VD Dreams

(to the tune of "Sweet Dreams" by Annie Lennox)

I think that I have VD

I think that you gave it to me

You don’t get it from a toilet seat

Everybody gets it from someone

There’s a syphilis sore on my hip

A herpes pustule on my lip

My shlong’s swollen up just like a blintz

Gotta wring out the pus with a rolling pin

I think that I have VD

It really hurts when I have to pee

I spray on the stalls right next to me

Everybody runs away screaming

You screw all the people screwed the one you screw

A geometric progression, but I fear it’s true

If one humped a monkey in the zoo

You might as well humped that monkey too

Some of them should be quarantined

Some got mutations in their genes

Hepatitis A, B, C, and D

The kinda crabs you don’t see at the beach

Some of them got a yeast infection

New damn diseases escape detection

Make AIDS look like the common cold

Best stick with porno and just get old

I think that I have VD

My penis fell off, ran away from me

Got on the bus, went to DC

Now it's in the Congress, making speeches

Boy George: Commie Chameleon

RED ALERT!!!!

Dr. Herbert Armbruster's weekly front-line report on the International Communist Conspiracy in these United States.

Does Boy George make you see Red? If so, you have no need to visit the opthamalogist eye doctor in the immediate future. You, sir, have 20-20 vision and are a true American patriot. Why do I make this inference? Because you see through his Commie deception. To speak the plain truth. Boy George is a transmission belt for Red propaganda of the basest sort. (This is not meant as any sort of slur on his fine bass player.) Neither nor is this a slur on the homosexualist community of these United States. Some of the most upstanding warriors in our nation’s fight against the Marxist-Leninist virus shared this inclination, from Roy Cohn to Herbert Hoover to John Birch himself. In fact, on further consideration, it seems to be a common denominator, though I can assure you I am not of this persuasion, ask my wife.

To return to the topic at hand, Boy George is (as his "Top 40" song implies) a true commie chameleon. In the manner of a chameleon, he cunningly assumes the form of a harmlessly androgynous wearer of funny hats. A true weak sister, he. No threat to anyone! Why, he wouldn’t hurt a fly! Thus, Lady Liberty drops her guard. And Mother Russia lands a sucker punch. And she’s no lady.

Don’t you see what’s happening, my friends? Don’t you see?

Oh I can see.

And I’ll tell you what I see.

Where “moralists” and “holy rollers” of the old-fashioned persuasion might see pink, a steely-eyed American patriot who’s in the know sees Red. And that’s what I see when Boy George takes the stage. (And I've been studying him for a long time and attend his concerts whenever possible, at considerable expense and much to the distress of my wife.) Yes. I’m not jumping to conclusions. No. I have been informed through utterly reliable sources that this “harmless” performer conceals and maintains a bulky shortwave radio set throughout his “gigs,” whereby he provides intelligence (in encrypted form) to his Red paymasters on American troop movements and what kids these days like. The lyrics of his so-called "songs" offer their own coded messages. Which is or are all too plain if you decode them. As I have, over many sleepless nights by the aid of a stockpile of vintage Benzedrine inhalers. It is both an acrostic and a substitution cipher.

By way of brief example, let’s consider the inner meaning of “Karma Chameleon.”

K=Kyrgyzstan

A=Alliance for Progress

R=Russia

M=Mao

A= Adlai Stevenson

C=Chevrolet

H=Hoover

A=Apple Pie

M=Mom

E=Excellent

L=Lenny Bruce

E=Eisenhower

O=OSS

N=Nehru.

This clearly indicates the Commie game plan. Do I need to spell it out?

Allow me to state the obvious.

