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   “… commisar Gastro, our Inter-Galactic Sensitivity Training officer will find for us the proper procedures to follow in this type of situation from the InterGalactic En-counter Sensitivity Training, Procedures & Accommodation Manual. So, my Gonadian friends, let’s have a brief workshop, then so empowered we’ll be able to follow those extraordinarily intelligent beings we just met.” *[MEEW- TAIL-DUNG-BAG-EXJUD-05, p. 767]

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   … in the spooky liberal underground hallway of the Hollywood TV, Film &  Events Center the business has returned to usual. The creepy, greenish neon lights keep flick-ering, the stench is horrible, the burst, slimy programming intestines have healed, re-sealed themselves, and have returned to their industrious, rhythmical burping and fart-ing, progressively swelling and pumping liberal programming sludge, some reeking puddles on the floor being the only re-minders of the scalding programming shower in-cident. A squad of ugly, yawning pterodactyls are perched on the pipes and fittings running along the walls, ironically looking at our brave Gonada astrophysicists who, having regrouped after this full of vexing incidents and cultural faux-passes InterGa-lactic contact, are now gathered around commisar Gastro for an, obviously so neces-sary! Inter-Galactic Encounter Sensitivity Training, Procedures & Accommodation  workshop, listening to his lecture and explanations, anxiously glancing at the dim eye of light looming at the remote end of the hallway, the likely next step of their formida-ble journey.

   A quick quiz successfully taken – after collecting from the floor’s reeking, open-minded mildew-covered their laurel branches, gilded harps and fresh fruits panniers and amphorae, and re-calibrating to the local vortex’s characteristics their PsychoIn-dexComs and TranS-Substanciators Reducers, there they go! Dressed in their gorge-ous, glimmering Gonadah Gamma garbs and gowns, rapidly the formidable Gonadah mission now takes off, arches, dashing through the gluey, foul smelling air along the loops of swelling intestines to the hallway’s very end, that eye of dim, unsettling light through which mister Potapovich, followed by your hairy cannibals friends and neigh-bors and Starbucks pals and Don Lorenzo and crew have vanished not long ago – and in a few seconds the formidable Gonadah mission are soaring above an enormous, ha-zy, frightening open space…

    “An enormous, rumbling, hazy, frightening open space, a bottomless volcano pit-like chasm now lurks under this most audacious Gonadah astrophysical mission,” – sud-denly mister Cavett’s somber voice enters the flow of the narration, making his NPR, succor and decency seeking audience to cringe by their radios:

   “Ideological left-wing volcano pit-like chasm where the hazy, dim light allows only for humid hues of brown, purple and dark-red to color things, as the chasm’s circular, jagged, trepidating bluffs gooily glisten in this spectrum – ‘Kraow! Kraow! Kraow!’ squads of pterodactyls patrol this depth, croaking and shitting, their flaming droppings vanishing like sizzling tracers to the obscure, foggy bottom of the precipice.”

    “From the circular bluffs, descending folds and creases aim towards the chasm’s center, and this spooky topography is draped by the vast, vertical, slimy, ominously glowing, idly fluttering and radioactive Aurora Liberalis Sinistra Media Maligna Ma-gna Perniciosa Metastasia Broadcastensis whose toxic folds radiate around a highly dangerous, open-minded glow, slimy folds which, overlapping the desolate relief of this pestilential liberal precipice descend to the unseen, malefic bottom of this nowhere. A sinister, open-minded radioactive rumble pervades the chasm’s corrosive haze – as a rugged, uneven, treacherous left-wing pathway spirals downward its debasing grooves

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on the bluffs’ sinister, trembling versants, ascending through the center of the chasm, the enormous bundle of slimy, primary liberal sludge feeding Loathsoma Taeniae Libe-ralis Leftia Progressiva Americana Vulgaris Ferocia Fetida Infernalis intestines are rhythmically swelling, squeezing upward radioactive programming material, drawing it from the bottom’s foggy, left-wing nowhere, and spreading it further in the Center’s countless evil-spewing, left-wing sound-stages, recording studios, conference and news rooms.”

   “Thundering cascades of steaming, progressive detritus plunge from the jagged ed-ges of the bluffs generating a nauseating publishing haze of noxious, liberal and left-wing slanted news, features, articles, editorials, columns, stories, reviews, novels, an-thologies, poems, analyses, syntheses, Nobel, Pulitzer, National Book Awards, Mann Booker, Faulkner prizes and Ophrah Winfrey’s Book Club awards – responding to the thunders of the toxic, publishing cascades, the chasm’s obscure depths constantly deli-ver enormous farts, belches and other despicable, odious, loathsome and corrupt Holl-ywood liberal noise, coverages, high-concept synopsises, treatments, screenplays, Writers’ and Directors’ Guilds and Motion Picture & TV Academy open-minded pri-zes, praises and other degrading noises and foul smelling bursts of liberal activity.”

   “The broken, treacherous liberal pathway descends further, its odious bifurcations marked by malefic, misleading New York Times Avenue, Huffington Post Road, Daily Kos Track, MoveOn.Org  Lane, MTV Circle, CNN Road signs, road signs which have lead countless naïf Americans to perdition and infamous death – the menacing left-wing noise coming from the bottom of the chasm is louder.

   The pathway now passes by odiously reeking crevices hidden between creased, sli-my, unseemly folds of the trembling bluffs, crevices spewing burning and flaming, slow moving, all consuming horrifying lava tongues – gross life-affirming, non-judg-mental media trash, novels, articles, polls, galleys, reviews, screenplays, treatments, synopsises, casting notices, directors’ and producers’ notes, posters, platform market-ing and distribution plans. Then, the all burning liberal lava tongues creep downward on the bluffs, among progressive geisers which churn violent jets of pestilential, open-minded fumes loaded with toxic, gluey, vesicant editorials, log-lines and liberal journa-lism particles as scores of crumpled, damp and soiled newspapers, magazines and screenplays liberal pages midlessly soar throughout the chasm’s reeking air, lifted by the fetid draught then eventually get glued on the bluffs’ disgusting creases.”    

