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04/20/2017 · 7:30 pm

I Never Liked You: 2 Live Crew

Can I let you in on a little secret?

Nobody actually likes 2 Live Crew. They stank. They were the kind of fraud that today, would be secretly sponsored by George “Fuck Everything Good” Soros. 2 Live Crew was just garbage.

I don’t know what a “puxxy” is, but I bet if you popped one, it would make a bad smell.

It was humiliating to stock, sell or even see 2 Live Crew albums in the record store. As soon as a customer brought one to the counter, you knew there would be a problem. The customer was always under 18, and thus forbidden to purchase the music; no one older than 18 cared about it. If they enjoyed rap, they had already moved on to something actually good.

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Tagged as 1980s, 1990s, 1994, 2 Live Crew, Andrew Dice Clay, Bling Bling, censorship, Dr. Dre, Eazy-E, fake rap, Full Metal Jacket, hip hop, Luther Campbell, Miami, N.W.A., Outkast, parental advisory labels, PMRC, rap, sellouts, Snoop Doggy Dogg, whores

04/07/2017 · 10:39 am

The Legend of Dickie Goodman

From BIUL III.

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Tagged as "Weird" Al Yankovic, 1950s, 1970s, 1977, 1989, 1999, Back To The Future, Bands I Useta Like, corporate crap, Dickie Goodman, Don Imus, Dr. Demento, Jack Davis, music, New Jersey, radio, sellouts, Star Wars, strips, suicide, The Phantom Menace, whores

04/03/2017 · 12:29 pm

BIUL Goes Fourth

The fourth and cruelest month of our Current Year has brought a precious dividend; Bands I Useta Like IV!

Available NOW- click here, or the identical link at right!

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Tagged as 1970s, 1980s, 1987, 1990s, 2017, Bands I Useta Like, comix, corporate crap, CRAZY magazine, despair, laughter, Mike the Pod, music, National Lampoon, sellouts, strips, suicide, underground, Zap

03/27/2017 · 1:37 pm

Signature Moves

Why is Walt Disney’s signature on Star Wars?

Look, kids! Vague, controllable versions of things you love! Signed by a corpse who had no part in any of it! BUY BUY BUY!!!

Not just his name; his signature. As though he was the architect of its design. Walt Disney created Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck, right? Tinkerbell, sparkly glitter, and magic castles. Horrible TV-movies every Sunday. That’s Walt Disney. Around 1980, I was into Star Wars to get away from all that corny shit.

Now you’re telling me it’s Walt Disney’s property?

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Tagged as 1940, 1940s, 1970s, 1972, 1977, 1980, 1980s, Attack of the Clones, Carrie Fisher, corporate crap, Disney, Ernie Fosselius, George Lucas, Hardware Wars, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, Lemmings, Mark Hamill, Mickey Mouse, movies, Return of the Jedi, Revenge of the Sith, sellouts, Star Wars, The Empire Strikes Back, The Matrix, The Phantom Menace

03/05/2017 · 8:55 am

The Face of Kellyanne

Last year, all I wanted to do was crack jokes about Hillary Clinton’s ever-smug face. Her daughter Chelsea, too. Throw in that awful Debbie Wasserman Shultz, and you’ve got a trifecta of ghoulish visages I was literally salivating to goof on. Caricature unflatteringly, at the least.

And I didn’t.

I didn’t make fun of the women at the Trump rally, either. I couldn’t; they were all attractive, and could possibly have shamed me as a man.

While the entire media industry decided to make fun of Donald Trump’s face, like a bus full of second-graders, I didn’t stoop to their level. And oh, they had a field day. They’re still doodling him as an anus, or a Cheeto. I’ve seen that illustration of Trump as a shit-spattered baby so many times I could forge it from memory.

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Tagged as 2016 election, 2017, breasts, Denis Leary, Donald Trump, Ghostbusters, Hollywood, Iron Maiden, Kellyanne Conway, laughter, Patton Oswalt, Playboy, political correctness, politics, Saturday Night Live, sellouts, whores, women, YouTube

03/03/2017 · 12:02 am

A Toast To Absent Friends

Imagine if legendary and revered comedian Bill Hicks hadn’t died in 1994.

