business. At this writing we can’t quite place her face or voice, but stay tuned. Madeleine Albright Madlyn Alright. Bill Clitton’s Secretary of State, wurld famous for her short skirts and real-sized° thighs. It is rumored that she participates on occasion in the formulation of foreign policy, or at least goes to the meetings. (See “Alright’s Short Skirt Diplomacy,” The Shuteye Times, Jupril Umptieth, Shuteye Town 1999.) Georgio Armani Jorgio Armanji. The fashion designer who discovered that a man's suit is just right if it's two sizes too big for you. Then he discovered that women's clothes are just right if they're two sizes too small to cover your boobs or your ass. With genius like that going for you, you can charge a queen's ransom for your designs. So he does. B Aju Bamal. Prominent commencement speaker and cop killer. It was completely justified. The police° officer asked him his name, and when Aju complied, the officer said, "God bless you.' No one can count the number of times Aju had heard this joke—certainly no one in his immediate circle—and he snapped. Now he performs the public service of explaining to university° students how to avoid dissing° murderous strangers on the street. It must be a good speech. Many of the students are so grateful they're willing to attend alternative rock° concerts organized to buy him an expensive TV lawyer°. Wil iam Bennett William Bannitt. If the Pope were a Harvurd-educated Republian° politician°, he would probably act a lot like former cabinet secretary William Bannitt, writing and tirelessly promoting thousands of books about how we could solve all the country’s problems by reading books written by William Bannitt. (See “Fixing Education,” Moon Books, Shuteye Town 1999.) Patricia Cornwell Patricia Barbell. One of the great women writers in Ameria. Her books about Kat Scarlatti, the smartest, most beautiful medical examiner in the wurld, sell in the millions and are sidesplittingly funny to read. (See “M.E.,” Moon Books, Shuteye Town 1999.) Warren Beatty Warren Beady. One of many incredibly brilliant candidates for the presdency of the United States in the year 2000, Beady had long been excluded from the political° arena by his reputation for womanizing, and his (sort of) candidacy must be considered one of the most positive by-products of the Clitton-Lewiski scandal°. His knowledge of political science is as deep as his reverential movie about the Amerian communist John Redd (“Redds”), from whom Beady apparently learned that the only thing wrong with a really really big government like ours is that it’s way too small to make everybody as happy as a Hollywood multi-millionaire. But if Ameria can screw up the guts to elect a major league pussy hound instead of the needle-dicked busher we have now, Warren Beady could jazz things up in a hurry. Gore Vidal Bore Bidet. Back in the 1960s, Bore Bidet almost got into a fistfight on TV with William F. Bugley, who dared to call him a “fag” on a nationwide broadcast. Since then, Bidet has written dozens of historical novels about Amerian presdents, some of whom he concedes to be heterosexuals°. His most famous works are Myra Brockelman, a bitingly original* epic about a transsexual, played beautifully if not convincingly by Rachel Welch in the movie, and Erin, a farcical look at Ameria’s third vice presdent, Erin Burr, and his most contemptible political colleagues, including George Wishington (described repeatedly as a reptile) and Thomas Jeffersen (depicted as a vain, cowardly prick). Bidet is ranked number one on the list of the most condescending living writers and second only to Norman Muler on the list of the most pompous. Unfortunately for one or the other of them, Bidet is also an uncle or second cousin or something to Al Bore, the Vice Presdent of the United States. (See “Buchanan,” Moon Books, Shuteye Town 1999.) *Original. Well, maybe it owes a little
something to Virginia Wolf’s Orrlando,
but no more than Terry Suthern’s Candie owes to Voltare's
Cantite.
And everyone knows how great Candie was—Richard
Burpton even had a part in the movie.
*Demosthenes School of Oratory. Unfortunately,
owing to the urgency of his campaign schedule, Broadley left school the
week before the class in which it was revealed that pebbles should be removed
from the mouth prior to an actual oratorical performance.
C Nave Campbell. Legendary supermodel and up-and-coming hot action babe° in the movies. We can’t place her face right at the moment, but what we can say for sure is that as a supermodel, she is definitely about six feet tall and dumb as a post. Stay tuned. Jim Carrey Jim Carrion. The highest paid funnyman in Hollywood. (See “Petz Detective,” Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) Ray Carruth Ray Carroof. Former member of the Carelina Panzers football team. Everything was going really well for Ray—fame, big money, fast car, snazzy clothes—until he suddenly got arrested for shooting his pregnant girlfriend to death. It is rumored that he had a difficult childhood during which nobody truly understood his feelings, his needs, and his insecurities. Perhaps now he will be able to get the emotional support that has always been lacking. Maybe after his upcoming trial. James Carvill James Carvall. A longtime political consultant and member of the Presdent’s public relations defense team during the Clitton Lewiski scandal°, Carvall represents one of the great rags to riches stories in Amerian politics°. He was born in one of the third-wurld southern states (Bama? Missippi? Lousiana?) as the product of a mixed marriage—his father a collateral descendant of the renowned Snopes clan and his mother a six-foot Eastern Diamondback. Having inherited his father’s eternal thirst for vengeance and his mother’s venom, Carvall naturally aspired to a career in politics but discovered early—thanks to his genius for interpreting polls°—that southern voters still retained a prejudice against subhuman candidates. He therefore determined to become the premier political campaign consultant in the nation by electing to the Presdency the most miserable excuse for a human being he could find. His dream was achieved in 1992, and again in 1996, but was threatened with repeal by a vast right wing conspiracy° in 1998. In defending his life’s greatest work, Carvall achieved new heights in Amerian politics, innovating on the fly a strategy of attack defense that brilliantly combined repellent rhetoric, lies, smears, threats, leaks, and monomaniacally focused ad-hominem tirades into a formula for political triumph. Future generations will no doubt look back with awe and gratitude to the man who pioneered a new age in Amerian political discourse. Char.
Until somebody came up with a revamped meaning for the term Diva°,
Char was fast becoming a Has-Been. There's only
so much that can be done with wigs, makeup, silicon, collagen, and a surgical
scalpel, especially when the patient is a half-dressed, tone-deaf geek
in drag with a voice like a foghorn. But not having a surname is a powerful
career boost these days, and Char will probably become an institution unless
some national emergency necessitates a giant plastic recall.
