Our Stupid Poor Bastard story of the day comes from the Grand Canyon State of Arizona, where gun-toting state senator Lori Klein was observed showing off the laser sighting on her pink handgun by pointing the loaded pistol at a reporter who was interviewing her in the Senate lounge at the state capital!
At one point during the interview Klein reportedly removed the .380 Ruger pistol from her purse stating "oh, it's so cute," before aiming the loaded pistol at Arizona Republic reporter Richard Ruelas to show how the laser sighting mechanism worked!
The republican lawmaker, a big-haired, leathery-faced Poor Bastardette from the Phoenix suburb of Anthem, is known for being a pistol-packing gun rights advocate, even though she apparently doesn't know the first thing about gun safety!
Even the Grand Poo Ba, who can count the number of times he has the pulled the trigger of a loaded firearm on one hand, knows that you don't point a gun at ANYTHING you don't intend to shoot!
For her Grand Canyonesque display of colossal stupidity and bad judgment The High Council of the Fraternal Order of the Poor Bastard has decided to name a Poor Bastard classification after the Arizona lawmaker by bestowing the title of Grandly Stupid Poor Bastardette on Ms. Klein in recognition for being a public embarrassment to the good people of the state of Arizona!
And we continue to elect these people to public office?
The Poor Bastard's Gazette is the official blog of the Fraternal Order of the Poor Bastard. Founded by the Grand Poor Bastard and his Inner Circle of Genuine Poor Bastards in the 1970's when gas was 50 cents a gallon and water was cheaper than beer.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Poor Bastard Takes Out His Frustration on The Home of David Letterman's TV Show!
James Whittemore, a struggling 22-year-old Garden-Variety Poor Bastard and self-described "unemployed actor" was arrested early Sunday morning outside the entrance to the Ed Sullivan Theater in New York City after a night of binge drinking which led to his trashing of the theater lobby.
The historic theater - pictured at left - is home to the television show, Late Night With David Letterman which is familiar to all Poor Bastard denizens of the night and general misfits who have nothing better to do than stay up late watching the Quintessential Poor Bastard himself, David Letterman and his band of merry pranksters...
Letterman and his entourage of jolly companions have entertained generations of hapless Poor Bastards with inane routines such as Stupid Pet Tricks and the infamous Trump or Monkey; a game in which the contestant tries to guess whether a picture of a head of hair that is cut off right below the hairline is a picture of a chimpanzee or actually a picture of True Poor Bastard Donald Trump's famous coiffure.
Whittemore had apparently staggered over to the theater after a night of drinking at nearby Hurley's Saloon, which lasted until 5:30 in the morning. After trashing the theater Poor Bastard Whittemore was arrested and charged with burglary and criminal mischief.
Meanwhile Letterman's staff has been busy trying secure a booking of the newly christened Poor Bastard as a guest on the late night show....
The historic theater - pictured at left - is home to the television show, Late Night With David Letterman which is familiar to all Poor Bastard denizens of the night and general misfits who have nothing better to do than stay up late watching the Quintessential Poor Bastard himself, David Letterman and his band of merry pranksters...
Letterman and his entourage of jolly companions have entertained generations of hapless Poor Bastards with inane routines such as Stupid Pet Tricks and the infamous Trump or Monkey; a game in which the contestant tries to guess whether a picture of a head of hair that is cut off right below the hairline is a picture of a chimpanzee or actually a picture of True Poor Bastard Donald Trump's famous coiffure.
Whittemore had apparently staggered over to the theater after a night of drinking at nearby Hurley's Saloon, which lasted until 5:30 in the morning. After trashing the theater Poor Bastard Whittemore was arrested and charged with burglary and criminal mischief.
Meanwhile Letterman's staff has been busy trying secure a booking of the newly christened Poor Bastard as a guest on the late night show....
Friday, July 8, 2011
Rumors From the Mill...
As the insufferable heat wave of 2011 continues to grip the Kingdom of the Poor Bastard east of the Rocky Mountains, all the way to the East Coast, reports are beginning to filter into the Poor Bastard World Headquarters about just how miserable conditions are.
The Grand Poo Ba has rated the Poor Bastard's Misery Index for first week of July at Extremely Miserable for the geographic area extending from Phoenix, AZ east, through the Great State of Texas and into the Southeastern Gulf Coast states, stopping just short of Florida....
Not that Florida hasn't experienced its share of hot weather this summer, but given the fact that the Sunshine State is generally a more miserable place to be in the summer months than any other time of year, it hasn't yet reached the point where conditions are any more miserable than they normally are in July!
In addition to setting a record high temperature last week with a reading of 120 degrees in the shade, Phoenix, AZ also carries the distinction of having been hit by a 1930's dust bowl-like storm which darkened the skies and covered the Valley of the Sun in an apocalyptic black cloud of dust and sand in a scene reminiscent of depression-era Oklahoma...
The city of Phoenix, AZ is seen here being engulfed in a massive cloud of dust and sand, leading to even more misery for Poor Bastards throughout the southern half of the Grand Canyon State....
The map below provides a visual example of the Poor Bastard's Misery Index and the impact of the heat wave which has gripped parts of the Kingdom since early June...Note the areas of intense heat in dark orange, where conditions may be approaching Ridiculously F-ing Miserable!

Charles Ray Harper, a native son of the Great State of Texas and the holder of a lifetime chair on the High Council of the Fraternal Order of the Poor Bastard reported this past week that the temperature reading in the backyard of his Ft. Worth home was 93 degrees at 10:00 PM, but the temperature inside his home was pushing 100!
When the Grand Poo Ba asked if he had an air-conditioner he replied in the affirmative, but stated that he was afraid to install it in his bedroom window for fear that a fellow Poor Bastard in the neighborhood might steal it!
