Friday, March 16, 2012

A True Poor Bastard Tale of Woe!

The general rule around here at the editorial desk of the Poor Bastard's Gazette is to try and avoid making too much fun of the Garden-Variety Poor Bastard mass of humanity when they are suffering through times of want and woe, trial and tribulation, pain and suffering or just your run-of-the-mill stroke of temporary misfortune...except in those circumstances which involve:

a) Poor Bastards from the ranks of the Hollywood Glitterati...

Degenerate Poor Bastard, CHARLIE SHEEN!














 b) Political Poor Bastards who float to the top of the Washington DC cesspool...

Congressional Wiener...ANTHONY WIENER












c) Self-Absorbed Poor Bastards from the surreal world of  overpaid, pseudo-important sports figures...

Pathetic Poor Bastard TIGER WOODS!




















d) Any Poor Bastardette who has the public misfortune of having her picture taken just as she wraps her mouth around a foot-long corny dog...

Sporting Poor Bastardette MICHELE BACHMANN! ..."You go, girl!"

















e) Any Poor Bastard whose misfortune is the direct result of their own ignorance and stupidity...

 
              BUTT-ROCKET BOY...a True Poor Bastard!

f) Any Poor Bastard or Poor Bastardette who is, well...just a walking, talking image of the Iconic Poor Bastard!

Reindeer Titty Party Girl and Poor Bastardette!



No Comment!

g ) And last but not least, any Egotistical Poor Bastard who is possessed with sufficient hubris to think that the rest of The Kingdom wants them to be President of the Nation of Poor Bastards and is named "RICK"...or "NEWT"...or "MITT"...or "HERMIE"...


"Aw shucks, that's just some GOOD HAIR!"
"I can smell FRESH SANTORUM..."

The King of the Kingdom of The Poor Bastard!


"I did NOT screw no white woman!"

"Somebody has to clean up that FRESH SANTORUM!"

However, there is that rare occasion when a Poor Bastard Tale of Woe just happens across the desk of the Grand Poo Ba, which is pathetic, sad and pitiful - while at the same time contains an element of basic humor - such that it cannot be ignored as potential cannon fodder by the editorial board here at the Poor Bastard's Gazette....

And today we have just such a story in the sad news concerning 56 year-old Rank & File Poor Bastard  Raymond Segura, Jr. who died yesterday after being buried in a mountain of dried pinto beans while working at the Kelley Bean Company in Brush, Colorado!

Yep! That's right folks, Poor Bastard Raymond apparently suffocated after being buried in what police and rescue workers described as a "20-foot high mound of loose pinto beans..." that weighed several tons! Despite the efforts of rescue workers, the Poor Bastard was dead by the time the workers reached him, according to Morgan County Under-Sheriff Dave Martin.

Now that, my friends, is a True Poor Bastard Tale of Woe!

http://news.yahoo.com/colorado-man-buried-under-mound-pinto-beans-dies-032345406.html 





Tuesday, March 6, 2012

High Council Announces the Dunn Award Winners For 2012

The Glitterati may have their Oscars, that unnecessary and forgettable event where High-Tone Hollywood Poor Bastards get together to find out just exactly who it is that Angelina Jolie is f-cking at the moment, but Rank & File Poor Bastards have the Annual Dunn Awards, that memorable time of year when the High Council of the Fraternal Order of The Poor Bastard hands down The Kingdom's top award for being a truly Stupid Dumb-F--k Poor Bastard.

Named after that ultimate Stupid Dumb-F--k Poor Bastard, Ryan Dunn, who only last year sat around at a West Chester, PA, bar all afternoon getting snot-slinging drunk with his pals, only to hop in his Porsche 911T along with an equally dumb-f--k and Doomed Poor Bastard buddy and then proceeded to drive his car over the guardrail of a bridge at 160 mph, wrapping both himself and his best bud around a tree, in a fiery crash that cost both Poor Bastards their lives.

