Saturday, December 5, 2015

Chalupa ate some catnip and now is manic


HOLYFUCK! 
INSANE RIGHTOID REACTIONARIES!
WHERE'S THE FUCKING GUN CONTROL, OBAMA?
HOLYFUCK!
 
SEATSIX, 
WE'LL GET MURDERED AT THE GAME
UNLESS OBAMA TAKES THOSE REACTIONARIES' GUNS
PLANET, 
YOU'LL DIE WHILE MAKING ART
UNLESS OBAMA TAKES THOSE REACTIONARIES' GUNS
EARTHGIRL, 
YOU'LL DIE WHILE IGNORING ME AGAIN
UNLESS OBAMA TAKES THOSE REACTIONARIES' GUNS
MY WFMU e-BUDDIES, 
YOU'LL DIE UNLESS...UNLESS...
UNLESS OBAMA TAKES THOSE REACTIONARIES' GUNS

HOLYFUCK!
THOUGHT I WAS A GENIUS, BUT
I'M JUST A LIBRARIAN
HOLYFUCK!

HOLYFUCK!
CHRISTER CRACKER REDNECKS NEED TO BE KILLED
BUT ONLY AFTER
WE DO WHAT'S NEEDED, MEANING:
OBAMA TAKES THOSE REACTIONARIES' GUNS!

HOLYFUCK!
I'LL RENEG ON MY OBAMAPOSTASY WHEN
OBAMA TAKES THOSE REACTIONARIES' GUNS!

HOLYFUCK!
EVERYTHING I HATE = REACTIONARY!

HOLYFUCK!
WHERE ARE MY ANTI-PSYCHOTIC MEDS?
HOLYFUCK!

HOLYFUCK!

HOLYFUCK!
I'M AFRAID OF MY OWN SHADOW 
IN 
MEATSPACE, 
BUT
ONLINE I CAN KICK ANYONE'S ASS, AND
ESPECIALLY A FUCKING
REACTIONARY POSING AS 
A NEO-LIBERAL WHO
IS JUST A REACTIONARY WHO
VOTED FOR RON PAUL AND
IDENTIFIES AS TEA PARTY AND
THUS REQUIRING
IMMEDIATE EXTERMINATION 
DONE BY
ME!

HOLYFUCK!

I HATE BEING INVISIBLE!

HOLYFUCK! 

HOLYFUCK!
I'LL ADD THE WATERCOLOR
LATER 
TO PROVE
I'M AN ARTIST TOO
EVEN THOUGH
A TRISOMY 21
CHILD OF TWO
CAN DO BETTER ART
THAN ME

HOLYFUCK!

24 comments:

Paul Behrer said...

You know what's funny?

This idiot will get published and then someone like Bachatarz will "review" him and he'll blow up for a fast bubble of profit, all because Tarzarach's legion of fancibois in the publishing trade will take Yakov's "review" as one done on the merits, rather than as payback for Chalupa's 10 years of e-fellating Yakov in his various e-personae.

Then Chalupa will get interviewed by Glenn Greenwald, who will say that Chalupa is the most refined of all watercolor poetasters, and nobody will challenge that because Glenn's a hero!

What Chalupa really wants is to be President Bernie Sanders' appointment to head up the National Arts Council, so Chalupa can spend the rest of his conscious days finding reactionary works and burning them.

Tarzarach Bachatarz, L.O.O.P. said...

You're a disgusting homophobic misogynistic reactionary breeder, that's what you are, Oxy. Run along now, and stop punching down or I'll bring my 372 sock puppet friends over here to pollute your comment thread with lots of details about ass sex, teabagging, rusty trombones, licking the rim clean, and my favorite -- the Venusian Mariposa move.

I really do grow quite exhausted nearly to the point of fainting immediately, thanks to your tawdry, tacky and embarrassing primitivity and coarseness. But since you are so undeniably jelly of me and Jeff and all of our friends in the online arts community, I'll just sit back now and wait for you to come out of the closet, honey.

Toodles.

Karl Franz Ochstradt said...

