Contest: This Essay Needs A Title

Something a little more creative than “Caption This Essay” which was the best that I could think up would be good.

If you’re any good at thinking up the best the you can think up please do your best to think of the best title you can think up, and leave it in a comment below if you want ponies. Ponies are good, so I’m told.

Rec’s are even better.

There is no prize, btw. Except just ponies that you’ll get a huge ego boost from and get to walk around feeling deservedly smug and superior for awhile.

There are no rules either.

And that’s only rule number 1. Rule number 2 is you must follow all the rules or the local gang of purity trolls will make your life hell for 5 seconds. So it’s good to follow the rules.

Rule number 3 is that I have no idea what the hell I’m talking about here, and neither do you by now, and if you think you do then you’re probably as delusional as me and you probably really need to read Schizophrenia and You instead of this stupid essay:

Barky Obama

He died for our sins

For those who can master it, it’s a fine way to see the world. You get secret messages from the radio, TV, and most movies. You know God personally (so you don’t need Jesus as a go-between). The best ones can maintain their powers despite medication. Did you ever wonder about the existence of ghosts and angels and demons? Somebody had to have seen them, right? Now you know.

It begins for some when the trees start telling you their names. The flowers sing an inane little song like a children’s song that threatens to drone on indefinitely. There is another world, and it may contain well-organized squirrels. That famous karate guy doesn’t exist in the other world. But there’s plenty of paranoia to go around.

Gratuitous Image: And he went ‘WAP!’ with a bat on the head of the baby puppy after it had looked at him with those big adorable eyes.

Just because you think there’s a conspiracy or someone’s out to get you doesn’t mean it’s not true. But there are peculiar psychic fields around hospitals that keep conspirators and murderers out for the most part. The maintenance of this field is the reason you’re not supposed to use cell phones in the wards themselves. Why don’t people figure this out? Because unlike in the movies, murderers and conspirators are stupid.

You would think that the ability to see angels, demons, and ghosts would give you special powers. Well, it doesn’t. You can’t usually talk to them. I prefer the plants. They speak clearly and use small words so the slower ones among us can follow. Unfortunately, most people aren’t even listening.

And that’s the overarching problem of the human condition in 2009 as I see it.

Most people not only aren’t even even listening, but most people weren’t even even listening, and I keep running into this problem where I don’t have any idea (again) what the hell I’m talking about.

And if you think you do then you’re in for a nasty shock, because so far this has been the best part of this title-less essay.

It’s get much worse on the flip.

There is a Wikipedia. And there is a Conservapedia.

And THEN, THEN, there is The Uncyclopedia.

No, no, not the Unicyclopedia. The Unicyclopedia is the official encyclopedia of Unicycles. It has all the information on unicycles that you will (n)ever need, but you’ll only ever need that kind of unbiased information if you’re a clown.

Although, come to think of it, maybe Barky Obama needs that. And don’t even think about WAP!’ing the Gratuitous Image above. The Secret Service and the Purity Patrol (think F-Troop) both read your mind through your internet connection and they’ll be on your ass before you know what hit you if you even think about WAP!’ing the Gratuitous Image above.

But you should know, not from the left biased Wikipedia or from the right wingnut Conservapedia, but from the really and truly unbiased center (r-i-i-i-g-h-t!) Uncyclopedia, who this Barky Obama guy really and truly is, deep under the surface where reality lies:

Election as President

Despite a radical voting record during his cameo appearance in the Senate, Obama gained a centrist reputation by behaving identically to most other senators: promptly using his post as a stepping-stone to higher office (of which there is exactly one) despite having told Illinois voters he would complete his term. This gambit let Obama show his virtuosity at deflecting accusations, most often with the claim that his promises are “old news” and his accusers are old-fashioned, are bought off by industry, and cling to guns. If you had to do it that often, you’d get good at it too. But Obama never approached the masterful response of his party’s last President: “Well, I meant it when I said it.”