Proving once again that when you are a Poor Bastard there is very little you can do to alleviate the situation...
Enraged Poor Bastards....
Meanwhile, as the Kingdom endures another insufferable summer of 100+ degree temperatures, Poor Bastards throughout the realm were rocked by the not guilty verdict in the made-for-TV murder trial of Casey Anthony; the Florida woman who had been charged with murdering her 2-year old daughter and had already been convicted in the court of public opinion presided over by the Lord High Executioner and Poor Bastardette Nancy Grace!
Grace, for those of you who may be living beyond the reach of cable wonderland television, is the bellicose and melodramatic cable television show host and self-appointed protector of little white children who go missing or otherwise end up the victims of a heinous criminal act.
The former Fulton County, GA special prosecutor earned her Poor Bastard Stripe as a result of her "hang 'em first and ask questions later" legal philosophy which led to condemnation by the Georgia Supreme Court on at least two occasions in which the High Court threw out convictions won by Grace because of prosecutorial misconduct.
From her bully-pulpit as the host of a cable television "news" program Grace had been conducting a virtual witch-hunt against Casey Anthony from the minute her name was mentioned as a possible suspect in the disappearance of her daughter....
Not that the Self Absorbed Poor Bastardette Casey Anthony is deserving of any particular sympathy, but let's face it.....maybe there is a reason why this jury found her not guilty?...
....Could it possibly be the Poor Bastards in the Orlando, FL police department and the D.A.'s office simply didn't prove their case?
Apparently not from the point of view of Her Majesty and Poor Bastardette Nancy Grace....who is seen here announcing to the world that "there is no way the Casey Anthony verdict speaks the truth!"
All righty then.....I guess the next time all we need to do is check in with Nancy to get the "truth".....
The Grand Poo Ba has rated the Poor Bastard's Misery Index for first week of July at Extremely Miserable for the geographic area extending from Phoenix, AZ east, through the Great State of Texas and into the Southeastern Gulf Coast states, stopping just short of Florida....
Not that Florida hasn't experienced its share of hot weather this summer, but given the fact that the Sunshine State is generally a more miserable place to be in the summer months than any other time of year, it hasn't yet reached the point where conditions are any more miserable than they normally are in July!
In addition to setting a record high temperature last week with a reading of 120 degrees in the shade, Phoenix, AZ also carries the distinction of having been hit by a 1930's dust bowl-like storm which darkened the skies and covered the Valley of the Sun in an apocalyptic black cloud of dust and sand in a scene reminiscent of depression-era Oklahoma...
The city of Phoenix, AZ is seen here being engulfed in a massive cloud of dust and sand, leading to even more misery for Poor Bastards throughout the southern half of the Grand Canyon State....
The map below provides a visual example of the Poor Bastard's Misery Index and the impact of the heat wave which has gripped parts of the Kingdom since early June...Note the areas of intense heat in dark orange, where conditions may be approaching Ridiculously F-ing Miserable!

Charles Ray Harper, a native son of the Great State of Texas and the holder of a lifetime chair on the High Council of the Fraternal Order of the Poor Bastard reported this past week that the temperature reading in the backyard of his Ft. Worth home was 93 degrees at 10:00 PM, but the temperature inside his home was pushing 100!
When the Grand Poo Ba asked if he had an air-conditioner he replied in the affirmative, but stated that he was afraid to install it in his bedroom window for fear that a fellow Poor Bastard in the neighborhood might steal it!
Proving once again that when you are a Poor Bastard there is very little you can do to alleviate the situation...
Enraged Poor Bastards....
Meanwhile, as the Kingdom endures another insufferable summer of 100+ degree temperatures, Poor Bastards throughout the realm were rocked by the not guilty verdict in the made-for-TV murder trial of Casey Anthony; the Florida woman who had been charged with murdering her 2-year old daughter and had already been convicted in the court of public opinion presided over by the Lord High Executioner and Poor Bastardette Nancy Grace!
Grace, for those of you who may be living beyond the reach of cable wonderland television, is the bellicose and melodramatic cable television show host and self-appointed protector of little white children who go missing or otherwise end up the victims of a heinous criminal act.
The former Fulton County, GA special prosecutor earned her Poor Bastard Stripe as a result of her "hang 'em first and ask questions later" legal philosophy which led to condemnation by the Georgia Supreme Court on at least two occasions in which the High Court threw out convictions won by Grace because of prosecutorial misconduct.
From her bully-pulpit as the host of a cable television "news" program Grace had been conducting a virtual witch-hunt against Casey Anthony from the minute her name was mentioned as a possible suspect in the disappearance of her daughter....
Not that the Self Absorbed Poor Bastardette Casey Anthony is deserving of any particular sympathy, but let's face it.....maybe there is a reason why this jury found her not guilty?...
....Could it possibly be the Poor Bastards in the Orlando, FL police department and the D.A.'s office simply didn't prove their case?
Apparently not from the point of view of Her Majesty and Poor Bastardette Nancy Grace....who is seen here announcing to the world that "there is no way the Casey Anthony verdict speaks the truth!"
All righty then.....I guess the next time all we need to do is check in with Nancy to get the "truth".....
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Body Hair Management Explained...Part I
EDITOR'S NOTE: Due to the potentially gruesome subject matter the editorial board at The Poor Bastard's Gazette has decided not to include photographic illustrations in today's blog post.
Last night, while channel surfing through 200 channels of mindless television programming on his Chinese-made Sony flat screen TV, the Grand Poo Ba was struck by the endless variety of body hair management products being sold on late night television.
