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Washington, D.C. Ansel Evans Southern demonstrators burn Constitution, delicious BBQ ribs in protest .S. District Judge Myron Thompson shocked the nation Friday, ruling that the entire South was in violation of the U.S. Constitutionâs principle of separation of church and state, and ordering that all nine Southern states be removed from the Union immediately. Thompson, who incited national controversy the previous week when he ordered the removal of a 2.6-ton granite Ten Commandments monument from Alabama's state judicial building, defended his unprecedented action as merely a logical extension of federal law, dictated by the U.S. Constitution.
âSouth Carolina, Mississippi, Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana, Texas, Arkansas and Tennessee have for years stood in clear violation of the separation of religion and government, a basic concept upon which America was founded...
.S. District Judge Myron Thompson shocked the nation Friday, ruling that the entire South was in violation of the U.S. Constitutionâs principle of separation of church and state, and ordering that all nine Southern states be removed from the Union immediately. Thompson, who incited national controversy the previous week when he ordered the removal of a 2.6-ton granite Ten Commandments monument from Alabama's state judicial building, defended his unprecedented action as merely a logical extension of federal law, dictated by the U.S. Constitution. âSouth Carolina, Mississippi, Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana, Texas, Arkansas and Tennessee have for years stood in clear violation of the separation of religion and government, a basic concept upon which America was founded. From the highest levels of state government down to local law enforcement, Christianity has not only been favored, but has virtually stood as the law of the land for generations,â said Thompson, explaining his ruling. As of press time, it was unclear whether all Southern residents would be required to leave the country, or if the U.S. would cut its chigger-infested losses and draw up new borders. With the nine Southern states understandably resistant to the order, Thompson has threatened each state with a $5 billion fine per day until they comply with the order and presumably pack up their shit. While the fines are expected to wipe out most Southern states in the first fifteen minutes, Arkansas has already defiantly suggested that it will pay the fine, just as soon as its luck evens out on the pull-tabs. âThis ruling is an outrage!â shouted Alabama Gov. Bob Riley, to no one in particular. âThe South has just as much right to be in this country as all those uppity pagan states that follow the Constitution. Besides, where are we supposed to go? Mexico? Those bean-burners is all godless Catholics, ainât they?â Alabama Chief Justice Roy Moore, who came to local fame and prominence as the âTen Commandments Judgeâ after refusing to remove a huge view-obstructing Ten Commandments bumpersticker from the windshield of his car, is credited with having sparked this series of events when he installed the offending monument in his courthouse. Moore took a break from selling homemade âIâm with Stupid & the Ten Commandmentsâ t-shirts at local rock shows to organize several Constitution-burnings throughout the South this week. âYeah, this is a violation of our right to free speech, or something,â claimed a befuddled Moore. âWait, can we go back to the Ten Commandments thing? Iâm still pissed about that. This countryâs laws were based on those Commandments! Mostly. And now weâve got to hide âem in some back toilet? Sickening! No one can hide from that truth. âThou shalt not kill?â We got that law, donât we? âThou shalt not steal?â Got that one too. âThou shalt notâŚuh⌠fornicate⌠with⌠thy neighborâs⌠uh, somethingâŚâ Anyway, you know where Iâm going with this! Sickening!â âAnd what about Kentucky, whatâd they ever do that was so Constitutional?â questioned Gov. Riley when he realized the microphone was still on. âI always âspected they werenât as God-fearing as the rest of us, and this just proves it. Well I hope you can have fun in your nice fancy country, Kentucky, when youâre burning in hell! Ha! Gotta admit I gotcha there.â Despite an overabundance of spunk, legal experts agree that the Southern states are still likely to be evicted. âWell, I guess on the bright side this means we can put our monument back,â mused Moore, looking around for a dolly. the commune news has been kicked out of several Unions, but being expelled from the Local Ice Cream Eaterâs 401 was the most unkindest cut of them all. Lil Duncan is a big fan of the Ten Commandments, their cute Irish bass player in particular.
 | Are You Shot? an Iraqi Reality Hit September 1, 2003 |
Baghdad, Iraq Junior Bacon Contestants vie for prizes and medical attention on ABCâs newest reality show he most recent Nielsen ratings released Monday confirm the surprising success of ABCâs controversial new show, Are You Shot?, an unscripted reality program featuring former soap opera star Lorenzo Lamas and a panel of judges critiquing the injuries suffered by American GIs and civilians in post-war Iraq.
