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California Rocks Most-Polluted City List Yet AgainMay 3, 2004 |
Los Angeles, CA Junior Bacon Either the skyline of L.A. or Houston, or unlabeled Voyager footage from Jupiter loud and proud Southern California rocked the American Lung Associationâs annual list of American cities with the worst air pollution yet again in 2004, with the region bringing home seven of the top ten slots in the report. Despite stiff competition from such air-polluting powerhouses as Houston, Texas and Detroit, Michigan, area residents insist their confidence never faltered that So. Cal would once again bring home the gold.
âBooya, bitch!â gloated local resident Tyrell Dipps between coughing fits. âSmog!â
Area residents were so confident that California would dominate the competition, in fact, that most of the anticipation leading up to the study concerned which part of Southern California would out-pollute all others, a matter of considerable...
loud and proud Southern California rocked the American Lung Associationâs annual list of American cities with the worst air pollution yet again in 2004, with the region bringing home seven of the top ten slots in the report. Despite stiff competition from such air-polluting powerhouses as Houston, Texas and Detroit, Michigan, area residents insist their confidence never faltered that So. Cal would once again bring home the gold.
âBooya, bitch!â gloated local resident Tyrell Dipps between coughing fits. âSmog!â
Area residents were so confident that California would dominate the competition, in fact, that most of the anticipation leading up to the study concerned which part of Southern California would out-pollute all others, a matter of considerable local pride. Emotions ran high in the weeks leading up to the reportâs publication, as area residents waged a war of words in this yearly competition between the various So. Cal regions, each hoping to take home the ALAâs âBlack Lungâ trophy for having the nationâs foulest, most unbreathable air.
âBakersfield can suck my dick with their pansy air, man! You come down here you gonna get asthma, baby!â enthused Los Angeles resident Hector Villanova, while idling three cars simultaneously on his lawn.
Residents of the air-polluting upstart Bakersfield region relish their underdog status, dreaming of one day knocking Los Angeles off of its hazy brown perch in the national rankings.
âL.A.âs time has come and gone, man,â insisted Bakersfield resident Arlo Vipatna, reclining in a parka with his homeâs air conditioning unit running full tilt. âAinât no way they gonna hold Bakersfield back, not with all them movie stars they got driving those little electric fag cars down there and shit.â
âDamn right,â agreed Arloâs brother Uday, feeding from a disturbingly large bowl of chili. âI got your greenhouse gasses right here, yo.â
Numerous other Bakersfield residents were caught up in the excitement as well, spraying aerosol cans into the sky and setting fire to piles of tires in between bouts of wheezing and frequent breaks to sit down for a while.
When the rankings were finally released, Los Angeles was a familiar sight at the top of the list, with the surprise dark horse region of Visalia-Porterville sneaking in at number two. A clearly stunned Bakersfield ranked third, slightly ahead of Fresno, who didnât know there was a contest and just has really shitty air. Houston, Texas was the lone top-five entrant from the other 49 states; a slot some think was wasted on them since Texans donât believe in air pollution. The California cities of Merced, Sacramento and Hanford rounded out the top ten with Knoxville Tennessee and Dallas-Fort Worth, Texas, the last two Southern cities likely having some kind of BBQ cook-off the week the air quality measurements were taken.
American Lung Association officials assure the commune they plan to check in on Texas and Tennessee soon to make sure neither of the states is currently on fire, since the aberrant presence of non-Californian cities in the listâs top fifteen likely points to some kind of catastrophic Southern brushfire no one from any more-newsworthy states has yet noticed. the commune news was indeed impressed by L.A.âs golden-brown sky, but we still think the local residents should learn a little modesty until they can put up some serious competition for the toxic death-clouds hanging over Mexico City and Beijing. Ramon Nootles is pretty sure he got it on with somebody while he was in L.A., but a more positive identification was impossible through the milky haze of the regionâs alien atmosphere.