Whether it is a pill, potion, procedure or specially designed equipment, it seems there is no shortage of products being peddled via the late night infomercial format; perhaps to allow Poor Bastards and Bastardettes the chance to make their body hair management purchases in the privacy of their own castle and away from prying eyes...
Upon further investigation yours truly has also learned that there are a wide variety of sources on the internet where concerned Poor Bastards may purchase the tools of the trade along with a myriad of potions, ointments, salves and elixirs all claiming either to remove unwanted body hair, or to generate new growth in those rare locations where it hasn't started to grow like wild mushrooms in a cow pasture...
So the editorial board here at the Poor Bastards Gazette thought it might be useful to publish a primer on body hair management as a public service for those Poor Bastards who either haven't reached the age where body hair management has almost become a part-time job and those rare individuals who don't seem to be plagued by the "growing" problem of body hair management and the Aging Poor Bastard.
Before we get started it might prove useful to review some of the terminology used in the field of body hair management-
BHM - An acronym for the term "body hair management." Body hair management refers to the intentional use of tools, procedures, supplements and topical applications in an effort to reduce the proliferation of unwanted and unsightly body hair; or conversely to encourage the growth of hair in those rare locations where it stubbornly refuses to grow.
Generally speaking the term is used in reference to an Aging Poor Bastard or Bastardette who, prior to the onset of middle age, did not require an extended inventory of specialized equipment and potions to keep things in check. The condition is generally not manifested in women to the extent it occurs in men, but this may simply be because women are more accustomed to dealing with unsightly body hair issues throughout their lifetime and therefore may simply be ahead of the curve when the real trouble starts!
Reaganoma - A sniglet* that was coined by comedian Rich Hall in the 1980's which refers to those unsightly ear and nose hairs that spring up seemingly overnight; often causing public embarrassment for the Unfortunate Poor Bastard who leaves out for work in the morning without taking the time for proper inspection of these critical body hair locations.
Phil Spector - A sniglet coined by the Grand Poo Ba after watching the televised trial of the Degenerate Poor Bastard Phil Spector who, as anyone who has ever seen Phil in his full splendor knows, is a walking advertisement for the body hair management industry.
A Phil Spector is similar in some respects to a Reaganoma with the exception that a Phil Spector can occur anywhere above the neckline; whereas a Reaganoma is strictly limited to nose and ear protuberances. A Phil Spector is characterized by a seeming lack of concern on the part of the Poor Bastard who suffers from this unfortunate condition.
Quilt - The condition that exists when a Poor Bastard has such a puffy plume of body hair on the back and/or chest that shirts, and other upper torso attire, take on a quilt-like quality. The condition is sometimes difficult to detect unless you are a Poor Bastardette who has the misfortune of getting up close and personal with the affected party.
Patch - Similar to a quilt except that the excess body hair is limited to a definable geometric shape on a particular area of the body...such as the common "V" shaped chest hair patch seen on many overweight, aging white male Poor Bastards on Southern California beaches.
Chrome-Dome - A generic slang term used to describe the condition wherein hair has stopped growing altogether on the top of a Poor Bastard's head. This condition differs distinctly from a shaved head, which is a voluntary act resulting in the five o' clock shadow effect on the shaved scalp area. Whereas with a chrome-dome there is no five o'clock shadow because there is no hair trying to emerge from beneath the skin. A cleaned and well shined chrome-dome can be easily mistaken for a cue ball from a distance.
Fringe - That condition which exists when a Poor Bastard suffering from male pattern baldness has a neat little band of residual hair that grows like a ring around Saturn from temple to temple, just below the chrome-dome!
One of the worst BHM strategies is when a Poor Bastard struggling with fringe decides to let it grow down to shoulder-length or longer; resulting in the aging hippie from Berkley look, commonly found among residents of the Pacific Northwest.
Hairy Lebanese - A generic reference (not intended as an ethnic slur against those of Lebanese heritage) to any Poor Bastard with an abundance of out of control body hair which is so excessive that it cannot be contained with clothing. The typical hairy Lebanese will often look like a walking volcanic eruption with hair emerging at every available escape route along the perimeter of upper body attire.
Particularly noticeable is the condition where the excess hair is frothing out around the collar area, continuing up the neck and merging with the hair on the head and face of the affected Poor Bastard...resulting in an almost Sasquatch-like appearance.
To be continued.......
* The concept of sniglets was originated by the aforementioned comedian Rich Hall; who defines a sniglet..."a word that isn't in the dictionary, but should be..."
Last night, while channel surfing through 200 channels of mindless television programming on his Chinese-made Sony flat screen TV, the Grand Poo Ba was struck by the endless variety of body hair management products being sold on late night television.
Whether it is a pill, potion, procedure or specially designed equipment, it seems there is no shortage of products being peddled via the late night infomercial format; perhaps to allow Poor Bastards and Bastardettes the chance to make their body hair management purchases in the privacy of their own castle and away from prying eyes...
Upon further investigation yours truly has also learned that there are a wide variety of sources on the internet where concerned Poor Bastards may purchase the tools of the trade along with a myriad of potions, ointments, salves and elixirs all claiming either to remove unwanted body hair, or to generate new growth in those rare locations where it hasn't started to grow like wild mushrooms in a cow pasture...
So the editorial board here at the Poor Bastards Gazette thought it might be useful to publish a primer on body hair management as a public service for those Poor Bastards who either haven't reached the age where body hair management has almost become a part-time job and those rare individuals who don't seem to be plagued by the "growing" problem of body hair management and the Aging Poor Bastard.
Before we get started it might prove useful to review some of the terminology used in the field of body hair management-
BHM - An acronym for the term "body hair management." Body hair management refers to the intentional use of tools, procedures, supplements and topical applications in an effort to reduce the proliferation of unwanted and unsightly body hair; or conversely to encourage the growth of hair in those rare locations where it stubbornly refuses to grow.