    “Now and then the ill-boding rumble carried upward by the ascending draft of warm, vile and pernicious air is pierced by the sudden, brutal noises of a remote war occurring some-where down, in the obscurity sharp bugles calls, thundering cannon shots, then the ovations, jeers and howls of large, demented liberal-sounding crowd, this frightening din steadily counter-pointed by the noise of some sinister, industrial activities afoot, of enormous machinery and pumps at work, of metallic gates being banged closed or opened, of painful grinding of large, worn off gears being cranked, of rattles of heavy metal chains and cables being rolled on squeaking pulleys. Shrieks of despair arrow upwards, then die, hopelessly burnt by the infernal liberal atmosphere.”

    “Kraow! Kraow! Kraow!” – contemptuously croaking, flights of ugly pterodactyls fly throughout the liberal chasm’s toxic haze, circle the skies-reaching swelling intes-tines, shitting their napalm-like droppings, or rest on ghostly, humid, Oscar statues-like stalagmites made of petrified stacks of award-winning screenplays and film reels sprinkled by sewage fluid and justified disgust, tragic statues which loom through the menacingly glowing Aurora Liberalis Sinistra Media Maligna Magna Perniciosa

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Metastasia Broadcastensis folds which drape the chasm’s sinister, vibrating bluffs. Milestones along the downward spiraling path, enormous, rusted sewage system pipes protrude from the sinister bluffs, churning over the reeking, open-minded chasm long, pee-like arches of toxic, steaming jets of gooey, all-burning left-wing compost and ide-ology, the sewage pipes being ominously marked MSNBC, CBS, CNN, HBO, TNT, CANAL+, BBC, VIACOM, WARNER, MTV, PARAMOUNT, DISNEY, COLUMBIA, SONY, etcaetera – on contorted, corroded poles, hideous directions tables point to rabid coves from which bursts of insane news chatter and disgusting ovations herald the gross and debasing proceedings of left-wing and liberal film festivals shamelessly going on there: Cannes International Film Festival, Berlin IFF, Rotterdam IFF, Sun-dance FF, San Francisco FF, New York FF and so on.”

   “As the macabre, downward spiraling path’s liberal grooves treacherously scar the bluffs, they ramble through the chasm’s noxious atmosphere by creases pockmarked by ugly, jagged ledges of rocks hosting mounds of decomposing, toxic liberal literatu-re, books, college text-books, newspapers and magazines – their nauseating and perni-cious cultural relativistic ooze after soiling everything around, drips in fuming, decay inducing threads downward, their frightening traces on the bluffs’ convoluted surfaces a mortal sign for the society in which they might seep in they have already sublimated. On the ledges, the toxic mounds of decomposing liberal literature are paired by piles of countless dumped TV sets on whose grime-glazed screens myriad of channels keep flickering their demented fare – shows, films, news-hours, commercials, etc., cele-brating the reign of infamy and degradation brought upon this wretched nation, Ame-rica, by this evil enterprise, the liberal and left-wing controlled media and recorded en-tertainment.”

   “Kraow! Kraow! Kraow!” the pterodactyls’ screams pierce the thick, gluey and reeking air, the Loathsoma Taeniae Liberalis Leftia Progressiva Americana Vulgaris Ferocia Fetida Infernalis intestines burp and fart grossly, the bluffs of the liberal pre-cipice unsettlingly trepidate – needless to say that no form of intelligence has ever sur-vived in this highly toxic open-minded environment.

   “Who do you wear? Who do you wear?” horrifying gargoyles of the Joanna Riversa Horribilia specie perched on the bluff‘s creases relentlessly holler – surely no form of intelligence can exist in this film and TV liberal realm. But what about lower forms of life?

   Yes, my friends! In the chasm’s sinister obscurity, on its rugged, slimy, hideous bluffs, some local forms of low life have sensed a presence and have began to move – hidden in their radioactive lairs behind rocks or mounds of oozing, reeking liberal litera-ture, piles of crashed TV sets or slimy Oscar stalagmites lurk the sinister silhouettes of naked, gnarled, hairy, filthy, ugly and drooling necrophage liberal producers, agents, managers, directors, publishers, journalists and newscasters of Aria Emanuelis Accur-sa, Harveya Weinsteina Malefica, CAA-ah Canceris Jubilata, Scottia Rubinia Desgus-tionga, Katia Kuricus Ridiculosa, Oprahia Bombastica Idiotica, Bernsteina Grotesqua Awfula and Keitha Olbermana Fecala Maxima speciaes who, armed with cleavers and human femurs, putrid flesh still on them, bones, lie there in wait for new quarry, ready to strike, murder, disembowel and devour in frenzied group feasts the insane ones, writers or explorers, who have or will make the fatal mistake of venturing in this accursed American liberal media realm – the victims’ skulls, skeletons and rotting, half devoured bodies dot the sinister, jagged slopes of this liberal chasm, my friends!”

    “And deep, down there, at the bottom of this pestilential, hideous Hollywood Film, TV and Events Center chasm, as a fetid breeze capriciously changes its aim, the move-ments of the fog reveal or cover the face of an enormous, smiling Russian doll crowned with a spiked $100 bills crown – and it is this very realm where the brave

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Gonadah mission, shimmering arch of bund-led, little, optimistic comets has erupted in, expecting intelligence, beauty, artistry, character, harmony, integrity, altruism and other uplifting character traits!” mister Cavett wails, tragically concluding his update, as across this country his worthy NPR listeners hide their faces in trembling hands.

    Undaunted by the frightening landscape surrounding them, the Gonadah mission now does a few rapid, crisscrossing assessments through the sticky, toxic haze over the menacingly rumbling liberal chasm, then, close to the bundles of swelling, Loathso-ma Taeniae Liberalis Leftia Progressiva Americana Vulgaris Ferocia Fetida Infernalis intestines which climb from the hideous deep down there, professor Gorgonorgorgor and his extraordinary colleagues, their mental waves-assessing PsychoIndexComs and the TranS-Substanciator Reducers in full absorption mode, aiming them at various points of scientific interest, courageously start diving, spiraling downwards, in the reeking haze – quite an extraordinary aeronautical feat, dodging the arching, steaming cascades of liberal detritus and the sinisterly glowing, progressive radioactive folds of the Aurora Liberalis Sinistra Media Maligna Magna Perniciosa Metastasia Broad-castensis!