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President Bush, demonstrating the compassionate âshooâ gesture he would use to nudge Iraq toward presumed safety espite anxious protestations from the Iraqi public upon hearing the presidentâs quote, George W. Bush vowed this week to push Iraq âout of the frying pan,â in response to a week full of bad news for the U.S. occupation forces. In the face of a continuing bloody standoff in Fallujah, record U.S. and Iraqi casualties in the month of April, and evidence that U.S. soldiers abused prisoners in Baghdad, citizens from across Iraq are telling occupation forces âThanks anyway, but please stop helping us so much.â
This latest development is discouraging news for U.S. officials, who were encouraged by poll results last week showing that the Iraqi public feels their lives are slightly less horrible now than they were under Saddam Husseinâs rule. According to the poll, 32% ...
espite anxious protestations from the Iraqi public upon hearing the presidentâs quote, George W. Bush vowed this week to push Iraq âout of the frying pan,â in response to a week full of bad news for the U.S. occupation forces. In the face of a continuing bloody standoff in Fallujah, record U.S. and Iraqi casualties in the month of April, and evidence that U.S. soldiers abused prisoners in Baghdad, citizens from across Iraq are telling occupation forces âThanks anyway, but please stop helping us so much.â
This latest development is discouraging news for U.S. officials, who were encouraged by poll results last week showing that the Iraqi public feels their lives are slightly less horrible now than they were under Saddam Husseinâs rule. According to the poll, 32% of Iraqis prefer the George W. Bush regime to the Hussein regime, opting for the excitement of unpredictable daily bloodshed and abuse at the hands of U.S. soldiers, which locals rate as not quite as bad as the torture of Husseinâs Fedayeen militia. 28% of Iraqis polled instead preferred the predictable oppression of the Hussein days, while the remaining 30% said you could flip a fuckinâ coin.
Upon being reminded that Saturday was the one-year anniversary of his now-darkly ironic âMission Accomplishedâ speech aboard the USS Abraham Lincoln, President Bush reminded reporters that heâd never specified exactly what mission he was referring to, and that the one he was thinking in his head was most definitely accomplished, no problem. Bush also stressed the necessity of ousting Hussein, explaining that âa madman cannot be trusted in a position of power.â Even Bushâs harshest critics nodded along with this statement from the president, though many admitted that they were thinking of a different war-crazy madman at the time.
Bush also expressed âdeep disgustâ over the images that surfaced on CBSâ 60 Minutes II last week, which show U.S. soldiers dressing up Iraqi prisoners in embarrassing Halloween costumes and forcing them to perform in poorly-written variety shows. Bushâs apparent revulsion to the photos was odd, considering he had reportedly known about the images for weeks, indicating that he was disgusted mainly by the fact that the pictures got out to the voting public.
While some Iraqis consider the U.S. occupation a nice change of pace in that their abusers are now white rather than the same old Arab thugs theyâve had for generations, many express concerns that without the stabilizing influence of Husseinâs regime, Iraq will descend into years of bloody racial and religious conflict. The presidentâs chosen figure of speech in his most recent statement did little to quell these fears.
âIs like... how you say? Out of cooking pot and ass is on fire? Is like that,â explained grocer Jalal al-Batayneh. âThings bad before, yes, but now? Oh shit.â
Mechanic Zainab Akram Kalaf agreed. âWe Iraqi have saying, âI used to have sunburn, now am on fire.â This is like trade of Saddam for Bush.â
âOnce was screwing pooch,â added schoolteacher Ali Thaib. âNow pooch screwing me, this is saying. You have this saying?â
Residents of the embattled Iraqi city of Fallujah indicated similar sentiments through flag-based signals from apartment windows to the few binocular-toting reporters willing to get within ten miles of the city-shaped deathtrap.
In spite of the worsening situation in Iraq, president Bush has vowed to stay the course with his thus-far botched stab at nation-building.
âWeâve got to get this country out of the frying pan,â Bush explained, gesturing like a chef with his hands. âOnce we do that, no matter what happens after, theyâre better off. Because think about it, what could be worse than being in a frying pan?â the commune news considers our offices to be an honorary sister city to Fallujah, Iraq, after last weekendâs bloody showdown with Crochet! magazine insurgents. Ivan Nacutchacokov, the communeâs foreign correspondent, would like readers to know that if he were in a frying pan heâd make shoes out of margarine and tap-dance like a motherfucker.
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 January 24, 2005 Virtues of the Modern Pop StarI'm certainly glad people have come back around to pop music once againâit was too long and too often I would find myself in a bar, with friends, defending the merits of artists like the New Kids on the Block, or Debbie Gibson. True, those stars have faded into sweet yesteryear, but at least pop music remains strong. Stronger than ever, one might say.