Generally speaking the term is used in reference to an Aging Poor Bastard or Bastardette who, prior to the onset of middle age, did not require an extended inventory of specialized equipment and potions to keep things in check. The condition is generally not manifested in women to the extent it occurs in men, but this may simply be because women are more accustomed to dealing with unsightly body hair issues throughout their lifetime and therefore may simply be ahead of the curve when the real trouble starts!
Reaganoma - A sniglet* that was coined by comedian Rich Hall in the 1980's which refers to those unsightly ear and nose hairs that spring up seemingly overnight; often causing public embarrassment for the Unfortunate Poor Bastard who leaves out for work in the morning without taking the time for proper inspection of these critical body hair locations.
Phil Spector - A sniglet coined by the Grand Poo Ba after watching the televised trial of the Degenerate Poor Bastard Phil Spector who, as anyone who has ever seen Phil in his full splendor knows, is a walking advertisement for the body hair management industry.
A Phil Spector is similar in some respects to a Reaganoma with the exception that a Phil Spector can occur anywhere above the neckline; whereas a Reaganoma is strictly limited to nose and ear protuberances. A Phil Spector is characterized by a seeming lack of concern on the part of the Poor Bastard who suffers from this unfortunate condition.
Quilt - The condition that exists when a Poor Bastard has such a puffy plume of body hair on the back and/or chest that shirts, and other upper torso attire, take on a quilt-like quality. The condition is sometimes difficult to detect unless you are a Poor Bastardette who has the misfortune of getting up close and personal with the affected party.
Patch - Similar to a quilt except that the excess body hair is limited to a definable geometric shape on a particular area of the body...such as the common "V" shaped chest hair patch seen on many overweight, aging white male Poor Bastards on Southern California beaches.
Chrome-Dome - A generic slang term used to describe the condition wherein hair has stopped growing altogether on the top of a Poor Bastard's head. This condition differs distinctly from a shaved head, which is a voluntary act resulting in the five o' clock shadow effect on the shaved scalp area. Whereas with a chrome-dome there is no five o'clock shadow because there is no hair trying to emerge from beneath the skin. A cleaned and well shined chrome-dome can be easily mistaken for a cue ball from a distance.
Fringe - That condition which exists when a Poor Bastard suffering from male pattern baldness has a neat little band of residual hair that grows like a ring around Saturn from temple to temple, just below the chrome-dome!
One of the worst BHM strategies is when a Poor Bastard struggling with fringe decides to let it grow down to shoulder-length or longer; resulting in the aging hippie from Berkley look, commonly found among residents of the Pacific Northwest.
Hairy Lebanese - A generic reference (not intended as an ethnic slur against those of Lebanese heritage) to any Poor Bastard with an abundance of out of control body hair which is so excessive that it cannot be contained with clothing. The typical hairy Lebanese will often look like a walking volcanic eruption with hair emerging at every available escape route along the perimeter of upper body attire.
Particularly noticeable is the condition where the excess hair is frothing out around the collar area, continuing up the neck and merging with the hair on the head and face of the affected Poor Bastard...resulting in an almost Sasquatch-like appearance.
To be continued.......
* The concept of sniglets was originated by the aforementioned comedian Rich Hall; who defines a sniglet..."a word that isn't in the dictionary, but should be..."
Thursday, June 30, 2011
There Once Was Girl From Nantucket....
After a couple of days of R & R the Grand Poo Ba returned to his post in the Poor Bastard World Headquarters command center only to find a number of interesting musings from around The Kingdom...
First up from Austin, TX Larry Rone, Poor Bastard Emeritus and the holder of a lifetime chair on the High Council of the Fraternal Order of the Poor Bastard, reports that after 80 years of research nobody has been able to confirm ever seeing an ostrich with their head stuck in the sand...
Poor Bastard Limerick of the Day...
Another entertaining barb also comes to us from a faithful patron in the Great State of Texas in the form of a Poor Bastard Limerick of the Day.
The Gazette would like to thank Beverly K. Ross-Keith for the following ditty...
There once was a pervert named Weiner
Who had a perverted demeanor
Forced from the Hill
For acting like Bill
Now Congress is one wiener leaner.
The Joke is on You, Sarah...
And not to be denied her rightful spot at the top of the Poor Bastard attention-whore food chain, Sarah Palin, the Duel-Qualifier Poor Bastardette who still seems to think that SIXTY MILLION fellow Poor Bastard's might actually vote for her if she runs for President, has started clamoring about an upcoming documentary in which a number of prominent Hollywood glitterati types have apparently made the beleaguered Palin the brunt of countless jokes and partisan jabs....
Palin, seen here unable to figure out that the joke is on her!
It seems that the Revisionist Poor Bastard Palin does not like being made fun of by people who themselves possess enough celebrity appeal to actually draw a crowd and thereby have successfully made her the subject of public ridicule...
Which just goes to show that it's hard to take a joke, when you are one!
To Catch a True Poor Bastard...
And last but certainly not least is the hot off the wire report that NBC's Chris Hansen, the squeaky-clean hero of the network's "To Catch a Predator" series may have fallen victim to the old "hidden camera" routine himself....
The National Enquirer - where all Poor Bastards turn for the the latest celebrity news - is reporting that they have surveillance video of Hansen and a West Palm hottie by the name of Kristyn Caddell wining, dining and shacking it up at Caddell's West Palm Beach apartment! Caddell, a news anchor for the local NBC affiliate WPTV, is described in the National Enquirer story as a "sexy blonde young enough to be his daughter!"