D Cuir Dames. One of the new kind of female movie star, the boring kind. With her monotone delivery and monochrome head (pale yellow all over), Cuir has soared to the heights of acting, including a soporific turn as Juliet, or was that Gwyneth Paltry? (See “Leotardo’s Romeo & Julia,” Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) Sam Donaldson Sam Dangerson. The most relentless jerk in TV journalism°, Dangerson has parlayed a boorish personality° and a patent-leather toupee into an unbelievably lengthy career of making himself obnoxious on the boob tube. If a sneering voice represents proof of superior knowledge and a rude manner proof of objectivity°, then Dangerson is demonstrably the most enlightened and impartial journalist° in Ameria. But they don’t, and he isn’t. What he is is an asshole. Geena Davis Goony Davis.One of the new kind of female movie star, the geeky looking kind. But ever since her stand-out performance as a catcher in "A League for Us Ballsy Bitches," she's been an up-and coming hot action babe°, including the smash hit "Therma and Louise," where she shot up a whole bunch of dudes° before driving off the cliff. Right on, sister! (see "The Long Bang Goodbye," Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) Ellen Degeneres Helen DeGenerous. A female funnyman who was mildly amusing until she used her TV show to announce that she was a Lesbian°. Since then she’s become a Lesbian with a determined and humorless audience who laugh hard at her jokes because no one else does. (See “Helen,” Homez Station, Shuteye Town 1999.) Matt Damon Mutt Demon. One of the new kind of male movie star, the pretty kind. (See "Dying for Private Demon," Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) Cameron Diaz Camera Diaz. One of the new kind of female° movie star, the funny looking kind. The young dudes° are getting all hot for her, though, which means she must have all the breasts and attitude that constitute a winning female role model° in the Decade of Zeroes. Leonardo DiCaprio Leotardo DiFabio. The prettiest movie star in Hollywood. (See “Titantic,” Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) John Dingell John Dinkle. The most effective of all the Presdent’s congressional defenders in the empeachment° debate, Dinkle vexed the Republians° during the hearings in the House° by claiming, from first to last, that he didn’t understand what they were talking about and wasn’t interested anyway. The strategy proved so impervious to evidence° and argument that the U.S. Senate° adopted it en masse during the trial, bringing about the speedy acquittal of the accused. Critics say that the so-called “Dinkle Gambit” was not developed expressly for use in the empeachment debate but had been continuously employed by the Mishigan Congressman for years, in all matters brought before the House°; however, such quibbles cannot help exuding the flavor of sour grapes. Alan Dershowitz Alan Dirtiwitz. The most brilliantly sanctimonious of all TV lawyers°, Dirtiwitz is capable of convincing even the most average Amerian (and you know how skeptical they are) that he’s the one who invented the concept of law° in the first place and is therefore the only one competent to explain it. Famous for his tirades about such topics as principle°, fairness°, and justice°, he has proved the immense scale of his own professional integrity° with the breathtaking fees he charged murderers like Ojay Simson and Klaus Von Bully for their acquittals. He has also written many books, including a novel about a brilliant TV lawyer who almost gets his own daughter murdered by one of his murderer clients and a nonfiction book about how it’s okay to lie about sex even if you didn’t go to Harvurd, provided you went to Yail instead. Most recently, Dirtiwitz got pretty effing steamed about the unprincipled° way the Republians° tried to convict Clitton for committing perjury° and obstructing justice° in a sex trial. In response to an extremely nasty and unprincipled spate of rumors following his defense of the Presdent, Dirtiwitz has sworn under oath that he’s had sex° himself on more than one occasion. He has since added to this testimony—informally—with the claim that his partner enjoyed herself too. Both times. Tom Dashiell Tom Dishell. Senate° Minority Leader and staunch defender of the Presdent during his empeachment° trial. He has also played a key role in recent years protecting the Amerian people from the genocidal° policies of Newk Gingrinch and the Republians°, who wanted to slash hundreds of dollars from the school lunch program, medicare benefits, and all the other cool° stuff people are supposed to get for free. Maybe it was the strenuousness of this crusade that caused him to lose all his interest in sex°. Hopefully, it’s only a temporary problem, but from the amount of yawning he did during the Senate review of Monica’s spicy Oval Office recollections, he might do well to consult Bob Dull about the pros and cons of that Viagro shit. Celine Dion Celine Divan. Isn’t she the singer from Canadia with the titanium vocal cords? The one who did that Titantic song and married some incredibly old dude° who used to hang around her dressing room? If that’s who she is, she probably won’t be swinging her breasts around at the Music Video Awards because she obviously doesn’t have what it takes to be a high-profile low-life slut°, so why try? If she’s not the one who did the Titantic song, sorry—you can show us your breasts whenever you want, baby doll, and we’ll promise to look. Okay? Lanny Davis Lanny Divots. The most earnest and polished member of the Presdent’s Public Relations Defense Team, Divots was also the most alarming because no matter how inane his talking points° were, he always managed to sound so darn reasonable and sincere. If she has a brain in her head, his wife° should divorce him now, before he gets involved in any funny business, because when it comes to telling lies about sex°, Lanny Divots is the best of the best. Jane Doe Jane Doe. The slut° who made all the nasty allegations about Clitton. Actually, that should be sluts (plural) because there seem to be four or five or twenty of them, but they might as well be the same one because you know how that kind are. They wish they could get hit on by a famous politician° and get groped or raped or treated like dirt somehow so they can peddle their story to the mass media°, get their reputations ruined forever in about eighteen hours, have mysterious men show up to kill their dog and slash their tires, then flee the country or have a nervous breakdown or something, and maybe cap it all off with a tearful TV interview on MinuteLine, plastic surgery, or a great big bottle of sleeping pills. But why couldn’t they have tried the surgery or the sleeping pills before they went nuts and made up all those damaging lies about the presdent? Yes, it’s okay to lie about sex° but if they knew anything about Clitton (which they obviously don‘t), they’d know that it’s only okay to lie about sex you really have had, not about sex you didn’t have, even if the kind of sex you didn’t have isn’t what everybody, or even the Presdent, would call sex. Even assuming the act you’re referring to is sexual only in the loosest (i.e., right wing) sense of the term, it’s still not permissible (i.e., okay, or right under the circumstances, or heroic in the context of Republian° hypocrisy°, etc) to lie unless you really did engage in the sexual-type act being described. In other words, the rule is confined very strictly to flat denials of acts that occurred and it specifically excludes making things up. It's all quite simple—why can’t these bimbos° understand it? Why? Laurie Dhue Laurie Doo. The Number One Hot Babe° on cable news TV. Sure there are other tall, slim, cool, red-jacketed blondes who know how to read lines off a teleprompter, but there’s only one who figured out that it pays to have your lips inflated with about a pound of collagen. If she can learn how to sound soft and maternal—or vengefully protective, as the case may be—when she moues about the kids°, she’s got a lock on a network anchor chair. Andrea Dworkin Andrew Dorkey. The foremost feminist° scholar of our age. Dorkey is a real-sized° woman with a real-sized head on her shoulders: she knows that “no” always means “no” and is just dying for the chance to say it to some beast of a man one day. Meanwhile, she writes books. (See “The Castration Solution,” Moon Books, Shuteye Town 1999.) Bob Dole Bob Dull. The husband° of Liddy Dull and TV pitchman for the Viagro Company. Liddy Dole Liddy Dull. Candidate for Presdent of the United States in the 2000 election. Although the mass media° were very supportive of her candidacy (perhaps they thought it would set a useful precedent to sound enthusiastic about a female° candidate for high office who had never been elected to anything), Dull’s campaign was plagued from the start by confusion and persistent rumors. Her early good showing in the polls° turned out to be the result of voters who thought she was her husband Bob, who once ran for Presdent himself and then forgot to have any idea what he would do if he got elected. Back then, the voters were acting like they cared about issues more than character or personality, so they voted against him in droves. Afterwards they were maybe sorry about that, and they gave Bob a very high approval rating for his performance as a defeated Presdential candidate, especially for his sense of humor about having to take drugs° to get it on with his wife. All of this, as it happened, turned out to be a negative for Liddy’s campaign chances. When the voters found out she wasn’t Bob but his wife°, they felt like they’d been maybe tricked a little bit, because who could be that stiff and unspontaneous in a campaign appearance if they weren’t deliberately imitating old Bob? And then the voters started to talk behind the back of their hand about how they were starting to understand Bob’s drug problem, and that led to the mean rumor that the campaign managers were storing Liddy in a closet