Suborbital subsidies
Richard Branson couldn’t stop smiling and praising himself for “blasting off” as high as the Soviet Union sent a dog in the 1950’s. Jeff Bezos followed it up by tying the records set by “Ham” the chimp the US sent up in 1961.
The plague we deserve
For years comedians like George Carlin and Bill Burr have been calling for a plague. Something to wipe out the stupid and intolerable.
Seeing the world through blue-tinted glasses
Larry the Cable Guy taught me something on Twitter. I too, am becoming a narrow-minded old fart.
Papas don’t let your babies grow up to read Bullshit
I learned recently that several fathers have let their children read this Bullshit. I’m seriously thinking about calling Child Protective Services.
A History of Phoenix
Phoenix, Arizona, where mighty rivers go to die.
Phoenix is a giant sandy sponge that soaks up all the fresh water from 5 states. The Salt and Verde rivers bring water from northern Arizona and New Mexico and run dry 30 miles short of Phoenix. The underground aquifers of the Santa Cruz, Gila, Agua Fria and New rivers drift into the Valley of the Sun.
A Bullshit Marketing Report
We regret to inform you that your marketing efforts are failing — for us. As you may already know, the Bullshit blog has several entries to include the shit Lewis was kind enough to read in his “Rant is Due” tirades.
Casual Racism at the Post Office
The Bear and I went to get our passports renewed. His nametag said Bob. Bob was efficient, thorough and a mother fucking racist.
Flat Head
After 57 years of surviving on this planet, I just found out, I’m deformed.
The N-Word
I love dirty words. Nothing can convey raw emotion and add meaning like throwing a few fucks or shits into the conversation.
The Metamorphosis — Bullshit Style
Jesus was sitting with him at bar in the Third World Club when the first signs of a metaphorical exoskeleton started to cover the douchebag millennial’s body.
New Wix-free Bullshit
I finally freed myself of the wicked Wix and moved my bullshit to Wordpress.
Freezing in Tucson
It was the one day of the year when the people of Tucson whispered “winter is coming” and dug in their closets to find their one dust-covered windbreaker.
Future Mascots
If you are going to have a team, it’s going to need a nickname, a mascot and some fucked up cheers.
The Flight to Fredericton
The bosses said it was a really important trip and they needed “key” people to go. I was really happy they picked me, until I learned “key people” means fucking idiots.
Fat Biker: Clueless Riders
My clueless riders, didn’t ask and didn’t know those things. They just assumed that everyone thinks it’s OK to endanger and maybe kill other people who don’t look like or sound like you.