So, in memory of that historic display of inexplicable ignorance, and in an effort to remind us all that the gene pool must constantly be culled, the High Council has decided to name an award in honor of the ultimate Stupid Dumb-F--k Poor Bastard Ryan Dunn.

The first annual Dunn Awards were recently announced by the High Council of the Fraternal Order of The Poor Bastard in conjunction with the recently concluded Oscar ceremonies, and here are the recipients of the top honors:

Honorable Mention -  "Garret"



 Third Place  - Anonymous


Second Place - "Cody"

 

And the Grand Prize Winner 2012 is - "Butt-Rocket Boy!"


Proving once again that no matter how hard you try, you just can't make this stuff up!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Poor Bastards Just Love A Good Celebrity Funeral!

If you listen to the mainstream media circus it would sure seem like the great mass of Poor Bastard humanity just loves a good funeral!...And especially one that involves a washed up, aging pop culture icon who has fallen on hard times....And even more so when it involves a washed up, aging pop culture icon who has fallen on hard times due mostly to their own hubris, self-absorbed delusional sense of grandeur, pig-headed stubbornness and completely distorted sense of reality...as was the case with that Ultimate Poor Bastard Michael Jackson and now the once gleaming superstar and Genuinely Pathetic Poor Bastardette Whitney Houston.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/maer-roshan/whitney-houston-and-the-m_1_b_1293390.html 

If Whitney Houston's life wasn't destined to be hard enough, what with the drugs and being the cousin of 60's pop music icon Dionne Warwick and all, she only complicated matters by getting married to the forgettable, self-aggrandizing Degenerate Poor Bastard Bobby Brown, whose major claim to fame has been that of being the alleged drug supplier for the out-of-control substance abuse program which ultimately caused the death of Houston on February 11, 2012.

Consistent with the voyeuristic tendencies which are one of the hallmarks of a culture awash in all things near and dear to the Poor Bastard class, the sale of Whitney Houston's records in both the traditional physical media and virtual streaming media had increased ten-fold within 24 hours of her death!...

http://www.businessinsider.com/whitney-houstons-death-has-brought-her-brand-to-life-2012-2

Like the Grand Poo Ba was saying, it sure seems like the great unwashed like nothing better than a nice, juicy celebrity death to sink their collective fangs into; and while the death spectacle which has surrounded Whitney Houston's demise is admittedly no match for the summer-long, made for TV melodrama which unfolded after the death of has-been pop music icon and truly Degenerate Poor Bastard Michael Jackson, the four hour memorial service which preceded her mournful funeral train from the New Hope Baptist Church in Newark, NJ to the Fairview Cemetery in nearby Westfield, NJ was certainly enough to rank as an entertainment spectacle, replete with all the subtext and celebrity drama which always seems to beleaguer a gathering of washed up Poor Bastard Glitterati and Poor Bastard celebrity figures with careers on the wane.

Among the malingering Has-Been Poor Bastards and fading members of the entertainment industry's Poor Bastard Glitterati who attended and/or participated in the service, was none other than Kevin Costner, another aging star whose light is fading fast into the darkness of B-movie scripts and guest appearances on Law and Order: Special Victims Unit.

For his part, Costner was reported to have read a forty-five minute eulogy which largely portrayed Houston as he knew her before she descended into the abyss of drug abuse and helplessness which occurred after the star-crossed Houston became involved with the erstwhile Poor Bastard Bobby Brown....When Costner concluded his tribute, it was said there wasn't a dry eye in the house, as record sales continued to soar through the roof!

Meanwhile as paparazzi and Garden-Variety Poor Bastards lingered on the grounds of the New Hope Baptist Church, hoping to catch a glimpse of Houston's funeral entourage or possibly a living, aging celebrity icon, Degenerate Poor Bastard Bobby Brown arrived, only to be told that all 187 members of his entourage would not be able to sit together inside the church where the memorial service was taking place.