   “God damn America!” – an enormous, thundering liberal fart coming from the sinis-ter dark depth of the liberal chasm shakes the slimy, circular bluffs, making the fetid air vibrate!  The fearless Gonadah mission cling together, look around, alert – a burning tongue of lava of rotting and burning liberal screenplays, treatments and high-concept noises has met a sewage cascade of toxic progressive New York Times and Los Ange-les Times editorials, a noxious, open-minded CNN broadcast and a few other geisers spewing progressive, radioactive gases!

   Then an enormous, chasm-shaking apocalyptic explosion followed by scorching farts, belches and gusts of radioactive fumes – the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals has made public a few liberal rulings. More chasm-shaking explosions followed by furious gusts of toxic fumes – The Hollywood Reporter and The Daily Variety have just publi-shed their weekly list with the incoming liberal film and television productions. Other enormous, apocalyptic explosions, raging farts, belches and scorching gusts of radio-active fumes – the TV Guide has just made public the week’s list of liberal TV shows. Other enormous, apocalyptic explosions, furious, scorching gusts of toxic farts and belches – the Publishers Weekly’s toxic tornado is spreading around its storm of vesi-cant liberal titles.

   A mighty daring act and arduous journey, descending in this pestilential, liberal chasm!

    Indeed, my friends – and the toxic haze has become thicker, the stench is stronger, and the rumble and the din are interspread now in a loud storm of voices and images which aggressively reverberates throughout the Hollywood chasm’s pit in which the Gonadah mission is heroically downward spiraling, their PsychoIndexComs and TranS-Substanciator Reducers in full, intelligence absorption mode:

   “I’m mad like hell and I can’t take it anymore! Do something, matricide is darn’ trendy and when you’re lucky enough to recognize an early trend, just JUMP at it!... Yes? What kind of murder? Poison? That’s cool, was that your mother? I see, so now you’re on parole? Fine, sounds like a huge network thing!”

    “Susan Sontag got it right, America’s the planet’s blight! – “I am ashamed that I’m an Ame-rican, and all of us, Americans, should be so!”

 “I’m mad like hell and I don’t take it anymore! Folks, this is television, this is television, this is television! Be a Michael Moore, this years’ market of busting America shouldn’t be missed, you

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soma Taeniae Liberalis Leftia Progressiva Americana Vulgaris Ferocia Fetida Infer-nalis slimy, bundled intestines pumping/drawing liberal programming sludge relent-lessly, grossly swell and fart and the horrifying, pyramidal maze from the malefic pressures accumulating inside it.

    Yes, my American friends, one of those Nineties, late, late Los Angeles nights, when far away, there, at the end of time and space, some brave Hematomiens astro-physicists hurry into their Flying Saucer and start their formidable, optimistic dash across eons and galaxies towards this little, creepy, lying, perverse Los Angeles spot on this little, shitty, deceiving, fraudulent, filthy and worthless planet – while right down here, in Los Angeles, in the programming chasm under the Center’s building, the no less formidable Gonadah intergalactic mission is already pur-suing this type of he-roic studies, defying unspeakable dangers and exploring this civilization and the mental and moral characteristics flaws of the populace inhabiting this vortex by following and observing your friends’ and neighbors’ travails!

   Yes, and all these momentous events happening here, in Los Angeles, while you made your stop at Starbucks, and yawning, distractedly asking someone at the table what happened with those friends and neighbors of yours who haven’t showed up lately there for their lattes! Did they get some real jobs? Moved back East? Gone Bali? Buddhist? US Congress? Nudist? Move-OnOrg? *[TAH-TAIL-DUNGBAG-EXJUD-06, p. 767]

  Latte, Buddhism & Intergalactic missions! In the Los Angeles night sky the HOLLY-WOOD TV, FILM & EVENTS CENTER sign intently glows on the enormous, malefic conglomerate which dominates the scintillating circuitry of this frivolous city – deep, down under Los Angeles, in the left-wing chasm’s hazy depths, under the Center’s rumbling buildings the heroic Gonadah astrophysicists have interrupted their descent.

   Hovering in the reeking liberal haze close by the relentlessly swelling, farting and burping Loathsoma Taeniae Liberalis Leftia Progressiva Americana Vulgaris Ferocia Fetida Infernalis intestines ascending from the chasm’s bottom, holding their little gilded harps, olive and laurel branches and panniers with fresh fruits at ready for the Intergalactic Encounter & Communion ceremony, pterodactyls circling them, sarcasti-cally croaking, the brave Gonadian explorers have taken a few moments for a reasses-sment break – PsychoIndexComs and TranS-Substan-ciator Reducers in total absorpt-ion mode, collecting samples from this malefic, liberal reality, the Gonadian astrophy-sicists are anxiously surveying the Temple of Transgalactic Wisdom’s slimy bluffs and obscure bottom, hoping for a glimpse of those most exalted, noble keepers of this awesome Temple (you know who we’re talking about, reader!)

   They are already half-way deep in the ideological chasm and the landscape laying underneath the Hollywood TV, Film & Events Center has also gotten harsher – the Loathsoma Taeniae Liberalis Leftia Progressiva Americana Vulgaris Ferocia Fetida Infernalis programming intestines ryhtmically swell, squeezing content sludge upward, the glowing, slimy, radioactive vertical folds of the Aurora Liberalis Sinistra Media Maligna Magna Perniciosa Metastasia Broadcastensis which drape the circular, som-ber precipice idly flutter, bouncing and amplifying the chasm’s menacing rumble, and the war noise, ovations, howls and shrieks ascending from the precipice’s bottom are louder.

   At this depth level, the ugliness of the liberal circular precipice has increased and the slimy, radial folds and creases radially arching from the circular bluffs have been brought to rounded, ghoulish shapes by the chasm’s frequent reeking, internationalist, anti-American and multiculturalist garbage flash-floods. Gusts of abrasive, toxic enter-tainment programming, New York Times art and entertainment reviews, bullish

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New Values, New World Order, ACLU, Amnesty International, MoveOnOrg preten-sions and liberal politicians’ toxic claptrap have added a toxic patina to the landscape’s disgusting shapes and have nurtured the apparition of some new, ugly appointments on the said folds and creases – tree-sized, roundish, polyps-and-warts-shaped excrescen-ces with multiple arms have sprouted from left-wing college text-books and now ornate the frightening landscape.