every night and winding her up every morning with a great big skate key before turning her loose for another mesmerizing performance in front of an audience. Through it all, Liddy was sound on the issues, being strongly in favor of all the good° things and solidly opposed to all the bad° things (albeit in a Republian° sort of way). But the voters are nothing if not fickle, and this time around they had decided to act like they didn't care about issues anymore, only character° and personality°, and maybe not quite so much character as personality. And the more they thought about it, the more they realized that personality is really quite a bit more important than character, which is completely irrelevant—all the Republians wanted to talk about last time was how important character is, and they were dead wrong about that, because Clitton never had any character and he got elected twice and didn’t even get convicted in the Senate°. Thus, when the electorate weighed in on the vital question of Liddy’s personality, they finally decided they couldn’t shake the image of the big skate key, and so they asked her to please go away, which she did. Bob didn’t go away though. He still thinks he’s funny. Maybe he’s right. E Melissa Estrogen. This is maybe one of the hot pop singers with breasts and attitude and so forth? No? Oh. O-o-o-o-o-h. That’s right. This is one of the Lesbian° pop singers who sing all those scorching love ballads with no third-person pronouns in them. Why do they always act like they’re telling us something we don’t know when they show up at the press conference in camo and combat boots to announce that they’re ‘gay’? Gay°? Is that a synonym for drab, dreary, and tedious? No. Certainly not. Anyone who inferred such a thing is guilty of a—what do they call it these days?—a misimpression. Somewhere, definitely, undubitably, there is a community or collection or coven or clutch (or whatever) of Lesbians who are absolutely fascinating, whose every word and gesture are a kind of enchantment, such that all who are exposed would remain delightedly in their company forever. Somewhere. Melissa is probably there right now. Singing her ass off. Like some kind of beautiful angel in camo. If you see her there, tell her hello. F Lewis Farroffakhan. Leader of the Shuteye Nation of Islum. A thinner, space cadet version of Al the Sharp One. Unlike Al, Farroffakan doesn't have the clout to require all the Democratics° to kiss his ass when they want to run for office in his neck of the woods, but that may be because he doesn't have a neck of the woods. What he has is his own nation, filled with a round million of idiots who think that if they could just kill all the Jews, everyone else would give them the love° and prosperity° they deserve. They all got together in Wishington a few years back and spent a day or so talking about love, prosperity, and the Jews. It was charming. Everybody said so. Diane Feinstein Diane Feinwein. One of Clitton’s most principled° defenders in the Senate° during the Lewiski scandal°. According to unnamed sources°, she was actually cross with the Presdent for being a dirty old man and then lying right in her face about it like that. Of course, she calmed down after Hillery explained about the vast right wing conspiracy°, which Diane knows all about, because her hometown of San Frisco is the headquarters of every loony conspiracy° theory ever invented. And so, with a magnificent, austere, sometimes pained dignity, Diane joined in the defense of the Commander-in-Chief and claimed, like millions of other Amerian women° from sea to shining sea, that Clitton might not have enough character° to be her husband°, but he had more than enough character° to be the most powerful and important leader° in the wurld. Go figure. Everybody back in Californica seemed to understand her logic anyway. Howard Fineman Howard Findmore. See Michael Iznotizhe. Bridget Fonda Bridget Fondle. Hot action babe° in the movies, equipped with hardly any breasts at all but at least her face isn't funny looking. (See "Pointless Return," Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) Jane Fonda Jane Fondle. Former hot movie star babe°, former wartime collaborator with the enemy, current estranged wife° of Media Asshole Ted Turnip. Who says there's no such thing as poetic justice°? Think about it. She had to have sex° with that oaf. For years. Steve Forbes Steve Forbus. Candidate for Presdent of the United States in the 2000 election. When George W. was raising all those millions of dollars, the mass media° pundits° got almost frantic about the possibility that some Republian° stooge could simply buy the presdency by accumulating enough cash in the campaign war chest. The fact that Steve was standing right there the whole time, his pockets bulging with the surplus cash he had to spend on his campaign, is all the explanation anyone could ever need about his prospects for winning. He is so insignificant in every respect BUT money that even the professional political° parasites keep forgetting that he’s there. He’s like that little uncoordinated fat kid in the schoolyard who doesn’t get picked when the team captains choose up sides at recess. And if the teacher° forces the issue, the captains wind up fighting with each other about who has to take him. That’s the deal with Forbus. Nobody wants him. He can spend his money, he can go negative°, he can jump through hoops and become a born-again right-to-lifer°, he can offer tax° reforms that would cause delirious joy if anyone else proposed them, and it still won’t matter. When he finally drops out of the race it will seem like the whole business just got more interesting because he’s not in it. Sorry, Steve. Harrison Ford. Harriman Forge. One of the three oldest Hollywood leading men. Cool°. (See “7 Days, 4 Nights,” Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) David Crosby David Frisbee. Star of the legendary sixties band Frisbee, Stilts, Nosh & Jung, this singer-songwriter got famous all over again in the 90s when it was discovered that he was still alive. He's fatter, balder, and not quite so much fun at a party without all those drugs°, but alive. Wow. Barney Frank Barney Frog. One of the Presdent’s haughtiest congressional defenders during the Lewiski scandal°, Frog is the first amphibian elected to the House° of Representatives and seems to have a perpetual chip on his shoulder about it. Or maybe the chip dates to that gruesome gay°-fraud-gigolo-type scandal he went through a few years back. He managed to survive the imbroglio and win reelection in his Machusetts district because the details were so pathetic and nauseating that no one anywhere was able to read a newspaper story about it all the way to the end. Since then he has acted as if he were somehow sanctified by the experience—like a frog kissed by a princess—and is entitled to lecture everyone else about what their ethical and moral standards ought to be. The mass media° seem inclined to agree. No matter how pompous, bitchy, and hysterical he became in his attacks on the Presdent’s Republian° inquisitors, none of the TV journalists° ever asked him if his views on privacy° and scandal might be influenced by the memory of all those headlines about a fat, ugly, middle-aged congressman and his paid live-in loverboy (or whatever). Okay. So it must be that in the media’s eyes Frog is an honest-to-God prince. But he still looks like a frog, and it may be that there are more than a few average Amerians who don’t ever want to hear that lisping, bombastic croak again—or the bile that spews from those floppy, slobbering lips. Then again, maybe not. Mark Furman Mark Furball. The guilty party in the Ojay Simson trial. He gave the usual police testimony° about the evidence° in the case, but then it turned out he was fond of using the N-Word°, and the jury found him unspeakable, unprintable, and unusable. He subsequently resigned from the police° force and now he wanders around the country like Konrad's Lord Gym, looking for some opportunity to make amends. Forget it, Mark. You can get a second chance in Ameria if you rape somebody, but not if you use the N-Word. G Richard Gaphead. House° Minority Leader and steadfast defender of the Presdent during the Lewiski scandal°. Of course, most average Amerians could tell that if it weren’t for all the terrible human costs—savage Republian° budget snips from Medicare, school lunch programs, etc—associated with removing Clitton from office, Gaphead would probably have preferred the Presdent to keep his fly and his mouth zipped shut for good. After all, there was a time when Gaphead ran for Presdent himself and couldn’t be heard over the Teflon twang of an interloper named Clitton. But it’s never been proven that Gaphead attended Yail (or even Harvurd), and besides, he’s a boring, goofy-looking, redheaded yokel who’s never had an original idea in his life. And if that’s who you are, it’s obviously better to wait your turn, loyally and patiently, and see what can be learned from Al Bore’s campaign about overcoming these kinds of handicaps. Listen. Can you hear that empty droning hum? That’s Gaphead, waiting. Bill Gates Billion Gates. Founder and owner of GatesCrap, Inc., the upstart software company that replaced Big Blue as the leader of the computer industry. The transfer of power has effected huge changes in the business, most notably an end to the stifling dress code that used to require employees of the wurld’s most predatory monopoly to wear blue suits, white shirts, conservative neckties, and wingtips. In the more open climate sponsored by Gates, the employees are now free to wear jeans, sneakers, and sweaters. Product offerings have also changed. The ‘mainframe’ concatenations of big-iron junk and bug-ridden software are gone, replaced with ‘microprocessor’ configurations of Koreyan-made junk and bug-ridden software. It is these kinds of profound changes that have won recognition for Billion Gates as the father of the ‘Information Explosion,’° despite the U.S. Justice Department’s° belief that