True Poor Bastard Chris Hansen is seen here in better form as he dresses down a would-be internet sex-pervert, who has fallen prey to Hansen's own version of made for prime-time TV video surveillance television, on the popular Dateline: NBC program To Catch a Predator...
Well, oh well...oh well...oh well...oh well!.......What have we here?
Yet another unfortunate True Poor Bastard from among the ranks of TV's glitterati who, after making a semi-career out of finger-pointing and calling the kettle black, now finds himself among the unfortunate ranks of those who have fallen from grace due to nothing more than their own hubris and lack of self-discipline!
And "...young enough to be his daughter..." on top of everything else!
I'll bet Mrs. Hansen was absolutely thrilled to hear that!
First up from Austin, TX Larry Rone, Poor Bastard Emeritus and the holder of a lifetime chair on the High Council of the Fraternal Order of the Poor Bastard, reports that after 80 years of research nobody has been able to confirm ever seeing an ostrich with their head stuck in the sand...
Poor Bastard Limerick of the Day...
Another entertaining barb also comes to us from a faithful patron in the Great State of Texas in the form of a Poor Bastard Limerick of the Day.
The Gazette would like to thank Beverly K. Ross-Keith for the following ditty...
There once was a pervert named Weiner
Who had a perverted demeanor
Forced from the Hill
For acting like Bill
Now Congress is one wiener leaner.
The Joke is on You, Sarah...
And not to be denied her rightful spot at the top of the Poor Bastard attention-whore food chain, Sarah Palin, the Duel-Qualifier Poor Bastardette who still seems to think that SIXTY MILLION fellow Poor Bastard's might actually vote for her if she runs for President, has started clamoring about an upcoming documentary in which a number of prominent Hollywood glitterati types have apparently made the beleaguered Palin the brunt of countless jokes and partisan jabs....
Palin, seen here unable to figure out that the joke is on her!
It seems that the Revisionist Poor Bastard Palin does not like being made fun of by people who themselves possess enough celebrity appeal to actually draw a crowd and thereby have successfully made her the subject of public ridicule...
Which just goes to show that it's hard to take a joke, when you are one!
To Catch a True Poor Bastard...
And last but certainly not least is the hot off the wire report that NBC's Chris Hansen, the squeaky-clean hero of the network's "To Catch a Predator" series may have fallen victim to the old "hidden camera" routine himself....
The National Enquirer - where all Poor Bastards turn for the the latest celebrity news - is reporting that they have surveillance video of Hansen and a West Palm hottie by the name of Kristyn Caddell wining, dining and shacking it up at Caddell's West Palm Beach apartment! Caddell, a news anchor for the local NBC affiliate WPTV, is described in the National Enquirer story as a "sexy blonde young enough to be his daughter!"
True Poor Bastard Chris Hansen is seen here in better form as he dresses down a would-be internet sex-pervert, who has fallen prey to Hansen's own version of made for prime-time TV video surveillance television, on the popular Dateline: NBC program To Catch a Predator...
Well, oh well...oh well...oh well...oh well!.......What have we here?
Yet another unfortunate True Poor Bastard from among the ranks of TV's glitterati who, after making a semi-career out of finger-pointing and calling the kettle black, now finds himself among the unfortunate ranks of those who have fallen from grace due to nothing more than their own hubris and lack of self-discipline!
And "...young enough to be his daughter..." on top of everything else!
I'll bet Mrs. Hansen was absolutely thrilled to hear that!
Monday, June 27, 2011
Summertime..... And The Livin' Is Easy....
Well the 4th of July holiday weekend is upon us and that means summer is in full swing for Poor Bastards throughout The Kingdom! If you live east of the Rockies that means many months of getting pounded by tornadoes, torrential rains and freezing blizzards is almost behind you.
Now it's on to three months or more of sweltering 100 degree heat; humidity levels almost as high as the mercury reading and a general state of misery that is only surpassed by being a Poor Bastard who has the misfortune of driving a French-made automobile...
Many a Midwest Poor Bastard will head to "the lake"... that iconic body of muddy water filled with fish, snakes and tree stumps that, along with the parking lot of the local football stadium, has long served as the primary recreational destination for throngs of Poor Bastards throughout the lesser world.
Gulf Coast Poor Bastards will no doubt head to the beach to soak up some sun, sand and oil residue along with a barrel full of Bud Light and tequila!
BBQ grills will be blazing for the better part of the summer as Poor Bastards throughout the realm try to imitate that Ultimate Poor Bastard celebrity chef Bobby Flay, by putting on a display of their best drunken grill-master moves in front of friends and family.
West Coast Poor Bastards will hang by the pool sipping white wine and $3 a bottle micro brew while trying to figure out how to grill a tofu hot dog without having it melt into a glob of gelatinous bean curd all over their shiny, new stainless steel grill & massage table that comes with a built-in salad spinner.
As the ritual of summer gets underway in all its grandeur the High Council of the Fraternal Order of the Poor Bastard thought that as a public service it would be worthwhile to review the Poor Bastard's Misery Index...that measure of temperature and humidity which was developed by the Grand Poo Ba and his Inner Circle oh those many years ago, when he too would spend his summers sweltering along with the mass of humanity known as The Kingdom of the Poor Bastard.
The Poor Bastard's Misery Index measures the relationship between temperature, relative humidity and exactly how miserable the combination of the two makes things for the average Garden-Variety Poor Bastard. It was developed in the late 1970's when the Grand Poo Ba himself was a resident of the Great State of Texas and was living in a rambling old wreck of a house that did not have any sort of mechanized air-conditioning system other than a handful of dusty, noisy old box fans that were propped up in strategically located windows, ostensibly intended to draw even more hot, humid air into the already sweltering box in which he and the Mrs. then resided!