Yes, for those who would denounce Hilary Duff as a second-tier Taylor Dane, let me, for one, confess my enthusiastic glee for today's pop star. They are more engaging, more attractive, and I dare say, even more enduring than the pop stars of days gone by. This year marks Britney Spears' seventh as a top-of-the-charts entertainer. Does that sound like a flash in the pan to you? I think not.
Still, the press covera...
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I'm certainly glad people have come back around to pop music once againâit was too long and too often I would find myself in a bar, with friends, defending the merits of artists like the New Kids on the Block, or Debbie Gibson. True, those stars have faded into sweet yesteryear, but at least pop music remains strong. Stronger than ever, one might say.
Yes, for those who would denounce Hilary Duff as a second-tier Taylor Dane, let me, for one, confess my enthusiastic glee for today's pop star. They are more engaging, more attractive, and I dare say, even more enduring than the pop stars of days gone by. This year marks Britney Spears' seventh as a top-of-the-charts entertainer. Does that sound like a flash in the pan to you? I think not.
Still, the press coverage of the modern pop star leaves something to be desired. Yes, Rolling Stone may put Britney on their cover, and People may tell us she owns a nightclub and is moving into the foray of films. But what about the music? How is it we so easily forget it's the songs that made us love her, not her beautiful features and her body. Why are more magazines and television interviewers not asking her where she gets her ideas? I want to know where those songs come from. I, for one, want to know what goes through her mind when she sings "I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman." I'm always reminded of the Bob Marley classic "No Woman, No Cry" when I hear those aching notes she sings. For that matter, how does she choose those songs she interprets? Why is it she knew, instinctively, her version of the much-covered Stones hit "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" would stand out as a hit, and not fade into music history as a forgotten note?
Of course, some would challenge, quite fairly, that most modern pop-stars are overproduced; the studioesque sheen is too thick to hear the tremendous textures of their voices and the individual instruments. I agree, and yet I disagree. I can't turn down a good Jessica Simpson album, no matter how slick and manufactured it initially sounds to me. But to some extent, I'm with youâthe only way to hear these pop performers is live. Oh, the glory! To be sitting front row at an N*Sync concert, to hear those fluid notes sail over the audience, it's as close to heaven on earth as we get in this life.
Not that I can afford concert tickets these days, for what TicketMaster charges. So mostly I just pick up bootlegs. I have a few I've recorded myself, but like most bootleg collectors, I receive more by trading those already in my possession. Not that I'm adverse to buying them outright, even if it goes against the spirit of the true pop music bootleg collector. Just last week I traded two separate Aaron Carter bootlegs I own (one at the Hard Rock Café, London, the other at the Fillmore) and a Spice Girls at Budokan just so I could get a tape of demos and outtakes from Lindsay Lohan's debut album. Did I get ripped-off? I don't think of it like that. I have my copies, and the sound quality is quite spectacular on them, but what is most important is that I avail myself to the most recent pop phenomenon available, and Lindsay Lohan is it right now. As an actress and a singer (a regular double-threat), I firmly believe Lohan will be the most popular breakout media star since Jennifer Love-Hewitt.
And I needn't tell you, it makes me embarrassed to be a pop fan when you see something like the Ashlee Simpson "Saturday Night Live" scandal from a few months back. I'm sure she was sincere in her excuse for it, but it did make all of us Ashlee Simpson fans look quite the fool. º Last Column: English Has Turned Against Meº more columns | 
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Quote of the Day“The day destroys the night, the night divides the day, carry the four, times the weekend, round up from seven, and: Presto! 14. Not sure what that means, I'll get back to you next album.”
-Gin OrbisonFortune 500 CookieMonkeys and live electrical wire are a bad combo for you this week. Try combing your hair with a rakeâhey, maybe those jokers were right. You will quit smoking this week, and upgrade to the syringe. Don't take any shit from the crippled, elderly, or the extremely weak: pretty much anybody you can get your girlfriend to beat up. This week's lucky burritos: Refried Revenge, Chock-Full- O-Olives, The Grand Mal, Nuthin-But-Sour- Cream, El Sleeping Bag, Someone Beaned My Ass Tonight.
