Jamboree 'Slow Cook' 2005
Jamboree 'Slow Cook' 2005
The headlines on USA today read, Hundreds of Boy Scouts fall ill from heat at Jamboree and in the accompanying photo a beefy scout master clad in a bright red shirt, forest green shorts, a similar shade of red socks and white tennis shoes helps soldiers haul a boy scout to a near by military base's hospital.
The story describes how roughly three hundred boy scouts gathered in a field in Bowling Green, Va. to await the arrival of our fearless president. Three hours later the slow-cooking sun started to melt through the thin candy shell and the boy scouts and they started dropping like flies. Concurrent with the evacuations and the feint smell of bacon, the president decided to postpone his visit because of the threat of thunderstorms and high winds. In other words, screw the kids and the three hours of their lives that they just pissed away, screw the ones being carried away on a stretcher. It might rain. What could happen if the Fuhrer got wet (thank you Stanley Kubrick)?
What I really want to know is not why the president was so afraid of wind and rain when 300 kids were willing to endure it. I want to know what happened to these kids in that military hospital. Did anyone see village of the damned? If you did, you know exactly what can happen when our children turn against us. Imagine the subliminal possibilities of your 8 year old son telling you how much he loves "That swell old chap, Mr. Bush" and how he wishes there were some way to keep him in office forever. With all the idiots mortgaging their house to buy their kids the newest pastel-colored piece of crap with an apple logo affixed, imagine what they would do to accommodate their son's new-found political ideas. I can hear the SUV conversations now. "Who cares if Bush becomes the last president of the US, at least Oliver will stop crying himself to sleep at night because he fears that the proliferation of democracy might not take."
I'm not going anywhere with this, evident by the way I choose to end this post. Check out APC's Counting Bodies and enjoy.
The headlines on USA today read, Hundreds of Boy Scouts fall ill from heat at Jamboree and in the accompanying photo a beefy scout master clad in a bright red shirt, forest green shorts, a similar shade of red socks and white tennis shoes helps soldiers haul a boy scout to a near by military base's hospital.
The story describes how roughly three hundred boy scouts gathered in a field in Bowling Green, Va. to await the arrival of our fearless president. Three hours later the slow-cooking sun started to melt through the thin candy shell and the boy scouts and they started dropping like flies. Concurrent with the evacuations and the feint smell of bacon, the president decided to postpone his visit because of the threat of thunderstorms and high winds. In other words, screw the kids and the three hours of their lives that they just pissed away, screw the ones being carried away on a stretcher. It might rain. What could happen if the Fuhrer got wet (thank you Stanley Kubrick)?What I really want to know is not why the president was so afraid of wind and rain when 300 kids were willing to endure it. I want to know what happened to these kids in that military hospital. Did anyone see village of the damned? If you did, you know exactly what can happen when our children turn against us. Imagine the subliminal possibilities of your 8 year old son telling you how much he loves "That swell old chap, Mr. Bush" and how he wishes there were some way to keep him in office forever. With all the idiots mortgaging their house to buy their kids the newest pastel-colored piece of crap with an apple logo affixed, imagine what they would do to accommodate their son's new-found political ideas. I can hear the SUV conversations now. "Who cares if Bush becomes the last president of the US, at least Oliver will stop crying himself to sleep at night because he fears that the proliferation of democracy might not take."
I'm not going anywhere with this, evident by the way I choose to end this post. Check out APC's Counting Bodies and enjoy.
posted by Seg at
2:29 PM
1 Comments:
like tumbler and tipsy days hopefully we will remain in high spirits. well, good day
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