They say that misery loves company and perhaps that is why there are so many Poor Bastards among us; but in general there is really no greater misery than a long, hot summer filled with mosquito bites, sweltering midnight temperatures and $500 a month electric bills. So for the benefit of mankind and Poor Bastards everywhere we offer the Poor Bastard's Misery Index to help you determine just exactly how miserable you are in relationship to fellow Poor Bastards everywhere!
Generally Miserable - a condition in which the combination of heat and humidity may make you miserable, but not necessarily any more miserable than the average Poor Bastard would generally be in the first place. You may be miserable but your misery isn't anything special and doesn't warrant further comment; so quit complaining about how hot it is at your house!
Extremely Miserable - a situation in which you can honestly say that life is more miserable than it would normally be, if it weren't for the extreme heat and humidity. For most Poor Bastard's a Misery Index reading of Extremely Miserable is pretty much life as usual during the long hot summer months typical throughout the heartland of The Kingdom. Itinerant Poor Bastards, who have the misfortune of visiting the heartland when Extremely Miserable conditions exist, are likely to complain far in excess of what the actual conditions warrant; a clear sign that they are interlopers from beyond the indigenous home of the Poor Bastard.
Unbelievably Miserable - this state of affairs is truly an unbelievable period of absurdly hot, humid weather during which Poor Bastards throughout the realm can be heard waling long and loudly about how damned hot and miserable it has been for months. Being prone to exaggeration such as they are, many Poor Bastards, during a period of Unbelievably Miserable weather, will tend to embellish their Poor Bastard Tales of Woe about just how miserable they have been for as long as they can remember. Although amusing to the non-native species who are within ear-shot, such whining and complaining quickly grows tiresome for Genuine Poor Bastards who have spent much of their natural life living in Unbelievably Miserable conditions.
Ridiculously F-ing Miserable - a truly life-changing period of ridiculously f-ing miserable hot and humid weather, the likes of which even the most Hard-Core Poor Bastards are hard pressed to remember experiencing. During a period when the Misery Index is rated as Ridiculously F-ing Miserable all manner of chaos and general mayhem is likely to break out throughout The Kingdom....crime rates soar; incidents of alcohol-induced Poor Bastard behavior will inevitably show a sharp increase.....and the 6:00PM news reports will begin to fill with sad tales of people who have died or otherwise suffered great personal tragedy as a result of the ridiculously f-ing miserable heat and humidity!
With reports of 100 degree temperatures in parts of the Midwest filtering into the Poor Bastard World Headquarters since March of this year, the Grand Poo Ba has been predicting a record-setting summer of generally extreme and unbelievably ridiculous f-ing miserable heat and humidity.....
Aaaah.....the lazy days of summer!
Now it's on to three months or more of sweltering 100 degree heat; humidity levels almost as high as the mercury reading and a general state of misery that is only surpassed by being a Poor Bastard who has the misfortune of driving a French-made automobile...
Many a Midwest Poor Bastard will head to "the lake"... that iconic body of muddy water filled with fish, snakes and tree stumps that, along with the parking lot of the local football stadium, has long served as the primary recreational destination for throngs of Poor Bastards throughout the lesser world.
Gulf Coast Poor Bastards will no doubt head to the beach to soak up some sun, sand and oil residue along with a barrel full of Bud Light and tequila!
BBQ grills will be blazing for the better part of the summer as Poor Bastards throughout the realm try to imitate that Ultimate Poor Bastard celebrity chef Bobby Flay, by putting on a display of their best drunken grill-master moves in front of friends and family.
West Coast Poor Bastards will hang by the pool sipping white wine and $3 a bottle micro brew while trying to figure out how to grill a tofu hot dog without having it melt into a glob of gelatinous bean curd all over their shiny, new stainless steel grill & massage table that comes with a built-in salad spinner.
As the ritual of summer gets underway in all its grandeur the High Council of the Fraternal Order of the Poor Bastard thought that as a public service it would be worthwhile to review the Poor Bastard's Misery Index...that measure of temperature and humidity which was developed by the Grand Poo Ba and his Inner Circle oh those many years ago, when he too would spend his summers sweltering along with the mass of humanity known as The Kingdom of the Poor Bastard.
The Poor Bastard's Misery Index measures the relationship between temperature, relative humidity and exactly how miserable the combination of the two makes things for the average Garden-Variety Poor Bastard. It was developed in the late 1970's when the Grand Poo Ba himself was a resident of the Great State of Texas and was living in a rambling old wreck of a house that did not have any sort of mechanized air-conditioning system other than a handful of dusty, noisy old box fans that were propped up in strategically located windows, ostensibly intended to draw even more hot, humid air into the already sweltering box in which he and the Mrs. then resided!
They say that misery loves company and perhaps that is why there are so many Poor Bastards among us; but in general there is really no greater misery than a long, hot summer filled with mosquito bites, sweltering midnight temperatures and $500 a month electric bills. So for the benefit of mankind and Poor Bastards everywhere we offer the Poor Bastard's Misery Index to help you determine just exactly how miserable you are in relationship to fellow Poor Bastards everywhere!
Generally Miserable - a condition in which the combination of heat and humidity may make you miserable, but not necessarily any more miserable than the average Poor Bastard would generally be in the first place. You may be miserable but your misery isn't anything special and doesn't warrant further comment; so quit complaining about how hot it is at your house!