   The rusted, news-sewage pipes protruding from the bluffs have more churning power, so they ejaculate their corroding compost in longer, thundering steaming arches across the chasm, on the bluffs the open-minded geisers’ noxious jets of high-concept fumes are higher, more withering – left-wing editorials and columns vesicant particles pervade the fetid air. Burning tongues of lava of editorials, screenplays and treatments creep down on the slimy, sinister bluffs, passing by odious rest places displaying Robert McKee’s, Sydney Fields’ and Linda Saeger’s degrading screenwriting and story structure books and other shameful, unspeakable, liberal, Los Angeles secrets, as the Oscar-like stalagmites-statues dotting the landscape, authentic knights of the Grand Li-beral Order of Debasement, Degradation and Abjection stand frozen in the drizzle of this toxic, left-wing atmosphere, guarding the desolate scenery.

    On the rugged, filthy, circular pathway spiraling downward to the chasm’s foggy bottom, the mounds of radioactive liberal literature and the piles of insanely flickering TV sets are now surrounded by degenerated, radioactive mutants, literary and casting agents and MoveOn.Org activists, who, hanged by their feet on Buddhist, iron-pump-ing machines, heads enveloped by radioactive halos, constantly yak in cellular phones, sputtering glowing, toxic saliva and odious schemes against the noble race of conser-vatives and Christians.

    The TV screens aggressively flash their demented HBO and other networks news-hours and cops, lawyers & courts series oozed by Aaron Spelling’s, Steven Bochco’s and Carsey Werner’s rabid liberal joints, countless imbecilic, lewd and despicable cha-racters talking or doing things to other cretin, base and odious characters, inane crawls crediting the shameless and noxious efforts to liberal producers, writers and directors and scores of other disgusting participants – no matter how much the crude images on the screens are softened by layers of grime and their idiotic chatter is muffled by the rumble of the programming detritus cascades, the broadcasts’ radioactivity is stronger and stronger.

    Sensing the presence of some possible quarry,  the chasm’s sinister fauna of naked, hairy, filthy, drooling necrophobe liberal producers, agents and publishers, now creep/ crawl out from their radioactive, garbage strewn lairs ominously marked Daily Kos, Huffington Post, Ballantines, Putnam, Penguin, Paramount, New York Times, Granta, Esquire, Atlantic Monthly, Warner Bros., CNN, ABC, CBS, NBC, PBS, Random House, Crown, William Morris, CAA, ICM, UTA, Sony, MGM, HBO, Viking and so on – they are talking on their cells, human femurs and cleavers ready to strike.

    Yes, my friends! Hollywood in the Nineties, times of progressive New Values, and this necrophage, open-minded, artistic liberal tribe is out for business – deep, down in the chasm’s bottom, fetid drafts of wind capriciously move the fog, again clearing or obscuring the enigmatically smiling face of an enormous, $100 bills crowned Russian doll:

    “We want to change the world!” – a high-pitched scream echoes in the deep, humid obscurity: “Change to world – change the world – the world – the world – “

   “Kraow! Kraow! Kraow!” the pterodactyls patrolling the chasm answer, shitting their flaming droppings like sizzling, tracers to the bottom of the left-wing chasm.  

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   “Les jeux sont faites! Rien ne va plus!” a faint, gasped yell describes the situation and the chasm’s echo confirms:

   “Rien ne va plus – ne va plus – ne va plus – plus – plus –”

  “Kraow! Kraow!” – sizzling pterodactyls’ droppings fall around on the humid bluffs, burning on their landing spots by the Oscar-like stalagmites, the aggressive rumble reverberates in the circular precipice louder and louder, the flow of reeking air ascend-ing by the rhythmically swelling intestines which climb from the chasm’s bottom to the basement of the Center, now high in the haze, carries the noise of the remote war – the bugles calls, cannon fires, ovations, jeers and howls of some large, mad crowds are closer, the frightening metallic din of the unseen, enormous machinery and pumps in action, of metal gates being banged close or open and the squeaks of large, worn off metal gears being cranked and of heavy metal chains being rolled from rusted, wobbly pulleys is louder – again loud howls, then wild ovations followed by screams of des-pair.

   “Les jeux sont faites! Rien ne va plus!” again a yell echoes in the chasm – down, at the remote bottom of the precipice, the noxious fog is covering the face of the gigan-tic, smiling, five hundred millions laden Russian doll: “Rien ne va plus – ne va plus – ne va plus – plus  – plus – plus – “

 Very harsh, very exacting environment, the volcano pit-like liberal chasm under the Hollywood TV, Film & Events Center, indeed – so the Gonadah mission members, still hovering mid-level in the chasm, in stationary pattern, now acknowledge professor Gorgonorgogor’s wise decision of having them undergo the InterGalactic Sensitivity Training, Procedures & Accommodation workshop, clearly that session has prepared them well for the current, humbling yet so exhilarating intergalactic civilizational En-counter and experience.

   Humbling experience! Well, apparently this is what it takes to achieve edifying, towering, intergalactic civilizational contacts and knowledge, harsh and frustrating be-ginnings, and definitely the descent in the Anal & Vaginal Secretions’ Temple of Trans-galactic Wisdom [Hollywood Center’s chasm, i.e.] is totally, exhilaratingly rewarding:

  “Kraow! Kraow! Kraow!” the pterodactyls circle the Gonadah mission bombing them with burning shit as the explorers’ PsychoIndexComs and TranSSubstanciator Reducers are busily absorping significance from the chasm’s amazing environment.