Try again later.Top Shocking New Barry Bonds Allegations1. | Extra 45 pounds of muscle added in 1998 not actually from special "Reverse-Atkins Crazy Carboholics" diet | 2. | Injected Flubber into testicles, just for hell of it | 3. | Paunchy, long-haired trainer "Camaro Dan" not actual fitness expert | 4. | Dosed with Nyquilâduring daylight hours! | 5. | Bonds' bats made from genetically-modified maple trees | 6. | Therapeutic skin grafts actually beef grafts | 7. | Bonds-endorsed "Human Growth Flakes" cereal not safe for children | 8. | Bonds didn't actually write "Surfin' Safari" | 9. | Tasmanian Devil hormone injections not a court-ordered road rage treatment | 10. | Friends, relatives refer to Bonds as "Skippy" | |
|   the commune Focus: Gay Republicans BY red bagel 1/10/2005 A Fistful of Tannenbaum, Chapter 9: Summer of the German BastardEditorâs Note: Millionaire adventurer Jed Foster and sex puppet Paulette Standiford have invaded N.O.R.T.O.N. headquarters, climbed down the endless shaft to its end, where they saw the worldâs biggest bomb, two miles wide and long, boy, was it long. Then some German stepped in.
"Professor von Hufnagel!" shouted Jed Foster, naming the newest character to invade their plot.
He was a tall German, with rough German features and hard German eyes. His German nose was pointed and sprouted a gray German mustache just underneath, matching his hairy German eyebrows. He was bald, like a flesh-colored egg of wrinkly skin, all of it German. In his hand was a gun that almost appeared to grow out of his black-gloved German handâa Dutch revolver.

Editorâs Note: Millionaire adventurer Jed Foster and sex puppet Paulette Standiford have invaded N.O.R.T.O.N. headquarters, climbed down the endless shaft to its end, where they saw the worldâs biggest bomb, two miles wide and long, boy, was it long. Then some German stepped in.
"Professor von Hufnagel!" shouted Jed Foster, naming the newest character to invade their plot.
He was a tall German, with rough German features and hard German eyes. His German nose was pointed and sprouted a gray German mustache just underneath, matching his hairy German eyebrows. He was bald, like a flesh-colored egg of wrinkly skin, all of it German. In his hand was a gun that almost appeared to grow out of his black-gloved German handâa Dutch revolver.
"I thought I smelled your foul stench," said Paulette, and hurt the big Germanâs feelings.
"A tongue as sharp as ever, my pretty pet," said von Hufnagel. He pointed the gun at her tit. "Watch how you waste your breath on insultsâthey will be your last."
"What do you have to do with all this, von Hufnagel?" asked Foster. "Are you part of Ostrich now?"
"Schweinkopf!" exclaimed von Hufnagel. "I am Ostrich!"
It was an amazing confession of shocking value, if one had been properly informed beforehand that von Hufnagel was the man who crippled Foster and put him in his wheelchair years before. Heâs no longer in a wheelchair, of course, thatâs something planned for a prequel, or perhaps a Broadway play.
"It all figures now," said Foster. "The very man who crippled me and put me in that cursed wheelchairâthe worst day of my life. And Iâm still miffed about you killing my son as well."
"He had to die, as do all those who make fun of mein accent!"
"Itâs my accent, you German douchebag!" snapped Paulette.
"How dare you! I invented that accent!" He grabbed her roughly by the arm, and when Foster made a cursory effort to throttle him, von Hufnagel used his robot armâs amazing reflexes to knock him onto his millionaireâs back. "Not so tough now, are you, Foster? Lying on your back, all like⊠uhâŠ" The German made a goofy face and sprawled his hands out, laughing.
Foster wiped the blood from his lipâit had been there for five days, he had just now gotten around to it. "You son of unmarried Germans," growled Foster. "If you do anything to Paulette, Iâll rip your heart out. So help me, or my nameâs not Red Bagel."
"Iâd like to see you try it, from your place on the floor, allâŠ" von Hufnagel gagged and crossed his eyes, laughing louder. He then put on his serious face, and informed them, "You wonât be doing much, once I drop this bomb on America itself!"
"Illegitimate monster!" screamed Foster. "Youâre still mad about losing World War II, arenât you?"
"Ostrich has more important things on its mind these days," said von Hufnagel. "But yeah, it sticks in my craw something fierce."
"Idiot, they made the bomb too big," interrupted Paulette, smirking. "Youâll never find a plane big enough to drop it."
"Maybe⊠or maybe, Iâm the one who has a surprise for you!"
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