Power To Our Glorious Party! - Tue. January 20, 09
POWER TO OUR GLORIOUS PARTY!
Bubble up, mein comrades, bubble up!
Let the shampain of our state-run vintners overflow the brims of our plastic regulation glasses. Tonight we herd and mob together to celebrate (INSERT NUMBER HERE) years of musical rectitude and higher moral fiber. Let me remind all of you what that great ancient teacher, Charles Dolphin, wrote in his unquestionably awesome tome, THE ORIGIN OF FECES. Dolphin wrote (and I quote): “The Freak shall inherit the Earth.”
What does this mean? It means nothing less and nothing more than what it does. That is, to say, in the great and technologically efficient cold war of life and of the future and of future life as such there may be, it all comes down to THE SURVIVAL OF THE FISHIEST.
Think on it, dear inquiring comrade fishhead friends, think on it! No use in turning up your nose at the fact: there’s always something fishy going on. That’s right. It’s just like you always suspected. There’s always something fishy going on. The feckless freak who holds himself aloof and aloft and apart from the distinctive fishiness of this dirty, filthy earth shall inherit not a damn red cent, Buster!
Freaks! Embrace the fishiness. Hold the slippery, stinky, bug-eyed rapture to your freaky breast and become one with it. Become the fishiness.
Think on it! All of us comrade freaks together, embracing the fishiness of this fishy world, bringing more and ever more victories to our erect and correct party.
Let us squirm together and celebrate (INSERT NUMBER HERE) years together of pure thoughts, musical rectitude, and the sober values of higher fishheaducation. March onward, dear comrade fishhead friends, march onward. Tonight the freaks conquer Tipitina’s, tomorrow we inherit the earth.
