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The Gambler

Mrs. Prop really enjoys playing the lottery. I personally despise any form of gambling whether it's high stakes horse races or a simple $5 "Quick Pick" in the Super Lotto. When she asks me to buy a lotto ticket I usually respond with "You know that you have a better chance of being struck by lighting than winning the lottery." Last week this conversation ended with me going out to buy a ticket. The truth is that Mrs. Prop will have the last laugh if and when we actually win the damned lottery (probability highly unlikely). 

These days, when I think about gambling, Kenny Rogers comes to mind. Living in Southern California we are inundated by radio and television ads for Barona Resort & Casino. Apparently Kenny Rogers got bored at running his chicken restaurants so he sold the chain to Nathan's and now he pimps for a casino in the San Diego area. Although the casino is located on Native American land and run by the Barona tribe, Kenny Rogers is the white face to lure gullible white people into the casino. It's a place with "the luckiest slots" that caters to "real players", as opposed to the fake ones. Hmm, do "real players" have to dress like Kenny Rogers?

   

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.

Why would I want to waste my hard-earned money by throwing it away in a slot machine or shamefully abdicating it to a seedy poker dealer? Maybe I just don't get it. Both my Dad and his sister love gambling. In fact they go to Barona regularly. They also go to Vegas about four times a year. I don't understand the thrill and excitement of giving one's money away to a huge corporation for nothing in return but humiliation. I have better things to do with my time, like catching up on my reading or photo-shopping pictures of the pope and the president.

Although I find most country music to be extraordinarily lame and cheesy, there's something cool and even suave about Kenny Rogers. Maybe it's the late 1800s-era outfit he's wearing. Or maybe it's Will Sasso's impersonation of Kenny Rogers which I truly dig. Check out Kenny Rogers Jackass where contestants are forced to gulp rotten milk while Kenny downs a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Don't be a jackass. Don't gamble.

America, Circa 2005

          

Who's the one getting f*%ked over again?    

National Lampoon's Crawford Chickenhawk Vacation

Bush has been catapulting the propaganda for so long that he now believes his own lies. Justin Frank @ The Huffington Post argues cogently that the president drinks his own kool-aid:

Psychoanalytic theory suggests that Bush's true enemy is an aspect of himself -- the overwhelming anxiety he works so hard to manage. For Bush, lying remains a central defense mechanism in managing his fears; he lies foremost to himself, altering his perception of external or internal reality to fulfill his psychic need to maintain order. His anxiety is so great that he cannot shift his thinking to account for new information --especially the fact that patriotic families of patriotic soldiers demand that he speak with them.

He ignores whatever discomforts him. He blocks it out and goes for a bike ride. He responds indirectly to a grieving mother by saying "I have to get on with my life". Maybe he meant that he has to get on with his lies.

 

The tough and gruff War President® is really a callous, pathological liar. He might try to hide his weakness behind a cod piece enhanced flight-suit but his true outfit of choice is an 18th century gown.

Related AGITPROP posts:  [The Madness of King George]  [Is Our Leader Schizophrenic]

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World Breastfeeding Week

This week is World Breastfeeding Week which is sponsored by the World Alliance For Breastfeeding Action. Some of you might say, why is Agi T. Prop writing about breastfeeding? To bring light to an important health issue or just to make a crude joke? Hmm. 

The health benefits of breastfeeding a child completely outweigh giving them corporate bottled formula. It is true that some prominent media personalities have expressed dismay over breastfeeding in public. These prudes are simply unable to get over their trite misgivings about a natural phenomenon that is as ancient as fire and water. I say, let women feed their children the natural way, in public or private. Victorianism is like so 19th century man! Let mothers be mothers.

Sing your heart out Johnny Boy! Lord knows you must be bored sitting at home trying to resist the temptation to dance to your salacious tunes.

I apologize for the image above. I've been wanting to throw in an Aschroft/breast reference ever since I started this blog web magazine.

Rummy Goes To Iraq (Again)

                      

22 years later: same American guy, different Iraqi puppet. Hopefully this puppet won't turn on the United States like the last one did.      

technorati:  Iraq

The Maturation of Evil

               

i ♥ endless war

After September 11, 2001, I told the American people that the road ahead would be difficult and that we would prevail. Well, it has been difficult and we are prevailing. Our enemies are brutal, but they are no match for the United States of America, and they are no match for the men and women of the United States military.                              -- President Bush, 6/28/2005

Every war when it comes, or before it comes, is represented not as a war but as an act of self-defense against a homicidal maniac. -- George Orwell

It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and mortal terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies.  -- Colonel Kurtz, Apocalypse Now

i ♥ clinton

Remember the good ol' days when lying about a blowjob could get you impeached?

      

The beauty of Bill Clinton was that he professed a profound hope in humanity. Remember his campaign theme song was "Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow". He may have not lived up to his rhetoric but at least you could feel inspired by him.

President Bush also professes hope with his freedom/democracy rhetoric by proclaiming "freedom is on the march" in the Middle East. However, anyone with half a brain would not characterize the outcome of his policies as particularly hopeful.

I didn't agree with Clinton on everything. But he was a president who understood reality. Oh, and what a speaker! I could listen to Bill talk about anything for hours on end. With Bush I can only take about five minutes before ripping my hair out.

i ♥ rumsfeld

            

            Where does the persona end and the self caricature begin?