Freeze! It's a stick up (your butt).
There's a surprisingly large amount of people who always look constipated.
Arnold Schwarzenegger for instance.
That secretary in 24.
Renée Zellwegger. I LOVE her! But! Constipated.
I never even KNEW who Clint Howard was before someone told me that he always looks constipated. Oh but Clint Howard you will not escape me.
Another constipated person, in more the creative sense than the physical one, is the reviewer of Henry Rollin's spoken word at Rival on May 28th in Sweden's "The Daily News".
"The difference between Henry Rollins and myself is that I don't take the stage half-rambling about my hate for almost three hours"
No my artistically inclined friend, the difference between you and Rollins is that he's seen up close and personal the idiocy that exists in this world. Kids maimed for life because of a war nobody understands. You may claim that the time you went to see "Madam Butterfly" and you sat on a previous patron's spilled peanut was grueling enough, and one can only hope that this kind of psychological damage will not stop you from writing your next column, but it doesn't, does it now:
"Maybe [...] it's out of [my] respect for the audience. If you, like Henry Rollins, are standing in front of an audience and talk about politics shouldn't you be more politically aware than an average ticket-buyer?"
Girlfriend. It's come time for you to remove that peanut from your butt. May I recommend using a tweezer,
"Maybe his rambling works for uneducated Americans, but on us Swedes? Sure the audience laughs and claps, but Rollins main critique of Bush is that he [Bush] speaks poor English and is stupid. Wouldn't it be funny if Bush was gay. Well, sure."
...or experiencing culture that is not slapstick.
So basically, Americans are stupid.
Rollins shamelessly assumes that Swedes have the same IQ level as Americans.
Swedes who laugh at Rollins obviously do have the same IQ level as Americans.
Rollins, how-ever attempts to explain the stupidity of the current American management. He asks the listener not to dismiss the whole of America as idiots. He wants his anger to spawn anger in you, and to make you MOVE. He is not here to make you laugh. But, if you should choose to focus on his parody of Bush and boofuckinghoo because it wasn't clever enough for you, then I think you're missing the point. Everybody knows that the world is an insane place right now. Or at least that something is very wrong with the management. But if you expected a more detailed explanation you wouldn't go see Rollins, why don't you get down with your bad self, don that black beret and make like a ant to the nearest university to listen to a lecture on the topic. Afterwards you may choose to go to the nearest obscure coffee shop and discuss how you can make the world a better place by donating the proceeds of your home-made beads sales to hey, Narconon!
The one thing the author writes that I can agree with is that it was a long performance. Says Peanut:
"And then there's the issue of the length of the show. Not even the most special-effects packed, dramatically perfect, costly action movie in the world is enough for that long a sitting."
Of course, I disagree with that it was too long. And as a fun sidenote: Alien 2 - 2 hrs 34 minutes but whatever man. And I'm sorry if it's not a highly respected yet little known action movie involving the silent emotional struggle between a lesbian male-to female and a weaved basket, but then again, I laughed at the Rollins show, ergo me unsmart. In the same way that I fail to see the connection between a lemme-get-my-gun-and-we'll-run around-looking-scared-until-we-catch-the-perpetratooor flick with spoken word, you tell me.
"...If Rollins were at the Swedish Royal Theater there would have been a pause. But not [any pause] for Henry, he just goes on."
The agony. Hell hath no fury like a woman without her bathroom break.
"[he needs] a woman with an umbrella with a hooked handle to come in, put it around Rollins broad neck and pull him off stage."
Did she mean a cane. Not that an umbrella have come in handy if the show had gone on for another two minutes and that bathroom break of hers suddenly became urgent to the point of ..."unnecessary". Yes, I realize that was a hit below the belt and that I really shouldn't be laughing at various excretory related afflictions, but I give as good as I get. And when I read shit, I do my best to return the favor.
Stick to your dramatically perfect theaters and the comfort of knowing that your political satires will one day save the world, but leave the rest of the world to people like Rollins. And those that actually think that it's not always about the laughs.