Some people believe Alex Jones is really Bill Hicks. I am not among them.

What if- just hear me out- he supported Trump in 2016? How would that make you feel about him? What if he’d gone “right-wing”, pre- or post-9/11? Would he still be referenced in Tool songs?

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Tagged as 1970s, 1980s, 1983, 2012, 2016 election, 2017, 9/11/01, Al Franken, alternative comedy, Bill Hicks, Bill Murray, comedy, Comedy Central, Craig Kilborn, Dan Ackroyd, Donald Trump, Elvis Costello, Harris Yulin, Jane Curtin, Jon Stewart, Laraine Newman, laughter, movies, Phil Hartman, political correctness, pre 9/11, Sarah Silverman, Saturday Night Live, sellouts, stand-up comedy, The Daily Show, Tom Davis, Tool, Trevor Noah, Vincent D'Onofrio, whores

02/25/2017 · 11:01 am

Dear Bubble People

Wanna make sure I never watch your movie or show?

Title it “Dear White People”.

Scrub away guilt!

I won’t touch it. I don’t respond well to condescension. I could contract full-blown AIDS, “Dear White People” could have the cure, and I’d die happily, blissfully ignorant, broth bowl in hand, tumbling to the linoleum with a smile.

Any white person who would willfully watch something titled “Dear White People” is fearful of people who aren’t white. Period.

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Tagged as 2010s, 2016 election, 2017, Atlas Shrugged, Dear White People, Donald Trump, Hollywood, jail, Marvel, Netflix, Peter Jackson, political correctness, Saturday Night Live, sellouts, Shia LaBeouf, The Simpsons, whores

02/22/2017 · 5:00 pm

Pet Ophelia

WARNING! WARNING! WEIRD AREA AHEAD!

The closest I ever got to molested was when I was eighteen.

(Art: Dave Gibbons)

I was walking to Fair Lawn late at night, to cause trouble. I was thinking about Rorschach, the masked psychopath from Watchmen. An overweight creep with glasses stuck a tiny knife in my back, herded me behind a border of hedges, and tried to force me down on the ground.

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Tagged as 1990, 2017, breasts, corporate crap, Family Guy, John's Arm: Armageddon, movies, New Jersey, political correctness, sellouts, Sin City, The Simpsons, Venture Bros., Watchmen, whores

02/09/2017 · 12:10 pm

Sponge

Oh boy, it’s “Song”, from “Band”! How exciting!

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Tagged as 1978, 1990s, 1991, 1995, 1996, 1997, 1999, Alec Baldwin, alternative music, Bands I Useta Like, Candlebox, Chevy Chase, corporate crap, Detroit, Donald Trump, Filter, GG Allin, Hipgnosis, Kim Basinger, Madonna, music, Phil Hartman, R. Budd Dwyer, Rick Wakeman, Robert Patrick, Saturday Night Live, sellouts, Sony, Sponge, Stabbing Westward, Terminator 2: Judgment Day, Vinnie Dombroski, whores, WORK, Yes

02/08/2017 · 3:16 pm

The Commoditization of Emotional Discovery

Feel like crying?

There’s an entire genre of movies, TV shows and music, explicitly designed to mollify you in your time of emotional distress. Plus, there’s a contrived ending that tells you everything’s okay. Or not. It’s basically sadness porn, after all.

Feel like laughing? Same deal. Entire blocks of television programming are devoted to laughter, loaded with disparate commercials for unhealthy items and services. You can “binge-watch” every stand-up special a comedian has produced, and then argue about a decrease in their edge, on the Internet. Isn’t that fantastic?

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Tagged as 2010s, comedy, corporate crap, Deadpool, Donald Trump, Francis Ford Coppola, GoBots, Hamilton: The Musical, Internet, Jim Carrey, laughter, Mark Millar, Martin Scorcese, McDonald's, Michael Bay, movies, music, political correctness, pop music, Rob Liefeld, Ryan Reynolds, sellouts, SJWs, smartphones, stand-up comedy, Superman, The Oscars, Transformers, trigger warning, Twitter, whores

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