We've missed Tarzie's visits. They used to be so informative, and every one brought a fresh insight. Thanks to Tarzie, we learned that this blog's various authors:

* are disgusting reactionary breeders who hate women

* are deluded closeted gay men who just pretend to be breeders who hate women

* are jealous of Glenn Greenwald because he's a better lawyer, better writer, better thinker and, generally speaking, way better at responding to gay men who flirt with him online.

We also learned that Tarzie's ego rivals that of Greenwald and his writing style resembles that of Greenwald and his sock puppetry looks like Greenwald's and his lame attempts at humor are as lame as Greenwald's attempts at being an expert on espionage, national security, cybersecurity, governmental workings, international power disputes, or any other topic in which Greenwald has no experience.

I wonder if we'll also hear from those irreplaceable wizards of dull-witted obvious sock puppetry named mennonite hoe fracas, diane! and I'm tough!, sassy sourstein, twinkie the polyhuffer, paw lallyzander, or ryan mc cryin'. These marionettes are utterly different from those used by Greenwald under obviously different handles like Ellis, Ellers, Ellensberg, Mona Simpson, etc.

Those gay jewish trustafarians need something to take up their time while they're waiting for their dick to get hard again. It may as well be blogging a vibrant gay-centric message of neo-uncomedy, complete with a panoply of poofty puppets.

H.M. Lohmann said...

What is that acronym "L.O.O.P."? Anyone?

H.M. Lohmann said...

Also, Chet -- who wrote this one? It looks like Hal's work.

Harold Caidagh said...

...Oxy...

Looks to me like Michael J Simbeeva, a/k/a Sprytel J. Chimchim, Fadduh Smiff, op, owen paine, fred bethune, etc. Gosh, nobody ever thought that could possibly be the same person doing Tarzie. NOBODY.

It's like that stupid pretense called "Arthur Silber."

or Jacob Bacharach.

OMIGOD! THTOP PUNTHING DAAAAAAHHHHHWWWWWWWN!

(translation: even though it's YOUR blog, you must write what I want, as I'd write it, about whatever subject I'd discuss! and you have to be FAAAAAAAAAAAAAByewliss about it, honey!)

Float away, tinker bell.

Harold Caidagh said...

Hy -- yeah, the main entry is mine. Don't you just love that Chalupa and his epic twitter popularity, his keen "art," and his massive blind spots that he attempts to excuse with that moronically unfunny My Complicity blogtag?

Here's Jeffy Weffy, as a thumbnail sketch.

Walkin' down the street, sees a car with a GOP bumper sticker, whips out his smartphone with twitter open, RAGESPEW entered up to 140char, then a backpedal later which is believed to "frame" the RAGESPEW in a way that plays down the RAGE and the SPEW and pretends that he's actually "satirizing" the attitudes of "reactionaries" who, in his mind, spend all their free time trying to make Jeffy-Weffy's life miserable. Meanwhile, Jeffy-Weffy is solely at fault for his misery, his RAGE, his SPEW, and the blogtag unjoke of My Complicity fails in the intended goal. Not even Rx will cure Jeffy-Weffy's bizarre disconnect from reality.

H.M. Lohmann said...

So...lobotomy? EST?

Harold Caidagh said...

No, I think the path is clear from all the ghost-written pseudo-snark JW has left here under numerous handles, where he accuses this blog's writers of being gay and closeted. Projection, you know. JW needs to own his lust for the cock. Since he's married to a XX "artist," she will be understanding, because "artists" know there are no genders, just what/whom you want to fuck when you feel like fucking. It could be a chair, a cat, a watermelon. Sometimes it's a woman, and it may even be a man. Pansexuality, in other words. Bonobos. Fuckfuckfuckfuck, the prime mover of all artistic and existential endeavor.

JW thinks he's funny when he says "HOLYFUCK!" because he is being somewhat candid, and admitting he finds fucking holy, despite hating religions other than Judaism. He's also being coy, the HOLY could be HOLEY and then with a bit more finesse ASSHOLEY. See, he's just dying to admit he loves the cock/ass intersectional thrust dance, and loves it best when he's the ass and someone else the cock.