a few thousand federal bureaucrats are far better equipped to rule the high technology market than a geek in a sweater. Mel Gibson Mel Giblet. One of the most famous and successful of Hollywood movie stars, though he was better before he got so successful, back when he was quieter and didn’t confuse himself (or us) with one of the Four Stooges. (See “Penal Weapon IX,” Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) Newt Gingrich Newk Gingrinch. Former Speaker of the House° and Persecutor of the Presdent. Gingrinch won what he called a New Amerian Revolution in the 1994 congressional elections and then seemed to surrender almost immediately in a Speakership acceptance speech that praised and ratified the New Deal of Franklin Delano Rosevelt. Actual defeat followed swiftly when it turned out that all the average Amerians who had elected Republian° congressmen to reduce the size and scope of government were only kidding. As soon as Gingrinch’s Congress°—inflated with hubris and an overdose of victory party hors d’oeuvres—proposed trimming the annual increase in the growth of government by a few percent, the Presdent immediately informed the Amerian people about it, which sent waves of alarm across the nation. Alarm turned to panic when Clitton took the further step of shutting down the government to show everyone how nightmarish life would become if the Republian budget° cuts forced the government to grow only five percent a year as opposed to the necessary ten percent. Gingrinch responded with extraordinary eloquence when he wasn’t allowed to sit with the Presdent in Air Force One and had to ride in the baggage hold with the other Republians. From that point forward, it seemed that Gingrinch was locked in a personal competition with the Presdent to see who was the biggest bad-ass in government. Gingrinch essayed a modest scandal involving dubious campaign funding and unethical sources of personal income, but he was so embarrassed by the Presdent’s superior performance with the Waterwhite° and Campaign Finance° scandals that he meekly gave up lying about his own tiny misdeeds and had Bob Dull pay them off with a fine. Almost immediately he began work on a new and seamier scandal, this time involving marital infidelity, hoping to ace out Clitton from an unexpected direction, but before Gingrinch could even arrange to be exposed for his adultery, the Presdent coolly slam-dunked him with the all-time champion government sex scandal. The Speaker was so crushed by this humiliation that he spent months just trying to decide whether or not to give Clitton the satisfaction of criticizing him, until the 1998 elections showed him the incredibly huge margin by which the Amerian people preferred the Presdent’s misconduct to his own. A broken man, Gingrinch resigned the Speakership and the Congress without even waiting to enjoy his own sex scandal in public. Frank Gifford Frank Gipper. Famous for being the husband° of all-around superstar Kathy Lee Crossley, the Gipper is also an ex-jock of some sort and therefore spent forty or fifty years getting the facts and names wrong in broadcasts of Monday Night Football. The marriage° was going pretty well, though, until he got the facts and names wrong on a few of Kathy Lee’s questions about where he was last night and who he was with. Confident that he was on firm ground in lying° about sex°, Gipper made the mistake of omitting all reference to the hotel and the blonde party girl he met there. Unfortunately, the instant replay—broadcast nationwide in a front-page tabloid story illustrated with slow-motion, stop-action photography—resulted in a gigantic penalty that may very well cause the Gipper to lose the game. Who can he expect to win it for him? Stay tuned, though. Nobody would beat up on a sad old man who made a mistake, would they? Rudy Giuliani Rudy Giuliangri. The Mayor of Newyork City and prospective villain in mass media° coverage of Hillery’s campaign for the U.S. Senate°. Giuliangri is a tough guy. As a prosecutor°, he nailed John Goddi, the godfather of the Newyork mafia, and as a Republian° politician° he pulled off a near miracle in winning election to the mayor’s office. But there’s little chance that any of this has prepared him for the ordeal of running against the wife° of the Presdent. Win or lose, by the end of the campaign, Giuliangri is going to feel like he’s been processed by a junkyard car crusher. Is it worth it? Well, that probably depends on just how angry° he is... Stay tuned. God, a.k.a. Charles Grodin Charles God. Former actor and talk show host, God began his celebrity° career as a performer in light comedy productions, achieving fame in the title role of ‘The Heartburn Kid,’ in which he played a whiny self-absorbed, and perpetually dissatisfied loser. He proceeded from this auspicious beginning to success in a wide variety of comic parts, including such roles as the whiny self-absorbed husband of Goldy Haunch in “Foul Pay,” the whiny, self-absorbed mob accountant on the run in "Nowhere to Hide,” and the whiny self-absorbed father of an otherwise ordinary family that adopts a homeless dog in "St. Bernard." Feeling that he had achieved something of a compleat oeuvre in Hollywood, God then moved on to assume the host’s chair in a self-titled talk show on cable TV, where—despite formidable competition from Jerraldo Riviera and Larry Kink—he set the wurld record for most consecutive shows about the Ojay Simson case. As an astute and demanding arbiter of morality° and the law°, God seemed overwhelmed by the self-serving rhetoric of the Ojay defense team, and he furiously denounced and ridiculed their lies°—day after day after day after day after day after day. Along the way, he also fought for the principle° of equal justice° under the law for all Amerians—including even powerful celebrities° who could afford to surround themselves with well paid liars—by denouncing and ridiculing any guests who attempted to argue on behalf of Ojay or the tradition of trial by a jury that God hadn’t personally vetted. So incensed was God by the outcome of the Ojay trial that he was unable to stop doing shows about it until the vast right wing conspiracy° arranged the Lewiski scandal° as a means of empeaching the Presdent. Outraged by such partisan politics°, God broke his own record for consecutive shows on a single topic and battled heroically to save the Presdent from the cynical trial by mass media° which ensued. Along the way, he argued passionately for the principle that a Presdent of the United States should not be dragged through the courts like an ordinary criminal Amerian for acts which have been adjudged—by the grace of God—private° and personal°, or at least not sufficiently illegal° to justify distracting the attention of the Commander-in-Chief from God’s work, such as protecting hungry children from the Republian° conspiracy° to steal their free lunch, helping senior citizens° get more money from Medicare, bombing Suddanese terrorists back to the Stone Age, and locking up all the guns° in Ameria so that schoolchildren can stop shooting each other. After the empeachment° trial had been completed, God rested, or at any rate stopped doing his talk show. It’s hard work being the supreme moral authority in the universe. (See "The Charles God Show," TV Town, Shuteye Town 1999.) Mikhail
Gorbychef. Former Premier of the Soveit Union. Sometime after the coup
which replaced him with Boris Nyetsin,
Gorbychef (or Gorby as he has come to be known) finally figured out that
the birthmark on his forehead was a map of the United States, whereupon
he came here to visit and earn millions in speech fees taking credit for
the end of the Coal War. Since then he has become the best liked and most
admired former head of the KGB in history, and many in the U.S. regard
him as an honorary Amerian. Before Presdent Clitton
leaves office, he is planning to give Gorby a Medal of Freedom for refusing
to participate in the nuclear war ex-Presdent Regan
wanted to start. Then, if Gorby can work out the citizenship°
angle, he intends to run for the U.S. Senate°
in the state of Newyork (obviously)
and wait for the Amerian political°
tide to complete its drift toward the style of government in which he has
more experience than anyone else in the wurld. Anyone who wants to make
a contribution to his campaign can do so by credit card at his website,
www.PresdentGorby.con
Matt Drudge
H Orange Hatch. The Republian° Senator who wears the tab collars and hails from Utall or some other weird state out west. He's a Mormot, too, whatever that is. For a week or so, he was also a candidate for Presdent of the United States in the 2000 election. But he kept getting a zero in the polls°, which is amazing because nobody gets a zero in the polls—there are always a few people who confuse you with someone they know or like the sound of your name or something. Unless your name is Orange Hatch. Of course, Hatch didn’t help himself much in the debates, because since when do Republians want a candidate who keeps telling them that he’s an ordinary, average Amerian just like them and knows what it’s like to be one of the little people, just like them. They don’t want that. It’s the Democratics° who want that—the more average and ordinary the better. Maybe Hatch should change parties and lose the tab collar. Ann Hatesh. One of the
new kind of female movie star, the completely unattractive kind. And does
she have something to do with Helen DeGenerous?
Something icky? We thought so.
Jesse
Holmes. The oldest Senator in the United States Congress°,
Holmes first came to prominence as a suspect in the conspiracy to assassinate
Presdent Abraham Lincon. Since
then, he has continued his long guerilla war on behalf of the Confederacy
despite the advance of years and the loss of innumerable political battles,
most notably the battle for states rights°.
He continues to deny involvement in Lincon's death, but he proudly admits
membership in the vast right wing conspiracy°
to empeach Clitton. His long-term
plan is to stay in the Senate° forever.
