K-Dough is Komplex
The comments that a few people left yesterday after I railed and ranted about something very important to me trivialized and degraded the dire point I was trying to make. And you know what? If I had feelings, I'm sure I would be hurt right now.
Look, I'm not just all tits and ass people. Sure, I know you've come to expect a certain degree of frivolity, obscenity and iconoclasm to flow from the tips of my golden fingers, but for the love of god(s), cut me some slack, would ya?
I am a prima donna - the Kovalev of Kommentary- and I expect to be treated as such by you worthless plebes!
Now lick my shoes and tell me how great I am, before I figure out a way to sue you for something.
Look, I'm not just all tits and ass people. Sure, I know you've come to expect a certain degree of frivolity, obscenity and iconoclasm to flow from the tips of my golden fingers, but for the love of god(s), cut me some slack, would ya?
I am a prima donna - the Kovalev of Kommentary- and I expect to be treated as such by you worthless plebes!
Now lick my shoes and tell me how great I am, before I figure out a way to sue you for something.
posted by K-Dough at 9:54 AM
7 Comments:
Eek eek eek.
I think that your acerbic yet forthright comments about the Neocon obsession with goose-stepping along with American foreign policy and singing the pledges of eternal servitude to the Israeli apartheid terror state were the most succinct and straightforward that I’ve read anywhere.
It takes a lot of distracting poseur chest puffing about issues well outside of our Canuck snack bracket to divert people from the fact that most of what passes for domestic policy from these “crackdown tacklers” is rapture based.
It is fun to sling invective and throw down with some good smash mouth diatribe where trivial “tits and ass” issues are concerned but the more pressing issues such as the Neocon gang rape of the Canadian global identity also deserve the same degree of knuckle based scrutiny.
If you can couch these important issues inside an onslaught of razor nosed irreverence, all the better for the consumption of said issues by those who would not choose or bother to give them a second thought.
As for the shoe licking perhaps you could email our alleged “Minister of Foreign Affairs” and find out where he gets his Mack Daddy He-Man woman hater loafers licked these days.
J-Dog- try saying that again with a pillow over your face.
Christ, I hate being an adult. I finally get the K-Dough blog I'm pining for, and I have to run out and make a living/fulfill family responsibilities/client obligations/eat a crappy pizza slice on the run...so I can come back and catch up with fucking e-mails while preparing a semi-healthy meal for my off-spring. Yeah, I'm bitching, and I'm tired. I need cold beer, loud tunes and a dirty, dirty woman. Now.
(I have to say that Peter MaKay/Belinda Stronach "dog" thing was good for a fucking larf though. Life isn't all bad...)
K-Dough,
I think you're the swankiest kat in kensington. some days, your lovely prose and burning passion work me into a froth that only a swig of whiskey wipes away. so i don't comment.
To read, read, read you is to love, love, love you. Or, er, that didn't come out right. shit. delete. delete. how the fuck to i delete is it this button - 0 lfv
wait a minute, wait a minute k-man.....i went to lick your shoes and first off, there was gum stuck on the soles....gum and some dog poo. the tops were not only dusty, but the laces had ravelled at the end and burrs were stuck to them.
i considered the worth of my own tongue and knowling i'm not a feline with one of sandpaper and antispetic qualities, i thought it best to keep said oral musle away from your royal highnesses' pumps and take my rightful place back in the tavern of plebes.
this i did, the mead was good, and all peasants were merrily discussing king dough's latest proclamations with hope and faith that our majestic madman can deliver us from the claws of evil.
i trust your squires have shined your armour and your steed is in good keeping and ready to take you to your next joust.
Yer gonna have a hard time dancing to the Monkey music wearing all that shit K-Dough.
Just comphremise and wear a cup. That way you won't have much weighing you down, and when you get tagged by people throwing loose change, it won't hurt.:)
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