Critics and social commentators have savaged the program ever since it rose from the ashes of ABCâs ill-fated reality dud Are You Hot? The Search for America's Sexiest People, which was cancelled earlier this year due to lukewarm ratings and a lawsuit by radio shock jock Howard Stern. Despite claims that the new show (which features Lamas detailing puss-soaked head wounds and missing limbs with a laser pointer) is in appallingly bad taste and degrades the wh...
he most recent Nielsen ratings released Monday confirm the surprising success of ABCâs controversial new show, Are You Shot?, an unscripted reality program featuring former soap opera star Lorenzo Lamas and a panel of judges critiquing the injuries suffered by American GIs and civilians in post-war Iraq. Critics and social commentators have savaged the program ever since it rose from the ashes of ABCâs ill-fated reality dud Are You Hot? The Search for America's Sexiest People, which was cancelled earlier this year due to lukewarm ratings and a lawsuit by radio shock jock Howard Stern. Despite claims that the new show (which features Lamas detailing puss-soaked head wounds and missing limbs with a laser pointer) is in appallingly bad taste and degrades the whole of humanity, U.S. viewers canât get enough. âI always want to keep up on whatâs going on over there in Iraq, but it can be so tough,â explained avid viewer and bakery assistant Megan Herbert. âOne minute weâre the bad guys, then the good guys, then the bad guys again, then a deli blows up. I like it better when thereâs points and we can see whoâs winning.â Producers set up the show by dividing Iraq into twelve different âHell Zones,â geographical regions from which contestants would be drawn. Each episode of the show focuses on contestants from a different zone, with viewers voting over the Internet on which challenger had been most severely fucked-up as a result of the ongoing U.S. occupation. Early episodes of the show have scored Nielsen ratings as high as 26.3, besting such popular reality staples as Temptation Island and Oops, I Ate Your Dog. Such a surprising early success has ABC executives buzzing about possible record ratings for the planned season finale in the âHell Zoneâ of the Sunni Triangle. Thus far, the Nielsen Media Research corporation has been unable to track accurate ratings for the show in Iraq itself, due to the small number of working televisions in the country which havenât been either kicked in or bartered for food. On top of suggesting that the show devalues human suffering and takes too long to get to the good gory parts, critics have also slammed Are You Shot? for extending the career of celebrity waste-of-space Lorenzo Lamas, who until recently was making ends meet lending his talents to a celebrity prank-calling service. âSure, some people may argue that the show is in poor taste,â admitted Lamas, while compulsively highlighting this reporterâs papercut with his laser pointer. âBut America has always thrived on raising poor taste to the level of an art form. Without our example, the rest of the world would have no way of knowing when the bottom of the barrel has been scraped.â âHold on a second,â Lamas interrupted, glancing at his watch as he dialed a cell phone. âHello, this is Lorenzo Lamas, from Falcon Crest. Do you have Prince Albert in a can? No, no, thatâs Prince Harry. No, I donât think he would actually fit in a can. Yes, he is quite adorable. Uh-huh, youâre right on that. Okay. Okay, thank you. Goodbye.â the commune news has launched its own in-office reality show, Are You Shit?, which amounts to little more than an ongoing staff roast aided by Boris Utzovâs confiscated laser pointer, but it passes the time. commune foreign correspondent Ivan Nacutchacokov didnât actually need to travel to Iraq to cover this story, but we thought itâd be funnier to tell him that when he got back.
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 April 19, 2004 The Legendary Spot of Coco Hobari McSteveIn a tree by the beach
lived a lecherous leech
named Coco Hobari McSteve.
McSteve believed
that a spot on his sleeve
held the secret the universe had pondered.
So anyone who wandered
by the tree or who squandered
a glance elsewhere was reminded.
That anyone who was blinded
certainly wouldn't have minded
if it was done by that beautiful spot.
He said it a little
and he said it a lot
He told when it was cold
and he told when it was hot
But very few listened
and even fewer cared
that the spot looked a lot
like a duck that was scared.
McSteve thought this important,
kind of scarily so
and if you walked by the ocean
he would...
º Last Column: Isaac DePlane º more columns
In a tree by the beach
lived a lecherous leech
named Coco Hobari McSteve.
McSteve believed
that a spot on his sleeve
held the secret the universe had pondered.
So anyone who wandered
by the tree or who squandered
a glance elsewhere was reminded.
That anyone who was blinded
certainly wouldn't have minded
if it was done by that beautiful spot.
He said it a little
and he said it a lot
He told when it was cold
and he told when it was hot
But very few listened
and even fewer cared
that the spot looked a lot
like a duck that was scared.