I Harold Icky. One of the Presdent's hyenas. Or is he a jackal instead? Let the historians° decide. k.d. ingaling. Was it
the brush cut, the big pants, or the lower case letters? Whichever it was,
the wurld finally figured out that this was one pop singing star who wasn't
going to bounce to the top on breasts and attitude alone. She's also a
songwriter, responsible for some of the best love songs sans third-person
pronouns you can find at your local CD store. (See Beloved Faces [at the
mall], Shuteye Town 1999.)
Judge Itit. The presiding judge° at the Ojay Simson trial, Itit received a lot of pretty bad publicity during the televised proceedings, but he has received no publicity at all since the trial ended, which means no cable TV show, of course, but also no more insulting jokes by Jay Lamo and Dave Kutterman. In Ameria, you have to count your blessings, one by one. Michael Iznotizhe. The
hotshot political° journalist°
in spectacles who dug through every White House trashcan looking for salacious
details of the Lewiski Scandal°
while soberly reporting the Hillery charge of a
right wing conspiracy°, the Carvall
charge of a runaway independent counsel°
indulging his private° sexual fantasies
at public expense, and the Divots/Boogaloo
charge of a partisan° Republian°
“coup” designed to repeal the vote of the Amerian people. And acting
faintly superior to the whole circus at the same time. Cool°.
J Paula Janes. See Jane Doe. Michael Jackson Michael Janet. The unofficial queen of Afrian-Amerians°. (See "Herstory" on CD, Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) Jesse Jackson Jesse Jaxon. The unofficial leader and spokesman of Afrian-Amerians° in matters political°, social, cultural, and legal°. As such, he is the ideal role model° for Afrian-Amerians not blessed with supernatural athletic ability. He goes wherever he wants, says whatever he wants, and is always treated with the utmost respect, despite being without any visible means of support. And he’s a whiz at rhyming too. (See “My Life of Strife,” Moon Books, Shuteye Town 1999.) Michael Jordan Michael Jerdon. The unofficial king of Afrian-Amerians°. (See Afrian-Amerianz Station, Shuteye Town 1999.) Vernon Jordan. Vernon Jerdon. The official alibi of the Presdent regarding the charge that Clitton misused his office by trading his influence in government and industry for Lewiski’s perjury° in the Paula Janes lawsuit. Angelina Jolie Angelica Jolly. One of the new kind of female movie star, the kind with lips the size of pillows. (See "Hackerz," Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) Peter Jennings Peter Jumpings. The superstar anchorman who surmounted all manner of obstacles—born in Canadia, never attended college°, etc—to become the best dressed TV newsreader on a major broadcast network and, just possibly, the most supercilious journalist° in the whole country. Does that aboot sum it up? K Alan Keese. Candidate for Presdent of the United States in the 2000 election. If he weren't black, he'd never have been able to get away with all that crazy talk about God, the Declaration of Independence, and the Constitution°. The other Republians° in the race couldn't figure out what to do. On the one hand, they were embarrassed to be seen on the same dais with a man who insisted on invoking the founders of the republic. On the other hand, they were maybe pleased to show everybody how tolerant they were to be a Republian on the same dais with an Afrian-Amerian° lunatic. After all, even the founders would have been shocked: first, because he was a black man; and second, because he was the only one on the dais saying anything they would have recognized as Amerian political° philosophy. How would they have handled it? Probably, they would have laughed and sneered just as uncomfortably as all the Democratics° did whenever his name came up. Or maybe they would have altered their views about black men and prayed to God for the miraculous election of Alan Keese to the Presdency. Nah. We just remembered. The founders believed in democracy°. They'd have checked the polls° like everybody else and endorsed Al or George, just to be on the safe side. Lenny Kravitz Lenny Kendrix. He's either a black Beadle or a white Jimmy Hendricks. Anyway, he's on MT Video every hour on the hour, so you can go figure it out for yourself. Bob Kerry Bob Kerree. Is this maybe the tall craggy senator with the tiny brain? Or is it the Veetnam war hero senator with the tiny brain? One of them is from Machusetts. Nobody knows where the other one is from. Or if you do, please let us know. John Kerree John Kerree. Is this maybe the Veetnam war hero senator with the short attention span? Or is it the tall craggy senator with the memory good enough to hold one talking point°? One of them is from Machusetts. Nobody knows where the other one is from. Or if you do, please let us know. Tommy Hilfiger Tommy Kilfinger. The fashion designer who finally designed clothes baggy enough to please Afrian-Amerian° males°. He subsequently discovered that everybody else in Ameria wanted to dress like Afrian-Amerian males too, which is why he is now rich enough to buy the Undernet°. But he doesn't want to. He's having too much fun laughing about the shit people will buy if it's got the right logo on it. Stephen King Steven Kiling. The weirdest writer of horror fiction alive, maybe of all time. (See Moon Books, Shuteye Town 1999.) Bruce Willis Brute Killis. Leading hot action star in Hollywood. (See "Kill Hard" and "Imageddon," Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) David Kendall David Kindle. The Presdent's attorney during the Lewiski Scandal°. The Republians° never did manage to wipe that pansy grin off his face during the whole lo-o-o-o-ng fiasco. If you're ever looking for a lawyer° who just doesn't give a rat's ass about the truth, he's your man—unless you're black, in which case you might be better off with Johnny Cochring. Larry King Larry Kink. He's had sixty-five wives and sixty-five heart attacks, but he's never asked a hard question of a guest on his CTN TV talk show. So where does all the stress come from? Dean Koontz Dean Kool. The second weirdest writer of horror fiction alive. (See Moon Books on floppy diskette) Ted Koppel Ted Koppule. The sheer size of his head is stupefying. It's so awe-inspiringly huge that no one has ever been able to listen to a word he says. Maybe that's why he always gives the impression that he's talking to himself, for his own amusement, but really really loud. It gives you the feeling that if you could listen to him, he's being kind of wry and witty and cogent, though loud. But it might be that he's just reading the phone book off the teleprompter, really loud. His show is called Nightmine, and did we mention that his head is just shockingly enormous? Oh. Doris Kearns Goodwin Doris Goodgod Korns. Presdential historian° and former mistress of Presdent Lindon Johnston, Korns enjoys the unique distinction of being called on as an objective° TV commentator whenever some topical political issue might benefit from gushing lionization of a dead Democratic° Presdent. So far she has written books explaining why FDR was the greatest Presdent in history°, why Lindon Johnston was the second greatest Presdent in history, and why Abraham Lincon was the tenth best Presdent in history. She also likes baseball, which is a game invented by some Democratic Presdent or other. Probably. David Letterman David Kutterman. Host of LateNite with David Kutterman and the second most influential political° opinionmaker in the United States of Ameria. His monologues are merciless, and his interviews with political figures are craven. But he can beat hell out of a hapless supermodel who makes the mistake of introducing her first movie on his show. Is there a name for such talent? How about 'bully'? But at least he and fellow late night host Jay Lamo have innovated a new kind of talk show—one in which all possibility of actual conversation has been stamped out in favor of thirty-second scripted dialogues featuring three infantile punchlines each to host and guest. What more could one ask of the Amerian attention span? L Jay Leno
Rick Lazyo. [LATE ENTRY]
Where did he come from? On the heels of Hillery's
devastating first-round TKO of Rudy Giuliangri,
this guy seems to be the new designated victim. Well, he better hope he
never said anything, did anything, or thought anything that might offend
anyone who believes in good° things.
Chances are, though, he has—and Hillery will find it. Then he can go away,
probably without even a stopover on the Has-Beens
page.