Unwilling to take such an insult lying down, Brown instead quickly paid his respects to his ex-wife and then left the service, headed for the Mohegan Sun Arena in nearby Connecticut, where, after  belatedly taking the stage for a performance, he was quoted as saying to the crowd,

"I want to give blessings to my ex-wife, Whitney Houston, I love you. I want to give blessings to my kids, my fiancee (Alicia Etheridge), my brothers, and each of you..." before adding "...And if you didn't already know, I go by the name of Bad-Ass Bobby Brown."

Nothing but class, Big Bobby Bad-Ass.....nothing but class! 

 Bad-Ass himself is seen here starting to cry after being told that his 187 member entourage would not be seated together at Whitney Houston's memorial service...






Meanwhile back at the ranch, Whitney and Bobby's daughter, Bobbi Kristina Brown, apparently didn't want to let the family tradition of well-publicized drug consumption slip into the historical record as she was reported to have bailed out of the funeral procession to head off to a nearby hotel and get loaded.

http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2012/02/19/bobbi-kristina-brown-found-getting-high-after-whitney-s-funeral.html

 Whitney Houston and daughter Bobbi Kristina Brown are seen together after a couple of blasts from Bad-Ass Bobby Brown's bad-ass bong launched them both into the Ozone...













Houston and daughter Bobbi are seen here in happier times, all piled into Bad-Ass's tricked out, low-down, honky-blastin' ride, heading out to score a dime bag with one of Big Bobby's peeps!

Friday, February 10, 2012

Poor Bastards Throughout The Kingdom Awaken To The Stench Of Fresh Santorum In The Air

The recent republican primaries held in Missouri, Colorado and Minnesota just go to show that the ever-vigilant editorial staff here at the Poor Bastard's Gazette can never afford to rest on our laurels.

As Republican Poor Bastards throughout the Kingdom of The Poor Bastard continue to weigh in with their worthless opinion of which remaining crackpot candidates should be the presidential nominee of the Grand Old Poor Bastard Party, the plot only continues to thicken...Just when Rank & File Poor Bastards thought they had finally rid themselves of that awful stench of stale santorum on their shoes, the ugly specter of a fresh pile of santorum raised its head once again as the republican presidential hopefuls brought their traveling roadshow to the pathetically conservative and hopelessly ignorant states of Colorado, Missouri and Minnesota.

As Poor Bastards head back to the rock pile with a morning-after hangover from the most recent republican primaries, they find themselves faced with the dreadful prospect of Rick-who is that Dan Savage guy anyway-Santorum, back in the presidential spotlight and squarely in a position to give Mitt-The Glit-Romney a run for his money as the republican presidential nominee in 2012.

Riding the coat-tails of the Santorum Sweep in the redneck triangle, right-wing Poor Bastards are salivating over the prospect of fresh santorum in their midst....Meanwhile the rest of the Poor Bastard population is trying to figure out how to get the foul stench of fresh santorum out of the air.

For those of you who are not regular readers of The Poor Bastard's Gazette and therefore may not be aware of the santorum Google Bomb phenomenon we suggest you read the following article at The Huffington Post-

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/02/06/dan-savage-rick-santorum-google_n_1257300.html

Presidential Hopeful and Right-Wing Poor Bastard Rick-who is that Dan Savage guy anyway-Santorum is seen here doing his impersonation of a gay symphony conductor.




If the results of the recently concluded primaries in the redneck triangle prove anything, it is that conservative Poor Bastards throughout the Kingdom of The Poor Bastard are hopelessly lost in their quest for true leadership, having gone from bad to very bad to the absolute worst possible choice for a candidate, in Rick Santorum.

If anything good can be said of Santorum, we haven't heard it said here at The Gazette. And if anything bad can be said about the buffoon from beyond the realm it can probably be summed up in the words of Santorum himself, as evidenced by this article posted at the thinkprogress.org website-

http://thinkprogress.org/lgbt/2012/01/04/397355/rick-santorums-top-10-most-outrageous-campaign-statements/

Meanwhile Inquiring Poor Bastards everywhere are asking, "...is that a turd Rick-who is that Dan Savage guy anyway-Santorum is biting into?"


Sunday, January 22, 2012

Green Acres v. Petticoat Junction: Republican Primary Heats Up!

