Scene 1:

Int. Prison. Day

Some chick fresh outta high school depantses some jerkoff, another teeny-bopper gets the snapshot on-line ---- and next thing, all the ANGRIES are Bug-Eyed and Frothing at the Mouth as they Scream to bring the government down....

Scene 2:

Ext. City Street. Day

A Mob of Bug-Eyed, Frothing ANGRIES tear down an Embassy next to a Mid-East deli after publication of the Great Sky God's snarling mug...

Scene 3:

Int. Living Room. Night

A Mob of Bug-Eyed Frothing ANGRIES at a pinocle table spit fire at a TV explaining $howman de Palma's explanation of his depantsing uniformed teeny-boppers for Fun & Profit $$$

Scene 4:

Int. Salon.Com. Day

A Mob of Bug-Eyed,Frothing-at-the-Mouth ANGRIES go Cukoo-Birds about their Fellow ANGRIES going Cukoo-Birds over another Cukoo-Bird depicting an Enemy Cuckoo-ANGRY poking some Bird for not being a True-BlOOded American BlOOger by giving the Bird to the True Blue American flag that represents ... us all.

Wonderful Theater !! -- Pass the popcorn, Brian.

--- Rosie O'Donnel & Ann Coulter perform a Tophat, Cane & Tuxedo Duet of "MY LITTLE BUTTERCUP" on BROAD Way.

One chilly autumn evening, about a year before he was found nude and blue in a grimy Baltimore back alley and placed in a hospital where he passed away after ranting at the phantom Maurice Sendek cartoons dancing on the walls ... Edgar Poe stood before a Manhattan audiance and proceded to explain away everything that ever was as what he termed, "a dream within a dream."

He called his windy 1848 Trestise on reality, "EUREKA" .. I found it. (indeed, it is windy -- i found a copy, before disecting its winds)

What was discovered, insisted the poet, Mister Poe, was the factual conclusion, said he, that the "Universe" is nothing more that a poem --- and indeed, a perfect Poem at that --- hence the Uni Verse.

But his cosmic understanding went far beyond that .. for you see Mister Poe saw reality as relativity as it related to the atom --- and although a Wordsmith Extraordinare, he simply was born at the wrong moment in time to Explain himself.

Mister Poe's fellow science collegues at the New York Society Library walked out during his windy 2 hour lecture, leaving behind nothing but a universe of crickets in their wake.

Its too bad. Mister Poe's theory went along the lines of something like .... well, something relating to ...

Well, as he attempted to explain it ... the Universe is not unlike a capped bottle of seltzer water. There's a Big Shakeup .. a Big Bang ... an explosion of Bubbles (us) that in time disapate .. into nothing ... into a black nothingness.

UNTIL .. comes along another Big Shakeup --- a renewed universe. All different, yet all the same. Mister Poe died in abject poverty without a penny to his name. He was thereafter readily dismissed as an idiot.

Then comes ---- SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN (May 2003, May 2004, etc issues) that explain our repeating parallel universes in a manner that the Wordsmith and his doppelganger botched, little-time.

Propaganda is Everywhere.

Just turn the channel ---

Movie Starlets Selling smelly junk

Switch again ...

Neanderthals Selling insurance.

And to another channel ...

Oblama Whatshisface selling Wonderfulness

then Hop on-line ... and discover ...

Some l Boogers are Propagating their Prejudices

hey,

There's nothing too difficult to understand about Propaganda.

It ain't no dirty word. its a nothing, sterile word.

To Propagate is Propaganda.

People Propagate Propaganda.

People's children are nothing more than zygotian-chunks of Propaganda which Said Propagators Propagated one snuggly night when the lights were out.

Which leads to the only sane conclusion being propagated in this chit-chatty-session ...

The Propagandists Reading These Lines are Propaganda.

So leave Brian alone... he understandses that it aint a serile world.

no denzil is he ...

alongside bush junior and howdie dootie he looks to be the perfect Triplet ...

outta 280 million blokes ... where do these guys pop up outta ??

in the last election the dongkey party got some ding-dong that came across as a facsimile of herman munster's twin little brother ---

and ....

EVERYBODY that READS these lines

[IF they've an inteligance quotiant beyond 137]

WILL SEE what a CLOWN WITHOUT MAKE-UP looks like

each & everytime

they see another pfoto of

HILLARY CLINTON --

for all eternality and thereafter

theend

is 'race' dieing ?

no, it'snot --- the race is still on

just check the Enterprise's Starlog febuary 2416 ...

after several centuries of mysoginizing each other down there we stills gots mister sulus , guys wit blarny accents , african-earthlings .... and the skipper (he's the white guy)

you peoples are stOOpid ... cant you see he 's just funnin wit you

he's WHITER than the bars in de american flagg

read the vocabularys he useses ..

'audacity ' pathalogys ' rascism ' jerymanering ' what ' Dna '

whitemens invented these words.

so he/she is either white or an inposter OR ...

he's a stealerer

whateverhaveyouthecase ...

maybe he'd feel better if he went to the corner and sucked his thumb till he felt beteter

so leave him alone everybodey

Tawana Brawley was a fascist too -- so what ? she just didn't wear her pride on her sleeve like all the Angries in this Room.