That's why he's the Artistic Genius. Wanting to have same-sex sex, that's the only way you can be artistic, and those who have same-sex sex are the only real artists.

Right, Chalupa?

Harold Caidagh said...

Run along now,

It takes a certain kind of Gay Gumption to believe you can visit someone else's blog and tell the host to get lost.

Sorta like those gay Zionists who ejected the Palestinians, eh?

"Oh but Jakey's a refined gay trustafarian, he'd never be a Zionist!"

Nothin' beats the blind eye of the BlogTrust where the Stellate Davidian Abbatoir is concerned. It is a healthy reminder that all religions suck, except that one affiliated with the violent removal of Palestinians from their homeland.

It's in the arts, too. "Artists" must be atheists as a public stance, but the public criticisms of religion are limited to chastising followers of Christ or Allah or Angel Moroni. Followers of shofar-blowing golem-using Haters of Palestine never get criticized. After all, they're just a gay sex act away from being True Artists!

Chet Redweld said...

Don't be the dog.
Be the flea.

Harold Caidagh said...

I can't wait until he tweets a picture of dead Palestinians with the text message, "Better now." Or a picture that has two people in it, JW with blood leaking from his arsehole and some guy putting his pecker back in his pants, with the text message "Better now." Or a picture of someone dead at the wheel of their car, the car sporting a GOP bumper sticker, with the text message "Better now."

I swear he is the god-damned vanguard of hipness.

Karl Franz Ochstradt said...

What the fuck is that supposed to mean, anyway? He takes a picture of a path in the woods, captiontweet "Better now." If you want to be in the woods, why do you work in a library at Hoyaville Tech and live in a metropolitan area full of concrete structure-wise and people-wise, assholes who are, ironically, mostly progressive Democrats?

Of course, when you're a radical socialist agitator, a progressive Democrat is the same as a libertarian, eh? INSANE REACTIONARY RIGHTOID!

Better now!

God what a twat. I think he should take a picture of his next shit and put that up with a "Better now" caption. At least it might be honest.

Harold Caidagh said...

He keeps saying he isn't a prog, while suggesting he's practically VI Lenin reincarnate. But his obsessions, they speak against the socialist/leftist fantasy, and directly indicate dipshit uberstatist who wants a paternalist govt in everyone's face all the time, to ensure nobody's got a POV that isn't progressive.

RAGESPEW!

Harold Caidagh said...

Negative attention seeking in adults is manageable. One begins by accepting who they are, and loving what they have more than what they do not have. This means even if what they have is a challenge and difficult to manage. In additon, find a person who is honest, and cares enough about you to tell you the truth, even when you do not want to hear it. You can ask this person if your emotional interpretation of a situation is over the top.

Since JW believes the only people who matter are the experts,** I thought I'd give him a view of an expert on the behavior that plagues JW.


_______________

**Naturally. He's a librarian, his whole outlook is about who is the "expert" and thus whose written work should be consulted when engaged in "research." If we asked JW who would be the "expert" on JW's own behavior, he would just shrug the slumping narrow shoulders on his bowling pin corpus, and say "meh, it's My Complicity" and imagine he'd just told the funniest joke ever.

Honoria Helper, L.C.S.W. said...

This "JW" character, is he a real person? And if so, is he a 9th grader? Such behavior is typical in adolescents who struggle with a grandiosity problem in their self-image, and typically such grandiosity is an overcompensatory response to a very brittle ego.

Usually, a teenager who uses grandiosity to cover for insecurity feelings will outgrow this maladaptative behavior by late 20s or early 30s. When it persists into middle age, we commonly find the person in need of long-term residential psychiatric care. Art therapy can be useful. The person does not have to be artistically inclined, and in fact, it is quite therapeutic for people of no artistic talent to engage in art-making, however clumsily and whatever the product might be.

A problem arises when the middle-aged insecure adult who is acting grandiose begins using the art therapy to increase the grandiosity. For such patients, taking away the therapeutic arts experimentation is helpful, but the only real path to clarity is for the patient to confront, head-on, the many grandiose things he/she believes about him/herself, and the concomitant overnegative things he/she assumes about his/her imagined existential enemies.