You would think that since they are still living in the Neanderthal era down there in South Carolina, it would take a bit longer than 24 hours for all those Poor Bastard republican voters in the Palmetto State to chisel their ballots out of stone, but apparently not.

Maybe the pig farming Corn-Pone Poor Bastards in Iowa could learn a  thing or two about how to run an election from the tobacco farming Malingering Poor Bastards in South Carolina, since it has taken them the better part two weeks to count the last 34 votes in the Iowa presidential caucus.

Word around the campfire is that they had to work extra hard to "find" just enough votes to maneuver Santorum to the top of the shit-heap!...Which may explain the long delay in finalizing the vote tally since it can be pretty hard to find something that may not even exist!

As of Sunday morning election officials in Petticoat Junction, South Carolina are reporting that Poor Bastard Newt Gingrich has logged a resounding victory over Mitt-The Glit-Romney in the South Carolina republican presidential primary...Meanwhile the Corn-Pone Poor Bastards in Iowa have apparently put their heads together and figured out how to count to 34...which is the margin of victory they now say separates Artificial Poor Bastard Mitt Romney and Homophobic Poor Bastard Rick-who is that Dan Savage guy anyway-Santorum, after almost two weeks of trying to tally up the final vote count in Hooterville!

What all this means for the rest of the Rank & File Poor Bastards throughout The Kingdom of The Poor Bastard is not clear at this time. But we have learned some important lessons over the last few weeks, so let's review!

-Pathetic Homophobic Poor Bastard Rick Santorum's belated "victory" in the Iowa caucus has shown not only that the Broke-D*ck Poor Bastard republicans over in Green Acres are even dumber than Barney Fife...But perhaps more importantly it confirms just how difficult it is to get rid of that messy Santorum when you step in a big pile of it wearing your Sunday best!

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Rick%20Santorum

-Mitt-The Glit-Romney's narrow miss in the Green Acres Caucus earlier this month, and his outright shellacking in the Petticoat Junction Primary on Saturday, proves once and for all that right-wing fundamentalist Baptist Poor Bastards always trump right-wing neo-colonial Mormon Poor Bastards who wear funny underwear and do their churchin' up on Saturday....Don't they know that Saturday is the day they run NASCAR races?...Duuuuuh?

Artificial Poor Bastard Mitt-The Glit-Romney is seen here suiting up in the appropriate attire to clean up all that messy Santorum he found himself covered in after the hotly contested Iowa Caucus, which after almost two weeks, officials in Hooterville, IA now say was won by the Homophobic Poor Bastard Rick Santorum - whose biggest claim to fame prior to his narrow victory in the home state of Arnold the Pig, had been the fact that syndicated columnist and outspoken gay rights advocate Dan Savage, had successfully managed to establish Santorum's name as being synonymous with an absolutely nauseating substance which is apparently a by-product of a certain sexual act.

-The whopping margin of victory earned by the degenerate, self-absorbed Congressional Poor Bastard Newt-the man who would be king-Gingrich in the Petticoat Junction Primary confirms two important things about bible-thumping, right-wing republican Poor Bastards in places like South Carolina.

One is that they really do possess a fifteen minute attention span apparently being unable to remember back to the day when their beloved Newter was embroiled in one controversy after another all having to do with which wife had previously been his mistress before he had divorced the current wife, but which didn't occur until after he had started boning his future wife, who in turn would subsequently become an ex-wife as he started cozying up with yet another future wife in the form of a new mistress....or something like that!

The second is that among the Self-Righteous Poor Bastard Class - which are thick as flies at a church picnic or sweating fat ladies at a tent revival in places like South Carolina - hypocrisy and the old double-standard of "do what I say, not what I do", are alive and well among the politically illiterate Indigenous Poor Bastard population!

Congressional Quitter, Serial Adulterer, Failed Monarch and Revitalized Poor Bastard Newt Gingrich reacts to the smell of decaying Santorum on his opponent Mitt-the glit-Romney's shoes...