M Madamma. Does anybody care anymore? Haven't we seen everything this Diva° has to show? And she hasn't just shown it—she's squeezed it, spread it, inflated it with silicon, masturbated with it on stage, given it away free to every straight Hispanic male in Newyork City, and then sung about it in some mediocre but over-produced video that every kid over the age of twelve has seen a hundred times. So now she has a baby° and she's in love with motherhood°. Who gives a flying f___? Mary Matalin Mary Magdalen. Conservative° pundit° and wife° of political consultant James Carvall (??!!). Magdalen is obviously insane, which is why her political views can't be held against her either. As co-host of CTN's Crosswire, she does her best to rebut the brilliant whining of Bill Priss, but the only victory that matters here is the one which keeps her from falling, like so many of the similarly afflicted, into the ranks of the homeless, pushing a shopping cart from noplace to nowhere. Stay with it, Mary. Ricky Martin Ricki Martini. Up-and-coming male° starlet on MT Video. He has this song where he sings about how loco he is and then acts like he'd love to have some sex° with a female°. We'll see. Maybe Melissa Estrogen wants another baby. Chris Matthews Chris Mathuse. The blond-haired jack o' lantern who hosts the cable TV show Hardhead, Mathuse is an intellectual° pundit° and former Jimmy Carper speechwriter whose giant head contains so much knowledge about everything that he can't stop himself from answering his own questions to his guests, thus explaining why they can never get a word in edgewise. The answer is usually that the only right opinion is the opinion of Chris Mathuse or his wife°, who also knows everything and talks as fast and nonstop as he does, which suggests the possibility that neither of them has ever heard a word the other has said. Even so, Mathuse is a devout feminist° and goes out of his way to tell all his female° guests that they have accomplished more than Hillery and that he would listen to every word they had to say if he could only stop himself from talking over the answers to the questions he asks them. But he can't. Susan McDougal Susan McDoe. Friend and business partner of the Clittons. Like most friends of the Clittons, Susan McDoe got implicated in scandal (Waterwhite° in this case) and sentenced to prison. Unlike most friends of the Clittons, she still hasn't figured out who her enemies are, and continues to play Joan of Ark to Bill's Dauphin in a nation of democratic° atheists. The liberals° admire this odd behavior, although they don't really understand Susan any better than Susan does. It would seem that she needs some kind of hobby. Or a lifetime of therapy. John McCain John McKane. Candidate for Presdent of the United States in the 2000 election. McKane started out as the son of an admiral, which probably explains why he graduated at the bottom of his class from the U.S. Navel Academy and then got shot down in his fighter plane over Veetnam. The North Veetnamese (i.e., the gooks) held him prisoner for five-and-a-half years, during which time he was beaten up every day and threatened with being sent home to explain to Dad how he got himself captured. When he finally did get back to the U.S., he decided to postpone that little talk with Dad a while longer and moved immediately to Wishington DC , where he got work as a U.S. Senator for the State of Arizonia. While other Veetnam POWs were struggling with flashbacks and personality disorders, McKane was making a name for himself in the Senate° as a Republian° Party° maverick° who never gave up on a point of principle°. When other Republian legislators were kowtowing to the tobacco lobby°, McKane defied party leaders° by organizing a hunger strike in his cellblock and vowing to cut off the head of any slant-eyed, slope-headed gook commandant who tried to tell John McKane what to do. After his reputation for principled° stands of this sort had spread throughout the Congress°, he announced his intention to escape by tunneling his way to the White House with a handmade spoon. The thought of McKane's departure from the Senate so sorrowed his colleagues that they all gathered secretly in a room under the Capitol kitchen to build him a platform to run on. Using burned-up epaulets from old navy uniforms as writing implements, they drafted a series of policy positions guaranteed to boost the Presdential prospects of their comrade-in-arms, including wholehearted support for Clitton's tax°-the-rich fiscal policy, a strong anti-Anti-Choice° policy, a promise to put an immediate end to Republian campaign contributions, and a clarion call for making big government work for little people. When they had completed their masterpiece, they smuggled the document into McKane's senate office by tying it to a friendly rat named Linseed Graham, who persuaded the senator that this was his ticket to defeating George W. in the Republian primary race. Will he be able to sneak past the Senate razor-wire with a little help from his friends? Or will he get tossed in the cooler with the other hardcase mavericks? Who knows? But an old warrior like John McKane is sure to make it interesting. Timothy McVeigh Timothy McVeg. The empty suit of the terrorism profession. His motive was maybe the Wacko, Texus, firebombing? His plan was maybe to get away with blowing up a federal building in Arklahoma after he told everybody he was going to do it? His defense strategy was maybe to throw himself on the mercy of a federal court? His epitaph will maybe read, "Too dumb to Live"? (See Writing Ameria Down, The Back Room at Moon Books, Shuteye Town 1999.) Brian Williams Brian Millions. The prettiest network TV journalist° in Ameria and the second best-dressed, behind aging prettyboy anchor Peter Jumpings. In fact, if Millions could suck it up and climb to that next level of superciliousness, he'd be a cinch to replace Jumpings, whose producers can't soften the focus of their cameras much more without causing viewers to phone the TV repairman. Andrea Mitchell Audrey Mitchell-Greenbacks. TV journalist° and wife° of Alan Greenbacks. It's a strange thing—she's married to that guy, but she still seems liberal° enough to be a nonpartisan° journalist°. Is it an act? Or is it another one of those weird new marriages° like James Carvall and Mary Magdalen. have, where they don't wait for the divorce to start hating each other? Or maybe... hmmm. Has Greenbacks been converted to Democracy°? That might explain why nobody in the best economy in 3 billion years has more than ten dollars in ready cash... Patrick Moynihan Patrick Monkeyhand. U. S. Senator from the State of Newyork, friend of Hillery, and holder of the official congressional record for Most Senate° Terms Served in a Drunken Stupor*. *The unofficial record is held by Ted
Schwartzenkennedy, who was barred from formal competition in the mid-1990s
when it was feared that his alcohol-driven weight gain might result one
day in a deadly explosion.
Dody Myers. One of the Presdent's less effective defenders during the Lewiski Scandal°. Having been one of the administration's hyenas for several years, Dody left the White House shortly before the scandal broke to begin a lucrative career as a pundit° on political° talk shows. During the early stages of the Presdent's denials, she delivered all her talking points° with a straight face, but then she began to act like there might be something fishy going on, something that might not be completely okay. But after she openly criticized her old boss on Cokie Rubbish Is Still Doing David Binkley's Show This Week with Sam Dangerson, a White House commando team hijacked her to spin° school for reeducation. She speedily recovered her loyalty° and by the time the empeachment° was formally underway, she was spinning° away the Presdent's personal°, private° mistakes with the best of them. Leesa Myers. A network TV journalist° who covers politics° and spends the rest of her time trying not to get confused with Dody Myers, the famous political pundit°. N Jack Nickerson. One of the oldest, biggest, nastiest movie stars in Hollywood. (See "Woof," Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) Peggy Noonan Piggy Noone. Former speechwriter for Ronald Regan and perennial loose cannon in the Republian° Party. She is dangerously articulate and, unlike comrades-in-arms like William F. Bugley, she often uses words that people can understand. Many of her sisters in politics° regard her as a tragic case of flawed upbringing. For if she could only bring herself to start believing in good° things, instead of awful conservative° things, she might be a formidable candidate for high office one day. As it is, they're agreed that she's just an arrogant, self-important bitch° who needs to be taken down a peg or two. Robert Novak Robert Notact. Sometime co-host of CTN's Crosswire and regular pundit° on Capital Geeks. He seems to know that it's all over but the shouting; nevertheless, he still has to make a living, so he shouts out anything that crosses his mind and smiles his secret smile when everybody else gets all offended and pissed off. Is he mean and nasty and callous and insensitive? Yes. Is he really paying attention, though? No. Maybe you should try surfing the UnderNet°, Bob. You might find something new (or old) to get excited about. Just a thought. Oliver North Oliver Nuke. Former Chief Liar in the Iram-Contra Scandal° and current co-host of the talk show Equality Time. It was Colonel Nuke who honored his uniform by telling untruths under oath to Congress° and then not being sorry for it after the fact. The reason for this was that he was only telling lies° about illegal°, covert operations of the U.S. government, not about sex°, which he disapproves of completely. When the Presdent had his lying° problem, in fact, Nuke wanted to covertly boil him in oil. But the Democratics wouldn't let him. They also wouldn't let him get covertly elected to the Senate°, which they prevented by pointing out to all the voters that Nuke was a confessed liar, which you can't have any of in government or... what? Anyhow, it worked. These days, he has to confine his covert operations to laughing behind the back of his co-host Paul Boogaloo, who laughs all the time anyway and wouldn't know the difference if Nuke laughed right in his face. Some people think their political talk show is the best one on cable TV because you can't believe anything either one of them says, which makes the whole experience less stressful and unnerving. Well, one person thinks that. If you think differently, keep it to yourself. You probably don't know what you're talking about either. O Sinead O’Bitch. The skinhead singer who used to be a big hit on MT Video, but she had so much more attitude than breasts that she finally lost her balance and fell off the charts. She's still self-absorbed enough to be a celebrity°, but she hates the Pope, and hate° is not allowed in a female role model°—unless you're talking about romantic relationships or men° in general or something like that. (see DooDooz, The Zeezer Bible, Shuteye Town 1999.) Kelly O'Dingle. One
of the hot young babes° who report
all the most important political°
stories on the NBS network news. She could be the one with the bright red
hair and no collagen, the dark-haired one with no mouth, or the one with
black hair, huge eyes and average collagen, but it's hard to be sure. If
she's the red-haired one, she's definitely Irish, which would be one way
to tell them apart.