    Down, at the chasm’s bottom, the face of the Russian doll has been completely co-vered by toxic haze – then the high-pitched, banshee-like voice of the ProGressive Pro-Active Scouts Choir girl soloist, coming from the chasm’s bottom, pierces the haze and the fetid air, amplified by a powerful, reverberating sound system:

  “God damn America!” – and her voice is echoed by an unseen crowd’s huge, ap-proving roar, roar at its turn echoing in the pestilential chasm:

   “God damn America! – God damn America! – God damn – America – America –”

  “What’s personal is political!” – she screams, her voice echoed by the crowd’s ap-proval:

  “What’s personal is political! – personal is political – political – political – political – “

   “We are the world!” the girl screams – “We are the world!” the crowd roars.

   “Susan Sontag got it right, America’s the planet’s blight!” the girl screams – “Susan Sontag got it right, America’s the planet’s blight!” the crowd roars.

   “Hope and change! We are the ones we’ve been waiting for!” the girl screams  

   “We are the ones who’ve been waiting for!” the crowd menacingly amplifyies her voice.  

    “New values! We are the world!” she screams – “New values! New values!” the crowd  roars, then the unseen Pro-Active Scouts choir starts singing We Don’t Need

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No Education, with a heavy, industrial grade accompaniment and the fog at the bottom of the chasm is cleared by a fetid draft – the face of the $100 crowned Russian doll is gone.

  As the fog further clears the obscure bottom of the chasm, now, embedded in the bluff’s slanted slope, the rectangular, sharply glittering surface of an enormous stadium TV screen has emerged. The fog further thins away, the screen image is clearer, three enormous, naked, stacked, sweaty human bodies, a woman’s and two men’s – glistening groins, asses quivering, hesitatingly, a-rhythmically thrusting, both men having their dark-red, congested dicks stuck in woman’s dilated asshole, threads of lubricant seeping out from her arse by the two dicks, smearing groins and testicles bags, someone’s greasy hand is rounding her vagina… right un-der this remote, enormous TV screen embedded in the bluff’s bottom, on a glittering silent-radio strip, platoons of stock market quotes-like small letters and numbers steadily march.

  “I fuck! I fuck! That’s me! I fuck!” – is Madonna Ciccone screaming on a TV screen dumped by the opening of a cascading sewage duct, the echo duly following:

   “Fuck – fuck – fuck – fuck – Madonna – Madonna – Madonna –”  

    “Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation conceived in Liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal – what a gross joke! Ours is a nation founded on theft, robbery, rape and slavery. We are a nation of murderers and rapists,” a voice thunders in the chasm, its echo bouncing among the slimy Aurora Liberalis Sinistra Media Maligna Magna Perniciosa Metastasia folds:

   “Equal – thieves – robbers – slavers – murderers – thieves –”

   “Rapists – robbers – rapists – rapists –”

   “Rien ne va plus!”  a remote scream confirms from the deep down, somewhere, “Les jeux sont faites – faites – faites – faites –”

   “Down there! Our noblest hosts!” cries Glicemiah – yes, the hardy, the steadfast are rewarded! The Gonadah explorers, still hovering mid-level in the chasm, by the Loathsoma Taeniae Liberalis Leftia Progressiva Ame-icana Vulgaris Ferocia Fetida Infernalis programming intestines, excitedly refocus their PsychoIndexComs and TranS-Substanciator Reducers on the direction shown by Glicemiah – yes! down there, at the bottom of the chasm, by the glistening groins on the gigantic TV screen, the tiny shape of mister Potapovich is running, slipping downward on a slope of gar-bage and rubble, holding the Russian doll, followed by your friends and neighbors, Starbucks cannibal pals and Don Lorenzo and his accounts adjusters!

   So in a second, the Gonadah mission, morale boosted by this encouraging view, little harps and panniers with fresh fruits at ready, dash downwards through stench and haze, shimmering bundle of joyous comets zipping/spiraling around the gross, swelling intestines, slaloming among long arching cascades of news-sewage and ghostly, gooey Oscar statues-like stalagmites of petrified award winning screenplays, rushing to humbly observe and learn from this Anal & Vaginal noblest civilization:

   “I fuck! I fuck! That’s me! I fuck!” Madonna Ciccone is screaming on the TV screen by the cascading sewage duct, the Aurora Liberalis Sinistra Media folds playfully mixing echoes:

   “We want to change the world! – change the world – change the world –  the world – the world – the world – world – world–”

   “It depends on what do you mean by IS!” a man’s voice thunders, the echo dully follows:

    “What do you mean by is – is – is – is – is –”

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   “I fuck – fuck – fuck – Madonna – Madonna – fuck – fuck – fuck –”

   “God damn America! – damn America – damn America – damn – damn –”  

    “We are the ones we’ve been waiting for! – damn America – damn America –”

   “Hope’n change! – damn America – damn America –”

   “Precision landing!” – wails good mister Cavett, updating the shaken NPR audience across this North American continent and furthering the progress of this devastating narrative:

   “The formidable Gonadah mission has arrived at the bottom of the rumbling preci-pice, the jagged bluffs circling the space vanish high above, in the haze – in this scary, somber secular humanism environment, the purple, brown, and dark-red colors of the Hollywood Center’s chasm are softened by a sick, yellowish hue filtered by the reeking mist created by the cascades of liberal sewage, and the sinister, radioactive glow of the Aurora Liberalis Sinistra Media Maligna Magna Perniciosa Metastasia’s folds gives the entire landscape a terrifying, awe-inspiring quality.  

    This left-wing space is terrifying and disgusting indeed, a hostile, menacing rumble reverberates in this grim, vast wasteland – mounds of progressive trash, slimy stalag-mites, tree-sized polyps and warts watch the rubbish fires caused by the pterodactyls’ incendiary droppings and open-minded notions, the all-burning lava tongues of liberal literature and programming dangle solidified, on the bluffs’ slopes in disgusting shapes of contemporary conceptual art as nausea-ting fumes of enthusiastic, New York Times, Harpers, Atlantic Monthly, Los Angeles Times and San Francisco Chronicle liberal cri-ticism seeps by them.