His message of “hope and change” mesmerized American voters. He famously promised Joe the Plumber that he intended to “share the wealth” and return it “to its rightful owners,” usually meaning the audience for that day’s speech. Even Joe was convinced that his earnings could be better spent helping “the guy on his way up after you”; and he became Obama’s Ohio campaign manager and, later, a black Muslim.

Ultimately, “hope and change,” apart from the obvious fact that Obama was not Bush, became hard to flesh out. But ridicule worked as perfectly as ever, and Obama’s opponent was nothing if not ridiculous. Obama defeated the cranky old guy with 53% of the vote, something oddly referred to as a landslide and a mandate to correct America’s perennial defect of not having enough bureaucracy.

After his inauguration, Obama firmly spread the word of hope and change to all walks of life, and to all peoples in all nations, so that we may prosper under his warming, glowing, warm glow.

Many Republican opponents suspect Obama’s victory is to blame on the use of brainwashing machines. Liberal scientists explain these strange phenomena in the sky as being weather balloons. The general public wonders why weather balloons look so freakin’ weird these days.

Cementing of power

With the American people lulled into a sense of security, Obama passed the Enabling Act of 2010 through Congress.  Although this bill severely limits the authority of Congress, waterboarding.  After the drowning death of Mike Huckabee, the remaining holdouts fell in line quickly.  With the interfering voices of the American people out of the way, Obama was able to concentrate on consolidating his power which was really Obama’s biggest priority, he could freely dispose of Joe Biden in the most amusing way possible (he experimented with dummies for a while about this, and he eventually decided on stuffing him with fruit like a chicken until he burst).  He concealed Biden’s disappearance with elaborate cover stories claiming Biden was unavailable for public appearances because he was too busy overseeing wasteful government programs.  President Obama instated Barack’s Domain of Sexy Monitors (BDSM for short), the public face of which was spiffy little pictures of the man himself hanging on walls in public places, with eyes that follow you around as you pass by. As an added bonus and source of revenue he began to sell “mini-Baracks”, desk-top bobble-heads of the President equipped with miniature digital cameras concealed in the head, that you can put anywhere: the dinner table, your desk at work, your car, your bathroom, your bedroom, anywhere, so he can watch you while you eat/work/drive/crap/masturbate/plot against him.  President Obama then turned his attention to national security.  Any person caught speaking ill of the President or determined to be threats to society are rounded up and placed in detention centers.  Free thinkers and dissenters are not tolerated under the new regime of Barack Obama’s watchful gaze.

The Rascals

I Ain’t Gonna Eat Out My Heart Anymore


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    • Edger on December 13, 2009 at 17:06

    Every so often this picture screams “Hope and change” and shoots fire out of its mouth. There’s that black suit/white background contrast again.

    Caption this essay will you? Put me out of my misery.

    Music wouldn’t hurt either, since it’s Saturday.


  1. Now where are the ponies?

  2. “What the Fuck man they told me the streets were were paved with gold but all I see is a road of shit and my dog left me and my my wife/husband/girlfriend/byfriend traded me in on a blow up doll….”

    Just sayin….

  3. before I lose my minds.

    I’ll take a baby pony – unwapped please.

  4. What makes you think any of us are really talking to, exchanging ideas with real actual live breathing people?  I, like you have a computer and we type away.  It goes five or six hops to get to something called the internet and then to this place we call docudharma but how do you really know.  In 1992 I had an interesting conversation with a NASA AI robot at a trade show.  Yup, 1992, robot, AI, conversing with a machine.

    And to the rest of my NSA surveillance staff…..1.21 gigawatts, gotta tune my flux capacitor and beam it right back at ya baby.

  5. … for the New World Order.

  6. dude, where’s my reality?

    dude, where’s my sanity?

    or, better still:

    • Miep on December 15, 2009 at 10:27

    my OCC caption; “Mamma Said There’d Be Days Like This.”

    Much more suitable here.

    • Miep on December 15, 2009 at 11:00

    the extent to which y’all get peculiar around here when posting, is indirectly proportional to my anxiety about doing so.

    I thanks you for this.


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