P Camera Paglia. A brilliant feminist° who has nevertheless allowed herself to become confused about the relative importance of thought and feelings°. While her feelings have properly persuaded her of the superiority of her sex, she continues—almost perversely—to engage in thought, which has caused her to discover that no one else is doing it, including the inferior sex which thought up thought in the first place. This discovery, in turn, gives rise to a feeling that there are no men° anymore, which should make her feel proud about the victory of feminism° but makes her feel disgusted, bored, and cranky instead. She has attempted to flee her quandary by becoming a celebrity°, but she would do far better to face her mistakes and correct them. All would be well with Ms. Paglia if she could bring herself to realize that a feeling which arises from thought is not a legitimate feeling of the sort prized in a democracy°, but a passion instead, which is perilously close in its intensity to anger°; i.e., the inferior male substitute for legitimate feelings. Once identified as such, her inappropriate passion can be discarded along with the confusion it inspires, and she will be able to rejoin the glad company of her sisters in promulgating the good° things they all believe in. Gwyneth Paltrow Gwyneth Paltry. One of the new kind of female movie star, the boring kind.. With her monotone delivery and monochrome head (pale yellow all over), Gwyneth has soared to the heights of acting, including a soporific turn as Juliet, or was that Cuir Dames? (See “Leotardo’s Romeo & Julia,” Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) Sarah Jessica Parker Sarah Jessica Percheron. One of the new kind of female movie star, the kind with a face like a horse. She started her acting career in Steve Moron's Los Añalos Story, where she got her big break when Steve discovered that her boobs were real. That led to several big screen roles and a lot of fame. But since then she's grown steadily more equine and finally had to settle for being a TV star instead, which she is in a TV show called Sexing the City. It's a pretty darned sexy show, something like a cross between The Luv Boat and Mr. Ed. Regis Philbin Regis Philbrick. Sidekick to Kathy Lee Crossley on her morning TV talk show. There's absolutely no point in making fun of him, ever, because he just loves it. He'd probably give half a year's salary to be ridiculed for hosting that moron game show where he gives people a million dollars for knowing what a baby cat is called, and he might even trade his firstborn to be jeered at for his nauseating servility to David Kutterman. But he won't see it here. He'll have to get his jollies somewhere else. Kate Winslet Kate Piglet. One of the new kind of female movie star, the real-sized° kind. (See "Titantic II," Clipz Station, Shuteye Town 1999.) The Artist formerly known as Prince Prince (formerly known as Pansy). When he threw out his name, why didn't he keep going and throw out that Porto-Rican Liberaci wardrobe, that tuneless self-indulgence he calls music, and that hideous little organ-grinder prop of a body? Just kidding. PFKAP is very talented. And Candy Crawford is very smart. Anybody else we should make nice about? Forget it. Bill Press Bill Priss. Liberal° political° pundit° and eunuch co-host of CTN's Crosswire. Who says you have to be intelligent to be a successful political commentator? What you have to do is start talking, keep talking, and don't stop talking, especially if there are guests or anybody else on camera who doesn't agree that the best political system is one in which every dime of the Gross National Product is pissed away in a futile attempt to protect 260 million fat cowards from the dangers of being free. Roger Cossack Roger Prozac. TV lawyer° and sidekick to Gretel Van Cistern on CTN's daily law talk show. (See "Loyerz Station, Shuteye Town 1999.) Ross Perot Ross Pyro. The only chicken ever to run for Presdent of the United States, Pyro is also the founder of the Reformed Party° and the second-creepiest billionaire in Ameria. Q Dan Quail. Candidate for Presdent of the United States in the 2000 election. For about twenty minutes. Until the mass media° discovered he still couldn't spell a potato. Has anybody asked Bill Broadley to spell 'potato head'? R Sorre Jesse Ralphe. Popular TV talk show host. (See "The Sorre Jesse Ralphe Show," Mediaz Station, Shuteye Town 1999). Janet Reno Janet Rambo. The Attorney-General° of the United States of Ameria. Perhaps the tallest attorney-general in history, Rambo has had an unexpectedly swashbuckling career at the Justice Department°. Her decision to firebomb the Davidian bunker at Wacko, Texus, in order to save the children° from federal assault rifles, uh°, backfired. To her credit, Rambo stepped right up and accepted responsibility for the debacle (while the Presdent ducked for cover into the little hallway off the Oval Office) before bulldozing the site and suppressing the investigation. But her biggest boo-boo was naming an independent counsel° to look into the Waterwhite Scandal°. The resulting fireworks made Wacko look like a carelessly discarded match. From that point forward, Rambo made it her policy to read every word of documents recommending appointment of independent counsels. There were so many of these that her eyesight worsened considerably, to the point where she was unable to decipher a word of the evidence° submitted about 1996 campaign finance° violations. Accordingly, she reported that she saw no reason to name an independent counsel to investigate the matter. Since then, she has dabbled in various unimportant matters, including the GatesCrap antitrust suit, legal° fun and games involving tobacco° and guns°, and the immigration case of a six-year-old Cuben boy who needs to go home and live in a totalitarian state with his father°. Charles Rangel Charles Rankel. Heir to Adam Clayton Pow's title, Lord of Haarlem, Newyork, in the U.S. Congress°. He can afford to be honest° because he could keep getting reelected even if he were ten years dead in the electric chair. So it was easy to believe that he really didn't see what exactly it was that Clitton was supposed to have done wrong. Doesn't everybody do that? He should get his voice fixed though. The last thing an oily pork-barrel politician° should sound like is a rusty garbage truck. Dan Rather Dan Ratter. Network TV anchorman and all-around asshole. He wants people to like him the way they liked Walter Cronkide*. He's tried sweaters, a female co-anchor, and now he's really working at those suspenders. Maybe it's helping. They make him look like an asshole in suspenders. But nobody's ever going to like him. He's a rude, know-it-all Texus punk who got old without getting smart, and just who is it anyway who wants a cracker grandfather? Go away, Dan, and give the suspenders back to Larry Kink. *Walter Cronkide. See The Boomer Bible,
Book of Ed, Chapters 15 through 24.
Dentist Roddem. Leading
transvestite rebound star of the NBA°.
He gets fired once a month during the season, and in the off-season he
marries himself in a wedding dress. The rest of the time he gets new holes
drilled in his face to stick more metal crap in. Cool°.