   Down here, the bundled, rhythmically swellling Loathsomá Taeniae Liberalis Leftia Progressiva Americana Vulgaris Ferocia Fetida Infernalis intestines which connect the chasm with the above, unseen in the haze Hollywood Center’s bottom, make a gi-gantic, toxic ooze dripping loop, then supported by a sinister, rusted liberal scaffold, continue horizontally over the waste ground, disappearing above and along a narrow, canyon opening sided by two jagged folds – some tall, polyp-like, slimy, gracelessly ra-mified stalagmites guard this farther expansion of the wasteland in a widening, un-seen, stadium-sized valley over which the enormous TV screen reigns.

  Withering gushes of fetid, non-judgmental wind maintain soiled liberal newspaper and magazine pages soaring amongst croaking pterodactyls, yucky, open-minded edi-torial content cascades crash in steaming, gooey, muddy ponds, long sewage ducts protruding through the slimy, glowing Aurora Liberalis Sinistra Media Maligna folds relentlessly churn their ugly, noxious fare, adding new layers of toxic, liberal and left-wing goo of secular humanistic programming on the wrecked American national psy-che and the ghoulish warts and polyps around.

    Yes, my American friends, and it is here, at the bottom of this enormous, somber, noxious chasm under the Hollywood TV, Film & Events Center where the tumultuous, edifying river of this American Nineties’ narrative (times of liberal, blooming New Va-lues) cascades its impetuosity, in this frightening secular humanism ideological land-scape – and as the enormous TV screen nested in the humid, muddy bluff keeps deli-vering its open-minded, New Values, liberal & lefty fare, a wave of remote cracks of rifles, canons shots, bugle calls and rattle of drums crashes over the unseen valley, showing that the space behind it is very large and that some military activity is going on somewhere, far away in that direction.

  Then this fearsome, remote military din is covered by a much closer burst of noise coming from the valley-like sector under the gigantic TV screen, a loud cacophony of voices of a large gathering, like an excited sports stadium, political meeting or religious revival gathering – reverberating loudspeakers blare sound tests and fragments of music, searchlight beams vertically pan through the hazy, fetid air, then again screams,

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chanting, ovations and jeers mark the high points of the action on the TV screen embedded in the bluff.

   Their PsychoIndexComs and TranS-Substanciator Reducers busily collecting data about this Temple of Transgalactic Wisdom, the Gonadah mission has reached the chasm’s bottom, are hovering by a glistening Oscar stalagmite, used condoms, smear-ed plastic bags and gross pages of Los Angeles Times glued by slime on it, they are eyeing the opening of the canyon guarded by the tall, ramified polyps – the enormous TV screen embedded in the bluff over the unseen valley is now filled by the sweaty butts and backs of several men stroking their swollen, dark-red dicks, standing in clo-se circle over the woman’s face, she, threads of viscous sperm drip-ping from her fa-ce and mouth, is thoroughly mouthing, at turns one or another dick.

   Then, as the unseen crowd screams, howls and jeers, the image cuts back to the sweaty, quivering butts and groins thrusting against each other, swollen dicks tightly sliding in & out in woman’s adhering arse, then it freezes, allowing for some rapid, liberal, open-minded ads for ACLU, MoveOnOrg and People For The American Way to flash over the images – on the glit-tering silent radio strip under the image the stocks quotes numbers and letters relentlessly run, and, hovering by the Oscar sta-lagmite, the heroic Gonadian explorers are pondering the next move, wary of not ma-king another intergalactic cultural faux pas:

   “And there they come, the heroic survivors!” – a loudspeaker thunders in the unseen gulch beyond the jagged folds: “More dedicated martyrs are here to support the cause!”

   From the haze, with drum rattles, trudginging on the muddy ground, has appeared a long column of martyr children in issues-colored T-shirts, waving color-matching little flags, lovely bones and Pulitzer prizes, and, loudspeaker announcing their arrival, pla-toon after platoon they march into the unseen valley through the canyon opening guarded by the tall, polyp-like, ramified stalagmites:

   “The little martyrs carrying on pillows Ann Quindlen’s bones are survivors of read-ing Believe The Children; the next platoon of martyrs waving lovely bones and little flutes are Scouts deprived of homosexual instructors… the following little martyrs who’re waving lovely bones are survivors of writing workshops… the little martyrs with low IQ tests results in hands are  Oliver Stone admirers… the little martyrs waving sticks are children whose parents don’t observe the  MoveOn.Org’s com-mandments… the little martyrs with dotted flags and T-shirts are survivors of cold ice cream… the little martyrs with green stripped flags and T-shirts are survivors of hot tea cups… the little martyrs with orange flags and T-shirts are survivors of institutionally under-enhanced sexuality… the little martyrs in…”

   “God damn America! – We are the world! – We gonna change the world! – What’s personal is political! – We are the ones we’ve been waiting for!” – loud acclaims of a football gallery’s intensity welcome from the valley the marching children. Then, as on the enormous TV screen embedded in the bluff the glistening, sandwiched asses and groins keep copulating, an unseen rock‘n roll band bursts in a welcoming song, loud-speakers deafeningly blaring, the banshee, shrilled-voiced soloist girl, the ProGressive ProActive Scouts choir as backup, delivering the catchy rhythm and lines:

                                          “Many ages long ago today

Comrade Prometheus found oppression’s key

                                          And scared the gods away

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                                          From keeping the humans to work everyday

