Stephen Colbert’s Intellectual Beat Down
Yes!
Before this Blog entry continues, I must admit that using a single affirmative word to make a statement is not new. The advertising geniuses of Nazi Germany had posters with Hitler’s face displayed next to the word Yes! (in German of course). We must remember that Nazi expertise informs the advertising business in particular and the media in general. Let’s not forget about the word media: it’s refers to what is the middle—between you and the object of your attention.
Yes!
Stephen Colbert committed the act that I personally have always wanted to do to George W. Bush since I was forced to see and hear his monkey ass. I rarely listen to obsequious NPR these days to avoid hearing the sound of his voice. Now, it would be no surprise to find white supremacists peacefully residing in gated communities flattering themselves and assuming that I would want to do something more physical to George W. Bush—and on the other hand there would be Blackalicious short order cooks out there trying to serve me with a case of punking out—while they have not done shit but talk shit. But no, Stephen Colbert smacked that little bitch up to my satisfaction. Verily, verily: there is no need to slay the wicked…. Evil shall slay the wicked: and they that hate the righteous shall be desolate.
So now, after Stephen’s explanation of what happened that night three feet away from the Bush’s, all he has to do is stay alive. We don’t need to see the story of how a “mentally unstable” Stephen “fell” from hotel window masturbating with Pee Wee Herman and a case of child pornography, high on crank, found to be HIV positive with nine forms of cancer and a possible case of Bird Flu on top of a parked SUV made of depleted uranium packed with explosives.
Yes!
Stay alive… In the mean time, “the media” pretends Stephen does not exist. Let this be ‘the death’ of Stephen Colbert. Let this be the only form of violence. Let’s keep it abstract. Let’s keep it mental, folks… Stephen is a hardened professional and he can take some soft-core blacklisting, a performance of school-playground clique games on a worldwide scale…
The media managers prove again on a grand scale that there is no true competition for those natural forces of talent out there in the entertainment business: there is only betrayal and murder—abstract and, too often, physical murder.