Sunday, July 20, 2008


The first beer I ever had was a Red Dog. I was 16 and at a high school party I didn't particularly go to. I wasn't a drinker, but someone handed me a beer. I grabbed a straw from the kitchen and nursed the beer through it for a good two hours before I left and sat the bottle down to flatten on the Formica counter top. From what I remember, Red Dog tasted like a banana.

Someone also told me the dog's face looked like Batman performing oral sex on a woman.


Been a while.
Ronald Reagan with Elvis hair, a lasso, bolo tie, cowboy boots, western shirt and a big silver belt buckle. Standing on a pile of either jelly beans, Easter eggs or in a ball pit. Is it still satire if it's entirely accurate? And if it makes conservatives jizz their sweater vests?

Monday, June 23, 2008


Hillary Clinton, who, in this picture, looks a little like Golda Meir, was running for president. She is no longer running, but her campaign will live on in the lungs of every man, woman and child who lights up a Pall Mall with this delightful lighter. Bill's hiding behind her, poking his head out, most likely looking for some high-class trim and an apple is floating above her, like a crisp, refreshing UFO. Also, the word "pawing" is misspelled as "pawning", making it seem as though she doesn't want reporters hawking her papers for booze money.
Also, when was the last time she used "Rodham" in her name like it says on the lighter? I just realized that. Maybe she just wants to get the the "Clinton" faster.

Saturday, June 21, 2008


This appears to be just a stupid political lighter for people who aren't big fans of satire. George Bush is apparently in the process of ferociously raping and beating an elephant to death on the White House lawn. That's all well and good. It's dumb enough for me, but that's not where it stops. It gets stupider.

This lighter has a pull out sheet of thin plastic with famous quotes from George W. Bush. Things like, "I think we agree, the past is over." I don't know how they shoved it in there. I do like that I now own a lighter that works on the same basic principle as a tape measure.


"This is a battery, my friend. Oh. No. This is a lighter."


With a frown and a heavy heart, my tobacconist said, "This, my friend, is last funny," and handed me the red-eyed, robot-handed dinosaur.


The owner flicked down the head, looked at me with wide, crazy eyes, and said at the top of his hashish-ravaged lungs, "Mooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"