Thursday, August 25, 2011

This World is Lacking in True Character(s)

When 65-year-old Francis Chichester set sail on his solitary eastward journey around the world in 1966, many believed he wouldn't return alive. But when the old man returned nine months later, he had made history's fastest circumnavigation.

-Gipsy Moth Circles the World, Francis Chichester

Preach On Norman, Preach On

"Au cas où certains d’entre nous seraient parfois guettés par une tendance à la généralisation excessive sur les juifs, légitiment exaspérés qu’ils seraient par le racket moral et financier dont notre peuple est victime depuis des décennies, cette vidéo leur fera le plus grand bien. Norman Finkelstein y dit ses quatre vérités à une descendante des rescapés de la « Shoah » venue tenter de justifier sa haine avec ses larmes de crocodile. Un grand moment!"

Monday, August 22, 2011

This Rant Never Gets Old

Wearing Your Collar Down is for Poor People
By I.M. Adick, III
When my ancestors came over to this great country 400 years ago, they had a vision for a utopia, free from minorities, liberals, poor people, homosexuals, and immigrants. There are few today who share such lofty ideals, but we're easy to find: Pastel polo shirts, loafers without socks, tucked-in shirts, but most importantly, collars up.
Call me a douchebag. Call me an arrogant little cocksucking dickhead. Beat the shit out of me if I'm not with fifteen of my B-frat friends (unlikely). But just know this: I interned at Smith Barney this summer. Where did you work? A Blockbuster? That's right you insignificant sack of dogshit; I'm going to be your boss. So take your t-shirt wearing, financial aid, blue-collar ass over to Blockbuster and get me a copy of Old School. Do you even own a tuxedo?
Look at my girlfriend. You think she'd go for someone who didn't have his collar up? I don't think so. I remember the night I met her. I bought her so many $9 drinks she couldn't even walk. So I drove her home in my BMW 328ci, but not before I took a few "liberties" with her. The next morning I took her to brunch and went to the mall, where I bought her some blouses. You assholes don't know the first thing about being a gentleman. You probably don't even know how to sail.
When I get out of business school, I'm going to be making $120,000 a year. Add that to my trust fund, and I can buy a country club membership, a ski house, and still have enough money to go barhopping around the city in my designer clothes and shit-eating grin. Maybe I'll offer you a hundred bucks to flip my collar up for me. I earned it you middle-class fuck up. I bet you went to public school.
You're so predictable. I bet I can guess your political party just by looking at you. My cronies and I range from elitist northern liberals to heartless conservative bastards. I've wasted enough time with you. Get some rich parents, an internship, and a pink polo with the collar up, and then maybe I'll let you hang out with me.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Ready for Autumn

Never been much for the pocket square though, too affected for my tastes.