Arnold Schwarzenegger for instance.
That secretary in 24.
Renée Zellwegger. I LOVE her! But! Constipated.
I never even KNEW who Clint Howard was before someone told me that he always looks constipated. Oh but Clint Howard you will not escape me.
Another constipated person, in more the creative sense than the physical one, is the reviewer of Henry Rollin's spoken word at Rival on May 28th in Sweden's "The Daily News".
"The difference between Henry Rollins and myself is that I don't take the stage half-rambling about my hate for almost three hours"
No my artistically inclined friend, the difference between you and Rollins is that he's seen up close and personal the idiocy that exists in this world. Kids maimed for life because of a war nobody understands. You may claim that the time you went to see "Madam Butterfly" and you sat on a previous patron's spilled peanut was grueling enough, and one can only hope that this kind of psychological damage will not stop you from writing your next column, but it doesn't, does it now:
"Maybe [...] it's out of [my] respect for the audience. If you, like Henry Rollins, are standing in front of an audience and talk about politics shouldn't you be more politically aware than an average ticket-buyer?"
Girlfriend. It's come time for you to remove that peanut from your butt. May I recommend using a tweezer,
"Maybe his rambling works for uneducated Americans, but on us Swedes? Sure the audience laughs and claps, but Rollins main critique of Bush is that he [Bush] speaks poor English and is stupid. Wouldn't it be funny if Bush was gay. Well, sure."
...or experiencing culture that is not slapstick.
So basically, Americans are stupid.
Rollins shamelessly assumes that Swedes have the same IQ level as Americans.
Swedes who laugh at Rollins obviously do have the same IQ level as Americans.
Rollins, how-ever attempts to explain the stupidity of the current American management. He asks the listener not to dismiss the whole of America as idiots. He wants his anger to spawn anger in you, and to make you MOVE. He is not here to make you laugh. But, if you should choose to focus on his parody of Bush and boofuckinghoo because it wasn't clever enough for you, then I think you're missing the point. Everybody knows that the world is an insane place right now. Or at least that something is very wrong with the management. But if you expected a more detailed explanation you wouldn't go see Rollins, why don't you get down with your bad self, don that black beret and make like a ant to the nearest university to listen to a lecture on the topic. Afterwards you may choose to go to the nearest obscure coffee shop and discuss how you can make the world a better place by donating the proceeds of your home-made beads sales to hey, Narconon!
The one thing the author writes that I can agree with is that it was a long performance. Says Peanut:
"And then there's the issue of the length of the show. Not even the most special-effects packed, dramatically perfect, costly action movie in the world is enough for that long a sitting."
Of course, I disagree with that it was too long. And as a fun sidenote: Alien 2 - 2 hrs 34 minutes but whatever man. And I'm sorry if it's not a highly respected yet little known action movie involving the silent emotional struggle between a lesbian male-to female and a weaved basket, but then again, I laughed at the Rollins show, ergo me unsmart. In the same way that I fail to see the connection between a lemme-get-my-gun-and-we'll-run around-looking-scared-until-we-catch-the-perpetratooor flick with spoken word, you tell me.
"...If Rollins were at the Swedish Royal Theater there would have been a pause. But not [any pause] for Henry, he just goes on."
The agony. Hell hath no fury like a woman without her bathroom break.
"[he needs] a woman with an umbrella with a hooked handle to come in, put it around Rollins broad neck and pull him off stage."
Did she mean a cane. Not that an umbrella have come in handy if the show had gone on for another two minutes and that bathroom break of hers suddenly became urgent to the point of ..."unnecessary". Yes, I realize that was a hit below the belt and that I really shouldn't be laughing at various excretory related afflictions, but I give as good as I get. And when I read shit, I do my best to return the favor.
Stick to your dramatically perfect theaters and the comfort of knowing that your political satires will one day save the world, but leave the rest of the world to people like Rollins. And those that actually think that it's not always about the laughs.
