Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tune In, Turn On, Douche Out
It’s like 2008 collided with 1970 to form some bizarro time-travel mix of a hippie commune, an Israeli kibbutz, a nudist colony and a giant vat of Axe body grease.
I half expect Ken Kesey and Tom Wolfe to drive up on a day-glo school bus with Richard Grieco, Brian Bosworth and the Axe Bodyspray girls doing shots of Grey Goose.
It’s socialist collectivism by way of Miami Beach chest shave. Vintage 1920s Lenin manifestos by way of vintage 1980s Donnie Wahlberg free verse.
I don’t know whether to read some Ayn Rand, bomb the Bay of Pigs, or slurp some jello shots while staring at boobies.