McSteve thought this important,
kind of scarily so
and if you walked by the ocean
he would surely let you know.
He had all kinds of stories,
two legends and a myth
that explained the deeper meaning
of the stigmata he lived with.
I traveled from a far-off land
West of Can and east of Hat
to find Coco McSteve
and the tree where he lived at.
I had heard the stories of this spot
and the enlightenment it brought
but when I finally spied it
I found that it did not.
I climbed up in that creaky tree
and crawled out on my knees.
And when I glanced that hallowed spot I
realized it was cheese.
Some kind of spray-can cheese
a fleck, borne of untidy eating.
And when I told McSteve my thoughts
he thought that I was cheating.
But with a lick and then a shrug
there was no doubtâhe knew.
And with no further ado
he went on to contemplate his amazing shoe. º Last Column: Isaac DePlaneº more columns | 
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|   Blackout Blamed on Failure of White Power BY dick charleston 3/15/2004 Alistair SchitIn a decidedly real part of the city of London were the common site of workhouses. While I shall not assign a definitive background to our title character, it is possible his mother was in the employ of one of these places. His father might have been a traveling circus clown, which would account for the boy's large and cumbersome feet, but again, I make not up shit when I need not. For whatever account he came to be, Alistair Schit was a street urchin, born free in the manner that sucks.
The first years of his life were spent in an orphanage, all residents marching in single-file lines as if from a Pink Floyd video, piling under-nourishing gruel into their bowls, and tater tots on Fridays. None of the boys was successfully fed in this fashion, always going to bed hungry to fa...
In a decidedly real part of the city of London were the common site of workhouses. While I shall not assign a definitive background to our title character, it is possible his mother was in the employ of one of these places. His father might have been a traveling circus clown, which would account for the boy's large and cumbersome feet, but again, I make not up shit when I need not. For whatever account he came to be, Alistair Schit was a street urchin, born free in the manner that sucks.
The first years of his life were spent in an orphanage, all residents marching in single-file lines as if from a Pink Floyd video, piling under-nourishing gruel into their bowls, and tater tots on Fridays. None of the boys was successfully fed in this fashion, always going to bed hungry to face the next day in the style of slow dying. It was Alistair who, encouraged by the other boys, brought the attention to the orphanage director, Mr. Hannigan.
"Hey, jackass," inquired Alistair, "what's up with this gruel? You pocketing the money you're supposed to be using to feed us?"
"Why, you scamp!" rattled Mr. Hannigan. "What exactly are you accusing me of?"
"I ain't saying nothing," professed Alistair. "Just give me moreâmore, bitch! Hustle that fat ass. I'm hungry. We're all hungry, eatin' this K-Mart gruel shit."
Hannigan was outraged, mostly by the K-Mart insult, and Alistair was thrown into a dank and small room not entirely unlike debtors' prison, which I've really been to. Have you ever been to debtors' prison, dear reader? Oh, lord, it is merciless! At night time your fellow cell boarder will try to have sex with your backside, regardless of whether or not you enjoy homosexual intercourse. The guards will walk right past your cell and pretend not to see anything, no matter how you attempt to again the attention with shouting or tearful crying.
None of these things, however, happened to Alistair in his small room, all alone. He might have sang a song, if that's your pleasure, but probably mostly he touched himself in an illicit fashion I will not detail. But at some point, he ungirded the protective casing on a window. Did I mention there was a window? Indeed there was, even if I didn't. For that's how Alistair escaped from the orphanage and took to the streets. And if you think the orphanage personnel went about trying to find Alistair and bring him back, oh, are you wrong, brother. They gave not a shit.
The next few days past in a condensed narrative manner for Alistair. He was cold, tired, hungry, and spent most of them crying. A lot like his days spent at the orphanage, but lacking the savage beatings that at least allowed you to set your watch to correct time. In the days he gathered food from the refuse bin behind the local sperm bank; at night times he slept in a horse pen, where he also snacked. Truly life looked very dim for Alistair, so morbid and downcast many readers might have slashed their own wrists by this time for merciful release.
All those terrible times passed until the day Alistair met Art Danger, a fellow runaway orphan who earned a healthy living picking the pockets of passing strangers and well-to-do men. In truth, Art Danger picked the very pocket of your author, and my main interest in telling this entire story is to find the scamp and get my earnings back. He was 4'6", black hair, unkempt face and clothing, a ridiculous stove-pipe hat, and gold bling-bling around his neck. Any information leading to his arrest and conviction, and the return of my wallet, is subject to a small reward.
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