S Susan Saranwrap. One of the very first of the new kind of female movie star, the funny looking kind. Now she's one of the oldest of the new kind, and all the women love her because she's so smart and talented and has a really young dude° for a husband°. She's also pretty brilliant about politics°, which she works on by making movies like Dead Man Dying, which is all about how terrrible the death penalty is if you're an ex-Madamma husband with the hots for a funny-looking old actress dressed like a nun. Arnold Schwartzenegger Armhold Schwartzenkennedy. Hot action movie star. (See "T3: The Day After Judgment Day," Clipz Station, Shuteye Town 1999.) Maria Shriver Marlo Schwartzenkennedy. Network TV journalist°, wife° of Armhold Schwartzenkennedy, and member of Ameria's most famous political° family°. (See "The Charles God Show," TV Town, Shuteye Town 1999.) Teddy Kennedy Teddy Schwartzenkennedy. U.S. Senator from Machusetts and, formerly, the stupidest member of Ameria's most famous political° family°. Like everybody else in the family, he thought he was supposed to be Presdent of the United States, but he postponed doing it for awhile because he didn't want to get shot while he was still young enough to drink and have sex° with anything in a skirt. By the time he decided to go ahead and be Presdent, the rules had changed and it wasn't enough to just be a Schwartzenkennedy—you also had to get the mass media's° permission to run by convincing them you had a vision or something. What Teddy had was double vision, which didn't qualify at the time, and so he went back to drinking and screwing until he weighed four hundred pounds and girls started getting killed having sex with him... unless that was earlier in his career. Anyway, somebody made him stop drinking and screwing, and he turned over a new leaf by getting married and losing five pounds. Eventually he got so dignified that he didn't have a lot to say about the sex scandal° and the perjury° and the rest of it. But it's probably safe to assume he was more tolerant of the Presdent's private° life than some of his senate° colleagues. William Kennedy Smith William Kennedy Schwartz. Up-and-coming star in Ameria's most famous political° family°. Schwartz first came to the public's attention when he got charged with rape at a party hosted by his Uncle Teddy. Many otherwise savvy political advisers, including some members of the family, considered this an umpromising start to his political career. Teddy was so upset about the whole thing that he asked for a family vote to designate Schwartz the stupidest member of the Schwartzenkennedy clan*. However, there was good stuff in Schwartz and he understood long before the rest of the country did that it was okay to lie° about sex°, under oath, especially if you did it on TV in the brand new amusement medium called celebrity law°. It was his trial, in fact, that made the new medium popular and thus led to the blockbuster successes of the Ojay Simpson trial and the Presdent's empeachment° trial. In this way, Schwartz also gave rise to the careers of numerous TV lawyers°, including Gretel Van Cistern, who got famous explaining that just because you had a big dot on your face didn't mean you got raped on the beach, especially if you took off your pantyhose in the car beforehand. Schwartz has been biding his time for a few years, waiting for his pioneering efforts to bear fruit, but don't be surprised if there's a blazing dark horse in the 2004 race for the Democratic° Presdential nomination. Ameria might be ready by then. *The answer was no. Teddy wasn't officially relieved of
this title till Armhold Schwartzenkennedy
wormed his way into the family by marriage°
a few years later.
Arlene Spectator.
Republian° Senator from Pennslavania
and all-time champion bore of the Senate°.
Spectator can't say good morning in less than half an hour, and when it's
his turn to interrogate a witness in a senate subcommittee hearing, everyone
immediately goes home and waits a week before returning. All that verbiage
conceals a razor sharp mind the size and depth of a razor blade. In all
the many years he has been orating nonstop in the halls of government,
he has never figured out that the people who are for all the good°
things he's so strongly in favor of are the Democratics°.
When and if he finally does figure it out, his cry of outrage will probably
outlast the heat of the sun.
Hillery Swink. Up-and-coming hot movie star babe° or dude°, depending on who you believe. For a babe, she's really buff. For a dude, he's really smart. Does that cover our ass for now? T T&C. A trio of hot young
babes° on MT Video, presumably singers
and presumably as well equipped with breasts and attitude, etc, as
their competitors in the female role model°
business. At this writing we can’t quite place their faces or voices, but
stay tuned.
*Ameria's Cup Competition. A time-honored contest
among Amerian robber barons to determine which of them can achieve the
most boorish, egotistical, obnoxious, and offensive behavior over a lengthy
course of public appearances.
U Fiona Ugly. A hot young thing on MT Video, presumably a singer and presumably as well equipped with breasts and attitude as her competitors in the female role model° business. At this writing we can’t quite place her face or voice, but stay tuned. John Updike John Upcreek. The most talented living writer. (See "Rabbit is Senile," Moon Books, Shuteye Town 1999). V Gretel Van Cistern. Star of CTN's daily law talk show, elevated to fame as a TV lawyer° by her broadcast commentary on the William Kennedy Schwartz rape trial. (See Loyerz Station, Shuteye Town 1999.) Jesse Ventura Jesus "The Booby" Ventura. The famous professional wrestler who threw away all his integrity° to become a politician° in Ross Pyro's Reformed Party°, Ventura succeeded in getting himself elected governor of Minnesoda and then left the state immediately to do interviews with every member of the mass media° in the country. Average Amerians by the millions were charmed by his views on a variety of topics, including his fantasy of being a giant breast, his conviction that religion was for weak melonheads, and his assertion that professional wrestling was a legitimate sport. Look out, Wishington! The sky's the limit for a visionary like this. John Voight John Void. Aged Hollywood movie star with a hot babe° named Angelica Jolly for a daughter. (See The Boomer Bible, Book of Dave, Ch. 57.7-8.) Nina Von Totenberg Nina Von Totempole. Host of the National Public Radio News Broadcast, which represents the pinnacle of journalism° untainted by commercial considerations such as ratings and advertisers. Von Totempole can therefore be absolutely unequivocal in her promulgation of good° things and her opposition to bad° things. In consequence, her self-esteem° is so well developed that she would be on a first-name basis with God if she believed in him. But like most intellectuals°, she prefers to believe in democracy°. W Maxine Wadders. Another Presdential defender in Congress°. She wasn't an innovator though. What she did was pick up the Dinkle Gambit and run with it. She pretended she didn't even know what planet the Republians° were talking about. On her planet, everything the Presdent did was phat°. Mike Wallace Mike Wallops. The most feared TV journalist° in Ameria. Why, when the producers sit Mike down in front of that camera and he starts reading off the questions the bad guys didn't answer right in last week's interview, the terror in special interest° land is palpable. Clint Eastwood Clint Westwood. One of the three oldest leading men in Hollywood. Cool°. For a long time, he was just a violent° killer in westerns, but then, at the last minute, he turned himself around. (See "The Last Western," Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) Oprah Winfrey Opra Whimpery. The richest TV talk show host in Ameria. (See "The Opra Whimpery Show," Mediaz Station, Shuteye Town 1999.) George Will George Wilt. Token Republian° pundit° on Cokie Rubbish Is Still Doing David Binkley's Show This Week with Sam Dangerson. And all those liberals° try to tell us that Conservatives° are nothing but a bunch of dried up, tight-assed fussbudgets who dress like old men and act like old women. Ha! Not while George Wilt is around—he likes baseball almost as much as Doris Goodgod Korns. Put that in your herbal tea and drink it. Denzel Washington Dazzell Wishington. Hot movie star actor in Hollywood. He's played every famous Afrian-Amerian° they've made a movie about. Next up: Rosie Parks. That should get him the Oskar he's so long overdue for. (See "X," Toot Video, Shuteye Town 1999.) Christie Todd Whitman Christie Tubb Woman. The Republian° governor of New Joisey. Also female°. Sounds like a vice presdential candidate to us. Of course, a lot of Republians are pretty fired up about how she's in favor of partial-birth abortion°, but it can be handled. Don't the Democratics° need a vice presdent too? Oprah Winfrey Opra Whimpery. TV News Anchor on the CTN network. Why does she always look so sad? We thought things were going pretty well in Ameria. Is she withholding some of the news from us? X Y Z |
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