Mental Laxatives and Banal Lube (revisited)
These words (“mental laxatives” and “banal lube”) are two terms which I believe perfectly fit the — to use the parlance of our time — “culture of corruption”, which dominates our political system; especially here in the U.S. To be perfectly blunt, society is in DIRE NEED of both a “mental laxative” as well as some “banal lube” ! On the one hand, the extreme left has filled the minds of an entire generation with lies of such magnitude that calling it “shit” is actually a much needed moment of comic relief. There’s constipation of epic proportions, to say the least.
On the other hand … should we decide to continue to do nothing about it, we may as well lovingly grasp the proverbial pickle barrel which we have already been bent over and hope for a liberal application of the latter.
The banality of our political system is such that we have been mentally incapacitated to the point of almost absolute incoherence … and in our dazed slumber we have been bent over said pickle barrel. If you are not going to vote these fiends out of office then all I can say is that we — collectively — deserve our own 55 gallon drum of “Banal Lube.”
And remember kiddies, when it comes to being violated in such a manner …
Too much lube is almost enough.
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If you agree with the above stated opinions, you might enjoy my review of president Obama’s inauguration speech.
You might be surprised to discover how blatant Mr. Obama was in warning us of the fast changes that were in store for us all.
For those of you who cringe at my political leanings, please feel free to enjoy the following …
But before we begin … is it just me, or do the that latest TV ads of Michael Phelps pimping a “munchie joint” like Subway strike you as the least bit “curious.” I mean, yeah … of COURSE America’s newest pot-head is going to enjoy a fresh, toasty submarine sammich from Subway.
But anyhow ….
For your communist sympathizing wussies who cannot handle my political Rightness — or for those of you so masochistic that you came back to examine more of my semi-random brain droppings — I hope you enjoy my little preview (slash: aka “/”) teaser of my soon-to-be-published title:
Olympic Beer Belly Judging for Idiots
One cannot engage in Olympiad feats of beer drinking without the ensuing — dare I say, “ubiquitous” — beer belly.
Believe me, this is not an optional outcome … I am the founder, director, President and acting coach of the U.S. Olympic Beer Drinking team.
I know these things from first hand experience, okay?!
. . . so anyhow . . .
We professional beer drinkers have finally secured our rightful spot in the limelight that is the summertime Olympics. As such, it is only fitting that we begin planning now for the unavoidable eventuality that will be: The Olympic Beer Belly.
Alright, you may be wondering where this came from.
Am I wrong?
My dad and I first stumbled upon this idea while watching thousands of men pour into R.F.K. stadium for Washingotn D.C.’s first Promise Keepers rally.
We quickly realized that many of these men were quite like us: avid beer drinkers who were not ashamed of their prized afterthought of a possession: the Beer Belly.
After Pop pointed out the impressiveness of the beer bellies before us, I leaned over and asked, “Some of these men are obvious candidates for our Olympic beer drinking team, no?”
With the knowing look of an elder sage, he nodded in agreement.
It was at that moment that we began to draft the initial judging criteria.
You see … a beer belly, to be properly appreciated, must be viewed by standards greater than size alone. We finally agreed upon the following 3 elements:
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Distance is a defining attribute of the perfect beer belly.
The distance of a beer belly is the horizontal distance as measured from the apex of said beer belly (the outer ring of the navel) to the outside skin of the spinal disk directly horizontal to the plane of said navel.
As such, a contestant with an excessively arched back will, most likely, be disqualified from entry into the games. In short, the straighter the spine, the greater overall protrusional distance.
disclaimer: while the word ‘protrusional’ does not show up in any legitimate dictionary, it should still be adopted by the International Olympic Committee as no other word succinctly describes the unit of measurement in question.
It is also this measurement that truly separates the fatties from the pro’s!
Quite frankly, any slob can eat and drink him (or her) self stupid to the point of developing a rolling mound of body fat that simply hangs off the waistline of its wearer. A professional beer drinker, however, is a talented athlete and shows his pride with brilliant displays of masculinity such as a firm, properly developed and hard-earned beer belly.
Another integral aspect of distance is the overall proportion to the torso of the drinking athlete. The man pictured above, although slightly on the outside of the preferred age limits of Olympic level beer drinkers, is a model of exceptional distance.
Criteria Two: Girth
While the proud and hefty ladies pictured above certainly encompass almost any definition of girth, it is vital to remember that we are talking in terms of a sporting professional.
Girth, as implied by the name, and in most simplistic terms, is the circumference of the beer belly proper.
As is the case with Distance, Girth must also be judged on the proportion of said girth as it relates to the overall physical demeanor of the athlete him (or her) self.
It is the combination of Distance and Girth that quantifies the physical stature of a professional beer belly, however …
were it only physical dimensions that separated the Pro’s from the proverbial wanna-be “Ho’s” of the universe, it would be only these two measurements that would be of importance.
As such, it is the third criteria that fully qualifies and defines a professional, beer athlete to his (or her) fullest potential.
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Criteria Three: Presentation
Without doubt, the most significant aspect of any Olympic beer belly contestant is the matter of presentation.
As mentioned above, any slob can engage in a multi year binge of consumption and result in a belly of gargantuan proportions. However, it takes a skilled and disciplined athlete to create the perfect package.
The most significant ingredient in defining an Olympic quality beer belly is presentation.
I realize that I should have given you an example of Presentation instead of the picture shown above / to the right.
We have entered a very, very subjective world whereby computer models and “textbook examples” dare not tread.
For example …
While the above pictured man surely shows promise in the way of distance, there is a still a major problem …
While the same, above pictured, example of obvious professional beer drinking prowess truly exemplifies any rational definition of girth, there is still a major problem …
An intense, undeniable lack of presentation.
Presentation, my friends, is EVERYTHING!
Take, for example, the following display of spectaculous beer belliness!
Distance: 3 (MAYBE a 4) …
Girth: 4 … ‘ish.
Presentation: 10.0 (at least)
See what I mean? Presentation makes up for a WORLD of evils!
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It must be said that presentation can, especially in some cases, severely backfire!
AM I WRONG?!?!?!?!
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I thought not.
So, take your mental laxative …
Slather up a big, messy, guilt-ridden goop of banal lube …
. . . always remember . . .
(until next time)
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