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Change Me

April 19th, 2008 at 1:17 am by Brian

I Hope You\'ll Change

One for the road, crybabies.

Oh, Washington Post. How low you have sunk?

The display of the campaign sticker is a form of group consciousness, a way of saying, Here’s who I am, now where’s everyone else like me? On what other occasion does a mass-produced piece of paper with adhesive on its back signify so much? People don’t keep themselves adorned for weeks with stickers announcing that they voted or that they gave blood. Whatever the reasons, those aging Obama stickers seem further evidence of a campaign that looks more like a movement. “Anybody that has an Obama sticker or an Obama button is automatically your BFF,” says Chrisi West, 28, who helps coordinate Alexandria 4 Obama and finds herself in conversation with strangers on the basis of such signifiers. West is more of a pin person – she had one for months, she lost it, she cried. But she gets the sticker thing, too. She recognizes her tribe in those aging stickers and buttons she sees on the coats of strangers.

For fuck’s sake – how far is the infantilization of adulthood allowed to go? A 28 year old who cries about losing a sticker? These are people whose beliefs should be taken seriously or whose vote should cancel out mine?

Chrisi (with two “i’s” dontcha know?) doesn’t deserve to be in a voting booth as much as a rubber room with a rubber mattress to match her rubber pants.

You have a sticker like mine. That means you’re part of my tribe. You’re my BFF. We share a teething ring and quite possibly the dreaded cootie.

And the Washington Post burps them and coos in benign neglect.

Kissing Suzy Kolber Update: But Christmas Ape was fired for “bringing discredit to the paper” for writing about sports anonymously on a personal blog.  WaPo editors – do you read your own paper?  See above.

Are we chattel yet?  If I’m always on the clock and always representing an employer then I should be getting paid 24 hours a day.


5 Responses to “Change Me”

  1. TRO Says:

    These people are just weird. I wouldn’t trust one around my kids, I swear

  2. Yiddish Steel Says:

    Barry-H-Obama: Half Honkey, all Donkey.

    Brian,

    Why is this any surprise to you?! We live in a nation of forever-expanding arrested development. This little twit probably still bakes with her Holly Hobby Oven and gets her makeup ideas from her Barbie Beauty Playset. Until the rest of us adults start building the momentum to expose and shame these nit-wits, this inane crap will keep getting high-fives from the Mainstream Birdcage Liners.

    BTW: I love that site, kissingsuzikolber.com While you’re at it, check out thehaternation.com

  3. weasal contractor Says:

    Bumper stickers are an opiate of the masses!

    Hey, that’d be a cool bumper sticker.

  4. Preston Taylor Holmes Says:

    Does this mean that Christmas Ape gets to go to Summer Camp?

  5. Brian Says:

    When the Simpsons merchandising was at it’s zenith, there was only one item I had to have – Troy McClure. He had two videos that he could be selling at any given moment and one was Christmas Ape Goes To Summer Camp.

    Just mentioning it reminds me that Phil Harmtna was Mary Winklered in a fit of jealousy.

    Having said that, the Christmas Ape series pales in comparison to Goodtime Slim, Uncle Doobie, and the Great Frisco Freakout, Firecrackers: The Silent Killer, and Alice’s Adventures Through The Windshield Glass.

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