Harold Caidagh said...

So, when a 55 year old man blames his life failings on reactionaries, republicans, misogynists, Tea Party supporters, libertarians, and other supposed existential enemies, that means it's time for therapeutic intervention? A rubber room? A jacket with extra-long sleeves? Shock therapy? Mood-flattening Rx?

What about someone who, instead of confronting his psyche's various jack-in-the-boxes, he hovers over his daughter and obsesses over feral cats?

Displacement?

Honoria Helper, L.C.S.W. said...

That depends. What level of intellectual and task-oriented (work-doing) gifts/talents does he imagine himself to possess? For example, does he pretend to be the only person with sociopolitical, economic, interpersonal skills sufficient to "see the truth of things," while holding down a job that suggests nearly the contrary? Does he find his temper, his ire, his vengefulness and his desire to smite "an emeny" ramping up every time he encounters someone who might hold a different opinion on something? Does he think the world will be a much happier place for him when everyone else is essentially a clone of him? And does he do this while pretending he has a tremendous depth of artistic and aesthetic refinement?

H.M. Lohmann said...

It sounds like Ms. Helper knows JW personally!

H.M. Lohmann said...

You will see this when someone is “difficult”, uncooperative, and when they try to get you to do what they want by bullying you, by becoming hysterical, by throwing a fit of some kind. They do not have a pattern of straightforwardly asking for what they want and need, and of then engaging in cooperative, good-humoured dialogue until a compromise is reached, because somewhere in the past it became habitual for them to not receive what they wanted through direct request and healthy communication, so they have developed other methods. They have become embodiments of passive-aggressive behavior. They try to get you to do or think what they want by behaving negatively toward you until you modify your acts or statements of opinion to mirror their own. They are essentially bullies.

You mean like this:

YOU'RE A REACTIONARY!
FUCKING REPUKE!
TEA PARTY = WANTS EVERYONE TO DIE!

Are those good examples?

What about someone whose blog constantly pisses and moans about others in a way that makes those others the culprits responsible for the blogger's lack of success, happiness, popularity, or universal reverence?

Chet Redweld said...

Hy, where did that italicized block quote come from? That's not your own work is it?

H.M. Lohmann said...

Oh, sorry Chet. It came from a blogger named Lara Owen, here:

http://laraowen.com/articles/practical-spirituality/healing-negative-attention-behaviour/

Honoria Helper, L.C.S.W. said...

What about someone whose blog constantly pisses and moans about others in a way that makes those others the culprits responsible for the blogger's lack of success, happiness, popularity, or universal reverence?

This sounds like the mindset very commonly found among partisan political people, who tend to think in a very juvenile, binary fashion. Me = great, My Enemy = horrible. No attempt is made to understand the person/group deemed Enemy, they are just the object of repulsion and the trigger of negative reaction.

When the person who engages in such reflexive, non-thinking, un-contemplative behavior also takes pains to portray him/herself as compassionate, holistic, wise, deeply intelligent, aesthetically refined, or objective we are dealing with a person whose psyche is fractured and quite possibly rigidly compartmentalized, the self-image notwithstanding.

Spectral DFW said...

The next real literary “rebels” in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of anti-rebels, born oglers who dare somehow to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse and instantiate single-entendre principles. Who treat of plain old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and hip fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Dead on the page. Too sincere. Clearly repressed. Backward, quaint, naive, anachronistic. Maybe that’ll be the point. Maybe that’s why they’ll be the next real rebels. Real rebels, as far as I can see, risk disapproval. The old postmodern insurgents risked the gasp and squeal: shock, disgust, outrage, censorship, accusations of socialism, anarchism, nihilism. Today’s risks are different. The new rebels might be artists willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the “Oh how banal”. To risk accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Of overcredulity. Of softness. Of willingness to be suckered by a world of lurkers and starers who fear gaze and ridicule above imprisonment without law. Who knows.