While America’s unsuspecting juvenile delinquents listen to Boy George and subversive comedy albums, a pincher movement of combined USSR and Chi-Com forces will make a stealthy approach through the Kyrgyzstan salient, then drive through the Indian subcontinent in a blitzkrieg attack. The resulting land grab will destroy the American way of life and make our mothers cry through a combination of cheap labor and sacred cows. (Starting to catch my drift, friend?)I'm sure you have. By installing automobile and pie factories in the land of Gandhi and stealing American jobs, our standard of living will plummet and Red and Com-Symp unions will cry “strike!” — thereby making the fake “Greater Depression” worse, and proving Ike’s “missile gap” was a big lie. After the riots die down and the Commie paratroopers drop in, Joe Dokes will discover (when it’s far too late) that Nixon (in defiance of Adlai Stevenson) found the unholy truth in a pumpkin patch, and “Wild Bill” Donovan gets the last laugh.

What could be clearer than that?

ASAP's Fairy Tales

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Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood brought goodies to her Grandma who lives in a cottage in the woods. A cross-dressing wolf tried to eat her. A hunter killed the wolf. The end.

The Big Bad Wolf

A wolf tried to eat three little pigs. He blew down the straw hut and the wood hut. The pigs ran into the brick hut. Wolfie couldn’t blow that down so he climbed down the chimney and burned to death. The end.

The Fox and the Grapes

The fox tried to get the grapes. They were too high. He gave up and decided the grapes sucked. The end.

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Snow White's wicked Stepmother tried to kill her. She wound up living with midgets. Then, her Stepmother tried to poison her with an apple but ate it by mistake. The end.

Jack the Giant Killer

Jack climbed up a magic beanstalk and killed the giant. Then he took all his stuff. The end.

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Mold Injected Plastic!

Old film footage. Black and white. Bad sound. A cornball barbershop quartet sings with a fake Irish accent. The tune is basically lifted from "Tooralooraloora," but slightly changed. They sing with feeling. Gushy feeling.

Melted plastic is injected in a cunning mold.

Once it's cooled, it's then inspected

Packed and shipped and sold.

Molded plastic, it’s fantastic,

Worth its weight in gold.

Mold-injected plastic ...

A wonder to behold!

It’s there in everything you see.

It’s there in all you do.

Mold-injected plastic

It’s like a friend so true!

"Plastics, lad," the wise man said--and it's still true today!

Our polymeric plastic land, the grand old USA

All you ages past of stone and copper

Iron, bronze and brass ...

This is the Age of Plastic

So you all can kiss my ass!

It’s there in games and toys and guns.

It helps us fight the war.

Mold-injected plastic

Makes life worth living for!

These plastic treasures never rust or stain or chip away.

Your sturdy ice chest will survive

From now 'til Judgment Day!

From your child's platoon of army men,

To wife's dildo 'neath the bed,

Mold-injected plastic ...

Will be here when they're dead!

When Jesus Christ returns to earth

We know what He will do

His sandals will be neoprene

Sure, His white robe is plastic too!

This bizarre jingle is part of a longer series of sketches involving the JACK GETZ character, who works at an advertising agency. Their latest, biggest account, is the American Mold-Injected Plastics Manufacturers Association. Mr. P. Laydo, the crew-cutted, beefy head of the AMIPMA, plays this scratchy, black and film -- dating back to the early 1960s -- to the folks at the agency. (The more surreal verses involving Jesus Christ and dildos are in Jack's imagination as Jack nods off in sheer boredom.) Then, Jack snaps awake. Mr. P. Laydo is shouting, "Well, what did you think?" Before the creatives can answer, the beefy CEO says he wants to create a hip, new, "cutting-edge" image for mold-injected plastic that young folk can relate to -- you know, like that stuff on MTV. Can you do it? Well, sure. Jack's just the man for the job! Jack winds up creating a series of campaigns, ripping off James Bond, the Beastie Boys, Cyndi Lauper, pretty much any cultural detritus he can throw in the blender, including the "What would our world look like if all the mold-injected plastic disappeared?" bit that they already did on "Amazon Women on the Moon." it goes on for pages and pages. The guy hates Jack's stuff and, ultimately, goes back to the cornball barbershop quartet. Jack gets fired.