Monthly Archives: March 2011

And now for Volume 2 of Really, Guy?, my weekly column of utter disbelief.  This week we’ll be featuring the words of Glenn Beck.  If you don’t know his work, he’s a fat, sexless scrote-elf who yammers about Socialism (he’s … Continue reading →

Thus begins a new chapter in the ongoing saga of savage weirdness and perversion that is my life.  I, Bastard Keith, am submitting to a period, yet undefined, of chastity, to be supervised by my beloved wife and keeper, Madame … Continue reading →

“I’ve been waiting 2 c a movie like SuckerPunch my whole life.” – Madame Rosebud’s Twitter Director Zack Snyder has so polarized his viewers, pitting those who adore his cinema du right-this-moment and supernatural genius for imagery against a growing … Continue reading →

You know, I’m in my thirties now. One of the really amazing benefits of age is that I need increasingly scant reason to do anything. By the time I’m in my 50s, my lack of accountability will be ghastly. I’ll … Continue reading →

It’s always a faintly astonishing moment when a mind glimpses the very bottom of its owners’ depravity and then finds itself willing to go further. Yesterday, shooting a local commercial for a not-to-be-named office cleaning company, I had such an … Continue reading →

Of all the enterprises to which I’ve been asked to lend my considerable reputation, Darling House has to be the tawdriest, the lowest, the most contemptibly exploitative. It is a scumhole for perverts and queers; a dank, fetid tit that … Continue reading →