But perhaps the most enlightening and entertaining excerpt from the weekend's political circus is the fact that at least 1,000 votes were cast by Malingering Poor Bastards in Saturday's Petticoat Junction Primary for the dearly departed and once Aspiring Poor Bastard Herman - I didn't screw no white woman - Cain, even though Hermie had announced his departure from the campaign campaign trail almost two months ago!

While the rest of The Kingdom is asking, "...and why exactly is it that we let them vote?"

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Has-Been Poor Bastard Chuck Norris Endorses The Man Who Would Be King!

It has been evident for decades that Has-Been Poor Bastard karate-man Chuck Norris couldn't act his way out of a paper bag - strutting around in front of the camera like he had a hot poker stuck up his ass and mumbling his lines like he was doing a bad impersonation of The Terminator - but apparently the Poor Bastard's punch-drunk brain doesn't work at all based on this latest report from the desk of some backroom Hollywood spin doctor who obviously needs to find a more fulfilling line of work!

http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/ticket/chuck-norris-endorses-newt-gingrich-224223391.html

It seems the Poor Bastard whose washed-up acting career has included such classic television drivel as "Walker, Texas Ranger" has decided to endorse Newt Gingrich's presidential candidacy after learning that Crackpot Poor Bastard and former razorback governor Mike Huckabee had been officially declared too stupid to run for president.

To add insult to stupidity Kung-fu Carlos has also made the mistake of thinking that the rest of us Poor Bastards actually give a big fat rat's ass about who he feels should be the exalted leader of The Kingdom of The Poor Bastard.

The Grand Poo Ba isn't sure which figure is more pathetic...a has-been, 1970's era d-grade actor who has been relegated to the cable-wonderland infomercial circuit to keep off the unemployment line?

Or a washed-up, bloated male chauvinist political hack from the backwoods of the Peach State; who is seen here dressed for his role as the official Court Jester of the Presidential Poor Bastard Class of 2012!

Friday, January 20, 2012

Whiskey: A Matter Of Principle!

The Poor Bastard's Gazette Joke of The Week once again comes to us from Gary (Studs) Nebgen, a lifelong resident of The Great State of Texas...And while it isn't really a "joke" in the classic sense of the word, it is, none-the-less, classic Poor Bastard Logic in every sense of the meaning!


Gary is a native son of the Texas Hill Country and one of the Original Poor Bastards, who has been one of the Grand Poo Ba's longstanding sidekicks and drinking buddies for the better part of 40 years....

And if I might say so myself, I think ol' Studs Nebgen has outdone himself this time!


WHISKEY

In 1952, Armon M. Sweat, Jr., a member of the Texas House of Representatives, was asked about his position on whiskey. What follows is his exact answer (taken from the Political Archives of Texas):

"If you mean whiskey, the devil's brew, the poison scourge, the bloody monster that defiles innocence, dethrones reason, destroys the home, creates misery and poverty, yea, literally takes the bread from the mouths of little children; if you mean that evil drink that topples Christian men and women from the pinnacles of righteous and gracious living into the bottomless pit of degradation, shame, despair, helplessness, and hopelessness, then, my friend, I am opposed to it with every fiber of my being.

However, if by whiskey you mean the lubricant of conversation, the philosophic juice, the elixir of life, the liquid that is consumed when good fellows get together, that puts a song in their hearts and the warm glow of contentment in their eyes; if you mean Christmas cheer, the stimulating sip that puts a little spring in the step of an elderly gentleman on a frosty morning; if you mean that drink that enables man to magnify his joy, and to forget life's great tragedies and heartbreaks and sorrow; if you mean that drink the sale of which pours into our treasuries untold millions of dollars each year, that provides tender care for our little crippled children, our blind, our deaf, our dumb, our pitifully aged and infirm, to build the finest highways, hospitals, universities, and community colleges in this nation, then my friend, I am absolutely, unequivocally in favor of it.

This is my position, and as always, I refuse to compromise on matters of principle."

You have to admit they just don't make Poor Bastards like Armon Sweat, Jr. anymore!