Extremely Miserable - a situation in which you can honestly say that life is more miserable than it would normally be, if it weren't for the extreme heat and humidity. For most Poor Bastard's a Misery Index reading of Extremely Miserable is pretty much life as usual during the long hot summer months typical throughout the heartland of The Kingdom. Itinerant Poor Bastards, who have the misfortune of visiting the heartland when Extremely Miserable conditions exist, are likely to complain far in excess of what the actual conditions warrant; a clear sign that they are interlopers from beyond the indigenous home of the Poor Bastard.
Unbelievably Miserable - this state of affairs is truly an unbelievable period of absurdly hot, humid weather during which Poor Bastards throughout the realm can be heard waling long and loudly about how damned hot and miserable it has been for months. Being prone to exaggeration such as they are, many Poor Bastards, during a period of Unbelievably Miserable weather, will tend to embellish their Poor Bastard Tales of Woe about just how miserable they have been for as long as they can remember. Although amusing to the non-native species who are within ear-shot, such whining and complaining quickly grows tiresome for Genuine Poor Bastards who have spent much of their natural life living in Unbelievably Miserable conditions.
Ridiculously F-ing Miserable - a truly life-changing period of ridiculously f-ing miserable hot and humid weather, the likes of which even the most Hard-Core Poor Bastards are hard pressed to remember experiencing. During a period when the Misery Index is rated as Ridiculously F-ing Miserable all manner of chaos and general mayhem is likely to break out throughout The Kingdom....crime rates soar; incidents of alcohol-induced Poor Bastard behavior will inevitably show a sharp increase.....and the 6:00PM news reports will begin to fill with sad tales of people who have died or otherwise suffered great personal tragedy as a result of the ridiculously f-ing miserable heat and humidity!
With reports of 100 degree temperatures in parts of the Midwest filtering into the Poor Bastard World Headquarters since March of this year, the Grand Poo Ba has been predicting a record-setting summer of generally extreme and unbelievably ridiculous f-ing miserable heat and humidity.....
Aaaah.....the lazy days of summer!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
The Good Lord Giveth...and Taketh Away....
Upon arriving at command central of the Poor Bastard World Headquarters this morning, the Grand Poo Ba learned that the culling of the Poor Bastard Gene Pool has taken a major step forward with the untimely death of do-nothing MTV Jack-Off star, and generally Worthless Poor Bastard Ryan Dunn, early Monday morning.
According to the website TMZ.com Ryan Dunn, a Dumb-F-k Poor Bastard if ever there was one, had been seen doing shots of whiskey and guzzling beer at a West Chester, PA bar less than two hours before his Porsche 911T was involved in what West Goshen, PA police describe as a fiery, high-speed crash, which also killed Zachary Hartwell, a 30 year old Unfortunate Poor Bastard, who had the misfortune of being a passenger in Dunn's car at the time the crash occurred!
Conflicting reports were obtained from other Poor Bastard bar patrons who had witnessed Dunn and his Poor Bastard buddies engaging in a booze-fest at Barnaby's of America in West Chester, PA, only hours before the crash.
One statement obtained from a "friend" of Dunn's claimed that the Doomed Poor Bastard had only consumed 3 Miller Lites and 3 "girly shots" in the four hour period prior to the crash....although the witness did not explain why they would have let Dunn get behind the wheel of a car if they were such good "friends" and all!
To the contrary, a second unidentified witness claimed that Dunn was "wasted" and had "had a lot to drink!"
Dunn (at left) is seen here with two of the "friends" who allowed him to get behind the wheel of a Porsche 911T - one of the fastest production automobiles ever made - after a night of boozing and guzzling "girly shots" at a Pennsylvania bar...
The remains of the Doomed Poor Bastard-Mobile are seen here being hauled away from the scene of the crash which resulted in the death of MTV Jack-Off Star Ryan Dunn and an Unfortunate Poor Bastard by the name of Zachary Hartwell, who was riding in the car...
AP wire reports from later in the day on Monday state that there was a 100 ft. long skid mark left by Dunn's car at the point where it careened off the road and over a guard rail, before crashing into a wooded area and bursting into flames...
While the Grand Poo Ba certainly makes no claim to be any kind of forensic accident scene investigator, he has watched his share of cable-wonderland true-crime tales in which a similar fate has befallen one Poor Bastard or another.... and based on those observations, we feel it is fair to say that from the look of things, this was no garden-variety, run off the road car crash!
R.I.P: Worthless Poor Bastard Dunn & Unfortunate Poor Bastard Hartwell.....
Another one bites the dust!
Meanwhile Back at The Ranch...
Over at the Ultimate Poor Bastard household of Mr. and Mrs. Sarah Palin we have yet another confirmation that the Poor Bastard Gene Pool is still frothing over at the brim with fresh, young Poor Bastard stock in the form of Poor Bastard In-Training Bristol Palin...
The young Poor Bastard Cadet it seems has decided that, at the ripe old age of 20, she has lived a fulfilling and interesting life, worthy of a tell-all memoir called Afraid of Life: My Journey So Far.....
(The Grand Poo Ba can just see the unread copies of this diatribe lining up on the $2.99 shelf down at the Goodwill Outlet Store)
In the sordid expose, which is scheduled for release in the coming weeks, Palin apparently admits to being a boozing, teen-aged slacker and indiscriminate sex-pot, who spent a considerable period of time during her formative years drinking wine coolers and doing the horizontal teeny-bop with at least one fertile young Alaskan stud-buck by the name of Levi Johnston....
Poor Bastard Swinging-D-k Johnston, as you surely know by now, is the admitted sperm-donor who contributed to the breeding of Palin's 2 year-old illegitimate son and 3rd generation Poor Bastard In-Training Tripp...who will no doubt one day be christened a Poor Bastard in his own right!
Do you see a pattern here.....?