                                          Ever since that day of May

                                         Commissars worked to sway

                                         And march the oppressed on restitution’s way

                                         All re-shaping tides and ways

                                         Washing up in America’s Berkeley

                                         Prometheus, Caius, Robin

                                         Robespierre, Marx, Lenin

                                         Stalin, Pol Pot, Hiss, Che, Oppenheimer                                               

There taught the oppress’d to sway

Family, faith, school, traditions

Customs, arts, justice or mores,

                         there was nothing like delay

In making these fair prey

For our guilt-tempered ground-play,

That chimera, commoners call conscience

No more luring progressives astray

                                         What’s personal trumping as full blast game

The faintest degree of shame

Personal – that’s absolute

To a nation dissolute

US bashing, gender-bending

Borders melting, reason-dodging

High-anomic, mind-alluring gang

Orgy-Porgy, MoveOnOrgy, all-inclusive band

Here for guiding you –

Other heroes, other years not that far ago today

Derrida, Freud, Jarred, don’t forget Ramsey

Komintern spies at Jake’s in Biscayne Bay

                                         Pollock, Hellman, Hemingway

Hanoi Jane mocking the Pigs Bay

Later, Ginsberg, Leary jumped in the fray

Dope, progressism and Alfred Kinsey

Hayden, Arianna, Soros and all his lackeys

Hollywood fare, Monterey

                                         Stonewall riot, Woodstock madness

Writers’ Guild scribes in Mandalay

Smartly changing merry’n gay

Useful fools on Kremlin’s pay

Open mindedness and tolerance display

Helped us make this nation globalism’s prized prey

United Nations in our taxation having a free say

                                        For New Normalcy’s proud mooring in America’s decay –

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US bashing, gender-bending

Borders melting, reason-dodging

High-anomic, mind-alluring gang

Orgy-Porgy, MoveOnOrgy, all-inclusive band

Here for guiding you –“

   “God damn America! We are the ones we’ve been waiting for! Orgy-Porgy, Move-On.Orgy! Orgy-Porgy, Move-On.Orgy! Orgy-Porgy, MoveOn.Orgy!” – the unseen crowd hysterically responds to the mobilizing song:

   “Orgy-Porgy, MoveOn.Orgy! Orgy-Porgy, Rock-oppression! Orgy-Porgy, Move-OnOrgy!” they yell – on the enormous TV screen in the bluff the view has cut to the woman’s head, face and hair covered by threads of sperm, surrounded by several dark-red, congested dicks, and, as she’s mouthing them circularly, a few times each dick, the band now has fallen in a heavy, pounding, menacing, “MoveOn.Orgy, Orgy-Porgy!” rhythm and lines which are bounced around the chasm by the radioactive folds of Aurora Liberalis Sinistra Media Maligna draping the bluffs, together with other wild screams and gun shots:

   “God damn America! – We are the world! – We want to change the world!” – the crowd is yelling, jeering and clapping in a religious, frenzied trance:

 “Orgy-Porgy, MoveOn.Orgy! – Orgy-Porgy, Rock-oppression! – Orgy-Porgy, Move-On.Orgy! Orgy-Porgy, MoveOn.Orgy!”

  Extraordinary Transgalactic Wisdom moment, these proceedings, the intergalactic Gonada astrophysicists have recognized this – now they are hovering close to the chasm’s filthy ground, trying to fulfill their immediate objective in this overwhelming Encounter, that is, to respectfully observe and record the activities of your friends and neighbors, those hairy, gnarl-ed keepers of the Temple of Wisdom. So they are an-xiously scrutinizing the surroundings, the canyon opening over which the rhythmically swelling and belching bundle of programming intestines arch to the sky-high bottom of the Holywood Center – patience rewarded! In the distance, on a jagged ridge by the ghostly, ramified polyps guarding the entrance in the canyon, circled by a few croak-ing pterodactyls, have appeared three hairy, gnarled, bowed silhouettes.

   Leaned on their bowed, muscular legs, arms reaching the ground, your friends and neighbors and Starbucks pals are peering downward in the valley while scratching themselves and exchanging comments – on the giant TV screen above them, the wo-man is mouthing two dicks at the time, threads of sperm and saliva dripping along her chin, on the glittering silent radio strip the letters and numbers keep marching: ►VICOM +4.6/+25%; ►EMTV+ 2.50 /+3.62%; ►LIBMOV +1.4 /+%; ►DO-PR.IND +1.5/+2.00%; ►PARM + 0.25/+ 2.75 %; ► WAR +2.15/+1%; ►HOBO +1.15/+1.2%; ►MOVEON-ORG +2.5/+4%; ►HT+ 0.12/ + 0.5%; ► COL +0.75/ +0.45%; ►NABC +1/-0.12%; ►DIS  +2.5/ +3%; ►AMBC+ 0.25/+ 2.75 %; ► COBS+0.25/+2.75%; ►GROENT +3.50/ +3.62%; ►PH-OX+3.12/+2%; ►VIA+ 0.25/ +2.75%; ►TOREC+0.25/+2.75%; ►CAPREC+0.25/+2.75%; ►SEE.N N+0.25/+2.75%; ► ATRON +0.25/+2.75 %; ►MIMOORE +0.25/ +2.75%; ►INTS-COP +0.25/+2.75%...

    And as on the giant TV screen the woman is bobbing her head sucking, swallowing one dick after another, her wet chin and nose plunging in small bushes of pubic hair, eyes aiming upward, asking for a confirmation of sorts, a loud chime resounds, followed by an announcer’s genteel voice purring through the chasm’s sound system:

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    Scabrous Liberal & Left-Wing Consolidated Exchange update and highlights – bullish market, folks, bullish market! Nonjudgmentalism Corporation, eighty-six and half dollars a share, up two dollars – Progressive Technologies, ninety-six dollars a share, up two dollars – Oppression Industries, eighty-eight dollars a share, down half dollar – Vulnerability Enterprises, ninety-six dollars a share, stable – Anti-Hate Corpo-ration, ninety-one dollars a share, stable – Insane Pedagogical Inc., eighty-seven dollars a share, up three  dollars – Multicultural Mutual, ninety-five dollars a share, stable – Victimhood International, ninety-seven dollars a share, stable – Cultural Rela-tivism Investments, ninety dollars a share, up two dollars – Debasement Pictures, eighty-six dollars a share, stable – Defamation Programming, eighty dollars a share, stable – Grotesque Education Systems, ninety-six dollars, up three dollars – Secular Humanism Profits, one-hundred-ten dollars, up three dollars – Degradation Entertain-ment, seventy-seven dollars a share, up two dollars! – Debasing Pictures, eighty-eight dollars a share, up one dolar – followed by Lewd Partners, ninety-nine dollars a share, up three dollars – Abjection Associates, ninety-two dollars a share, up five dollars – Prurient Enterprises, one hundred five dollars a share, up five dollars, then Nausea-Gross-Vile-Turpid-Yucky Partners, ninety-nine dollars a share, up five dollars! – And here’re the heavy hitters, folks! – Sedition Releasing, one hundred-fifteen dollars a sha-re, up three dollars – Liberal Amalgamated, ninety-two dollars a share, up two dollars – Betraying  America Enterprises, ninety-nine dollars  a share, up eight dollars! – Ameri-can-AntiAmerican Industries, one hundred-twelve dollars a share, up sixteen dollars! – Left-Wing Corporation, eighty dollars a share, two dollars up – And MoveOn.Org, through the roof, folks, through the roof! Through the roof! One-hundred-twenty dollars a share! – Then Huffington Post, one-hundred-twenty-three, up three dollars and The Daily Kos one hundred-twenty-six dollars, up three dollars! More Scabrous Liberal & Left-Wing Exchange highlights after the following messages –”     

