Political Theory and the demise of Dallas

[MisterNifty]

Is that all it takes to make things better? How does that reasoning work?

We have finally come to the realization over here in Oak Cliff, Jdwillis, that all of us cultures suck equally well at driving. It isn't just the old ladies and the Chinese. You do not feel that this is a positive sign?

[trolleygirl]

Pleasant Grove is the land of the "untouchables." As you already know, the untouchables were considered less than even a worm to the ruling Hindus of India to the point that they didn't even count. They weren't even part of the process to where they could be reincarnated as a worm. As a result, the only jobs obtainable for such untouchables was to clean the toilets of the Hindus. Likewise, one just cannot see deep south Dallas from an Uptown balcony.



I think you are preaching to the choir, trollygirl. My argument here is that it is better to live in the antithesis of Uptown, this would be the metaphorical "Oak Cliff," than it is to waste away in the sterility of the mythological land of "Uptown." Even Dorothy came to this conclusion, trollygirl. There is no place like home and Oak Cliff is the epitomy of it.
We don't need to change the general perception in Dallas, Trollygirl, but the misperceptions that are created from an Uptown balcony. Just because a person can see a black person or a Hispanic person from their balcony through the lens of a pair of binoculars does not mean that they actually have a black friend or a Hispanic friend. I have actually bumped into such people and touched them in real life, Trollygirl, while in the heat of battle to purchase the best bargains down at the many local flee markets we have here in Oak Cliff. It is no longert about black or white with me, Trollygirl. Things have acrtually evolved to the point that it isn't just a racial issue. In fact, the last person to give me the finger on an Oak Cliff freeway was a little old white woman. Things are changing here for the better.

Okay, um.....hunh???

[MisterNifty]

Okay, um.....hunh???

Hundreds of men arrested outside of chimp exhibit

By Jack Rathman / The Dallas Mourning Zoo

Rathman@Newzoo.com

After setting up a sting operation at the Dallas Zoo, a zoo located within the world famous area of Oak Cliff, zoo officers were surprised when hundreds of men showed up toting bags of bananas.

“It is my first time doing something like this,” said one hapless perpetrator while burying his face in his hands.

That seemed to be the typical response from these online primatifiles.

“I just bought these bananas because I have a terrible potassium deficiency,” was the other, of course.

According to evolutionary zoologists, a lot of men were born with a gene that causes them to cross over to other primates.

“They really don’t know what they are doing,” said Dr. Darwin, trying his best to diagnose the psychopaths, “so I wouldn’t call it desire that makes them show up.”

And yet over and over they continued showing up with plastic bags filled with delicious, yellow bananas.

“Eee! Eeeee! EEEee!” said one arriving suspect attired in a monkey suit.

“The cage is open!” came the usual response from a decoy employed to impersonate the promiscuous habits of a sexy female chimp.

For all intended purposes, the chimps do seem largely unaffected by the abuse.

“The attention gives them something else to amuse themselves with,” continued Dr. Darwin, while scratching both his underarms, “whereas before they only had all those hot fools circling in that monorail to laugh about.”

Meanwhile, it appears that the caged chimps have recently started stacking boxes to live in.

We call it the “Uptown syndrom,” said Dr. Darwin.

[MisterNifty]

I have often wondered why poor southern people were poor. It seems as if we describe them as poor, they are poor. As if it were a preordained conclusion. Like people with fuzzy dice don't drive BMWs. Or the JFK assassination.
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NASCAR.

Sorry that I forget to respond to your post. I thought that you hit the nail on the head actually. As I have pointed out before in another post, we have our humor dictated to us during our so called "quality free time." This brand of humor is a lot like sewage as it gets manufactured, processed, editted and dumped from a pornographic fountainhead located in the very heart of New York City -- Manhattan Island. From there it flows towards the vile chemical plants of New Jersey before it gushes forth further still towards the heartland of the midwest and the mountain badlands of Jed Clampitt and the hillbillys -- the primitive land of Dixie. This information finally oozes to the point that it pours towards the frontier lands of the savage, wild west or gets stopped up altogether in the depths of the deep, deep south. It is here that you will find people willing to laugh at themselves when portrayed as a backwards idiot willing to marry their sister. As a result of this dictation and manipulation, we end up being audiences who applaud any kind of nonsense just because they turn on applause signs telling us to; or, we feel impotent or ashamed as an audience when we don't oblige the shallow sitcoms by laughing along with their dubbed over laughtracks of dead people. As a consequence we no longer have control over our entertainment. We should have free will when it comes to what we find entertaining but we don't.
And just think how simple it is to write all this kind of nonsense? Really. Any writers can live a lifestyle of all night drinking, snorting cocaine and wild orgying as long as they remember one simple rule -- all first rate entertainment in the United States is hilarious as long as it ridicules on some level the conservative, fundamentalistic, food growing southerner in the process.
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