In a picture allegedly posted by Levi Johnston's under-aged sister Mercedes (at right) on her MySpace page, a young wild-child couple alleging to be Poor Bastardette Bristol Palin and sperm donor Levi Johnston, are seen here nursing a half gallon jug of spiced rum....
...Leading Inquiring Poor Bastards to ask...."where's mommy?"
Pictured below is a rarely seen phenomenon known as an Out-Crossed, Multi-Generational Poor Bastard Gene Pool, in which at least three generations of Poor Bastard Gene Stock from the family tree of Mr. and Mrs. Sarah Palin, can be seen festering together at the same time and place....
In response to all of the misery which has befallen Levi Johnston, after getting caught up in the Sarah Palin Family Media Circus, The Huffington Post reported last month that the young Poor Bastard Swinging D-k was planning to release his own tell-all tale called My Life in Sarah Palin's Cross Hairs; with a working subtitle reported to be "And Bristol Palin's Pubic Hairs"...
To which The High Council of the Fraternal Order of the Poor Bastard offers this public service announcement for all aspiring young Buckaroo Poor Bastards....
You Got to Learn to Tarp That Load Baby.....Tarp That Load!
According to the website TMZ.com Ryan Dunn, a Dumb-F-k Poor Bastard if ever there was one, had been seen doing shots of whiskey and guzzling beer at a West Chester, PA bar less than two hours before his Porsche 911T was involved in what West Goshen, PA police describe as a fiery, high-speed crash, which also killed Zachary Hartwell, a 30 year old Unfortunate Poor Bastard, who had the misfortune of being a passenger in Dunn's car at the time the crash occurred!
Conflicting reports were obtained from other Poor Bastard bar patrons who had witnessed Dunn and his Poor Bastard buddies engaging in a booze-fest at Barnaby's of America in West Chester, PA, only hours before the crash.
One statement obtained from a "friend" of Dunn's claimed that the Doomed Poor Bastard had only consumed 3 Miller Lites and 3 "girly shots" in the four hour period prior to the crash....although the witness did not explain why they would have let Dunn get behind the wheel of a car if they were such good "friends" and all!
To the contrary, a second unidentified witness claimed that Dunn was "wasted" and had "had a lot to drink!"
Dunn (at left) is seen here with two of the "friends" who allowed him to get behind the wheel of a Porsche 911T - one of the fastest production automobiles ever made - after a night of boozing and guzzling "girly shots" at a Pennsylvania bar...
The remains of the Doomed Poor Bastard-Mobile are seen here being hauled away from the scene of the crash which resulted in the death of MTV Jack-Off Star Ryan Dunn and an Unfortunate Poor Bastard by the name of Zachary Hartwell, who was riding in the car...
AP wire reports from later in the day on Monday state that there was a 100 ft. long skid mark left by Dunn's car at the point where it careened off the road and over a guard rail, before crashing into a wooded area and bursting into flames...
While the Grand Poo Ba certainly makes no claim to be any kind of forensic accident scene investigator, he has watched his share of cable-wonderland true-crime tales in which a similar fate has befallen one Poor Bastard or another.... and based on those observations, we feel it is fair to say that from the look of things, this was no garden-variety, run off the road car crash!
R.I.P: Worthless Poor Bastard Dunn & Unfortunate Poor Bastard Hartwell.....
Another one bites the dust!
Meanwhile Back at The Ranch...
Over at the Ultimate Poor Bastard household of Mr. and Mrs. Sarah Palin we have yet another confirmation that the Poor Bastard Gene Pool is still frothing over at the brim with fresh, young Poor Bastard stock in the form of Poor Bastard In-Training Bristol Palin...
The young Poor Bastard Cadet it seems has decided that, at the ripe old age of 20, she has lived a fulfilling and interesting life, worthy of a tell-all memoir called Afraid of Life: My Journey So Far.....
(The Grand Poo Ba can just see the unread copies of this diatribe lining up on the $2.99 shelf down at the Goodwill Outlet Store)
In the sordid expose, which is scheduled for release in the coming weeks, Palin apparently admits to being a boozing, teen-aged slacker and indiscriminate sex-pot, who spent a considerable period of time during her formative years drinking wine coolers and doing the horizontal teeny-bop with at least one fertile young Alaskan stud-buck by the name of Levi Johnston....
Poor Bastard Swinging-D-k Johnston, as you surely know by now, is the admitted sperm-donor who contributed to the breeding of Palin's 2 year-old illegitimate son and 3rd generation Poor Bastard In-Training Tripp...who will no doubt one day be christened a Poor Bastard in his own right!
Do you see a pattern here.....?
In a picture allegedly posted by Levi Johnston's under-aged sister Mercedes (at right) on her MySpace page, a young wild-child couple alleging to be Poor Bastardette Bristol Palin and sperm donor Levi Johnston, are seen here nursing a half gallon jug of spiced rum....
...Leading Inquiring Poor Bastards to ask...."where's mommy?"
Pictured below is a rarely seen phenomenon known as an Out-Crossed, Multi-Generational Poor Bastard Gene Pool, in which at least three generations of Poor Bastard Gene Stock from the family tree of Mr. and Mrs. Sarah Palin, can be seen festering together at the same time and place....
In response to all of the misery which has befallen Levi Johnston, after getting caught up in the Sarah Palin Family Media Circus, The Huffington Post reported last month that the young Poor Bastard Swinging D-k was planning to release his own tell-all tale called My Life in Sarah Palin's Cross Hairs; with a working subtitle reported to be "And Bristol Palin's Pubic Hairs"...
To which The High Council of the Fraternal Order of the Poor Bastard offers this public service announcement for all aspiring young Buckaroo Poor Bastards....
You Got to Learn to Tarp That Load Baby.....Tarp That Load!
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