   Yes, your hairy and gnarled friends and neighbors and Starbucks pals, by those hu-ge, slimy,  ramified polyps hold council – howls and jeers resounding in the chasm, the searchlights beams slashing the hazy air, now they climb on a huge polyp’s branch, and leaning ahead, on their hairy muscular arms (Anna having her handbag by her neck) they pursue the Nineties’ fulfillment commandments by peeking into the valley, some finely etched silhouettes of liberal Nineties gargoyles on the background of the screen with the woman sucking dick after dick after dick, the liberal stock market ticker strip busily running under this view.

  Great relief for the Gonadah mission, they have remade contact with their constantly escaping keepers of this civilization, the Nineties’ New Values, non-judgmental, Ame-ricans!          

   So, gilded harps, olive branches and panniers with fresh fruits at ready, the Go-nadian astrophysicists prepare themselves to dash ahead to humbly contact these wis-dom keepers of the place and ask them for permission to follow and observe them in their splendid enterprises, but the cracking of dozens of rifles, a burst of ovations, then a cannon shot thunder make them de-lay the action:

   “God damn America! – We are the ones we’ve been waiting for! – Orgy-Porgy, Move-On.Orgy! – Orgy-Porgy, Rock-oppression! – We are the world! –  What’s personal is political! – We gonna change the world! – Orgy-Porgy, MoveOn.Orgy!” – an alarm siren starts bellowing, the ovations and screams peter out. As the searchlight beans crisscross, sweep vertically the chasm’s haze, on the reverberating loud-speak-ers a woman’s coarse voice starts delivering an address to the invisible mob,

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interrupted by enthusiastic ovations and yells:

  “God damn America! Hope’n change I howl! I howl! Revolutionary New Values and New Normalcy exorcists, commissars, operatives, facilitators and enforcers, howl! The proceedings of this Secular Humanism Sublimation continue, I howl! Oppressed Fallo-Scrotallés, Fallopians, HomoScrotals and HeteroScrotals, I howl! This is Fallo-Scrotal OberKulturchnick-ess/him ProGressive ProActive Exorcist Shaper ACLU III Maxima Hillary Brazilefonda addressing the ProGressive ProActive New Values Ame-rican Biological Mass, Global Martyrs ‘Prometheus/Susan Sontag/ Derrida’ America Exorcizing and Shaping, and Globally Synchronizing Revolutionary Legions of Influ-ence, I howl!”      

   “Orgy-Porgy, MoveOn.Orgy! – Susan Sontag got it right, America’s the planet’s blight! – We are the ones we’ve been waiting for! What’s personal is political! – We gonna change the world!” – screams and howls of Secular Humanism deliverance, the ProGressive ProActive New Values American Biological Mass, Global Martyrs ‘Pro-metheus/Susan Sontag/Derrida’ America Exorcising and Shaping and Global Syn-chro-nizing Revolutionary Legions of Influence are galvanized by Fallopian OberKul-tur-chnickess/him ProGressive ProActive Exorcist Shaper ACLU III Maxima Hillary Bra-zilefonda’s speech:

   “I howl! – Orgy-Porgy, MoveOn.Orgy! – We gonna change the world! – What’s personal is political! – Orgy-Porgy, MoveOn.Orgy, hope’n change, exorcise us of that chimera of hypocrisy and constraints that the commoners call conscience! – We howl!”

  “I howl, ProGressive ProActive New Values American Biological Mass, Global Mar-tyrs  ‘Prometheus/Susan Sontag-Derrida America Exorcising and Shaping and Global Synchronizing Revolutionary Legions!” Fallopian OberKulturchnickess/him ProGressive ProActive Exorcist Shaper ACLU III Maxima Hillary Brazilefonda continues:

  “I howl – American Biological Mass, we’re some mental ward keepers, trying to tame a demented patient, America, who violently refuses any medication – we have to control her with jets of water from water hoses – catch her, America, and proceed with the purifying exorcism – wrest her soul from the sinister clutch of Christianity and conservative demons – delivering her to the United Nations and the planet!“

  “I howl – American Biological Mass, those who do not draw from the past’s achie-vements will not be able to re-do it when necessary, I howl! Orgy-Porgy let’s draw from the past, Bio-logical Mass, I howl!”

  “MoveOn.Orgy, Orgy-Porgy! – We howl! – Let’s draw from the past! – Susan Sontag got it right, America is the planet’s blight! – Orgy-Porgy, MoveOn.Orgy, we are guilty! – What’s personal is political! – Orgy-Porgy, MoveOn.Orgy! – We gonna change the world!” – the un-seen crowd’s howling and chanting reverberates in the Hollywood Center’s chasm, amplifyied by the sinister, radioactive glow of Aurora Liberalis Sinistra Media Maligna Magna Perniciosa Metastasia’s folds – the naked woman on the vast TV screen is now kneeled down, eyes closed, face and hair covered by threads of sperm, gagging, a bundle of three, dark-red dicks wiggle toge-ther, probing her unnaturally large-opened mouth, bulging her cheeks, saliva, sperm and vomit dripping by their shafts:

  “We are the ones we’ve been waiting for! – we’re some mental ward keepers, trying to tame a demented patient, America, who violently refuses any medication – control her with jets of water from water hoses – catch her, America, and proceed with the purifying exorcism – wrest her soul from the sinister clutch of Christianity and con-servative demons – deliver her to the United Nations and the planet! – Orgy-porgy! MoveOnOrgy! – Susan Sontag got it right, America’s the planet’s blight! – We gonna change the world!” screams accompany the woman’s travails, resound in the chasm’s obscurity.

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