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SHITE SUPREMACY

Steven Augustine

  You know what your problem is? I’ll tell you. You’re against the psychopaths at the top,  their ostentatious topiary and landing-strip-long yachts and silly cotillions and Royal Ascot hats… but you’d rather have a finger broken than attend a WWE, or NASCAR, or Blake Shelton event. Bon Jovi’s greatest hits aren’t even a guilty pleasure for you,  they are Kryptonite,  they are anathema,  and so are Taylor Swift, Kanye, The Voice, Dancing with the Stars, anything to do with the Kardashians,  TMZ,  Ru Paul’s Drag Race, the pledge of allegiance, Fifty Shades of Grey, Baptist Mega Churches, et al: ugh.  … Continue reading SHITE SUPREMACY

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THREE MINI-ESSAYS on GOURMET VARIETIES of ABSOLUTELY PREPOSTEROUS BULLSHIT

Steven Augustine

1. GENDER BULLSHIT Solidly-mediocre purveyor of Normative Pap, Hollywood asset Matt Damon, recently took the risky step of addressing the hot topic of sexual servitude in Hollywood with what he obviously thought was a carefully-calibrated non-statement that nobody could reasonably take exception to. However, an article at The Guardian (and what exactly are they guarding, I’ve often wondered, beyond the obvious?) now  informs us: Damon said there was “a difference between patting someone on the butt and rape or child molestation. Both of those behaviours need to be confronted and eradicated without question, but they shouldn’t be conflated.” He added … Continue reading THREE MINI-ESSAYS on GOURMET VARIETIES of ABSOLUTELY PREPOSTEROUS BULLSHIT

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MILLENNIALS, PUH-LEASE

Steven Augustine

You’re kidding again, right? Right? You’re joking…. you’re pulling my leg… I know when I’m being pranked!  The good old Gaslight, eh? Eh?  Eh? Yep! Har! Good one!  Gooooood one. Hilarious, in fact. You really had me… uh… you really had me going there for… uh… for…. uh… hahaha….. [… chews hand off… ]   No, but, seriously…. what sort of Era is this….? Continue reading MILLENNIALS, PUH-LEASE

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FROM THE DEPT. OF GET OFF MY GRUMPY OLD LAWN: TWITTER AS POISON

Steven Augustine

  There is very little worth knowing that you can inform yourself about, from scratch, to the extent that you can subsequently discuss the topic competently, by reading less than a page of text. But the wild popularity of a medium that restricts expression to 140 characters (equal to a cheap telegram, or an extremely laconic postcard) fairly guarantees that very, very few people will have the patience to read anything longer than the instructions on a shampoo bottle five years from now… which will give a tragic new twist to the meaning of a “1%”. Almost every day I encounter … Continue reading FROM THE DEPT. OF GET OFF MY GRUMPY OLD LAWN: TWITTER AS POISON