The Battalion Of Injured Reserve Heroes

Posted on March 14, 2018 by sungmokoo

Cro-Magnon Man looked upon his peers, 2,000 or so superheroes crammed into a make shift clubhouse, previously a cave. He squinted, which created a furrow across his abnormally large forehead. It was far from attractive. He saw a sea of multi-colored spandex, masks, metals and weaponry. He took a deep breath before calling order. He announced, “It is an honor to stand… before all of you. May you fill with pride… for you are committed… to preserving… the royal order of justice…let us recite our oath.” He bowed his head.

The Canadian Collective in the house… representing. Image Source

As one unified voice, the heroes solemnly swore, “If and when a hero goes down, we are prepared with complete heart and sound mind to replace said hero with 100% commitment. If necessary, with our lives. Gulp. Justice for all. Amen.”

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Gubernatorial And Raisinets®

Posted on March 13, 2018 by sungmokoo

“It hurts when I go like this, doctor.”

It is a bleak time to watch television in Illinois. Political ads for governor, assessor, attorney general, county board president, dog catcher, and congressman dominate the airwaves. It is annoying, repetitive, and clattering. As of February 2018, Illinois’ gubernatorial candidates alone, have raised over $133 million for their campaigns. That’s a lot of scratch, which could be better spent on fixing just about anything else. Instead, it is wasted on these sniveling politicians. Here’s an idea, half that money should go to repairing our decrepit infrastructure. This is how hungry people feel when they watch someone throw out a piece of steak.

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Peanut Butter & Jelly & Hollywood Nights by BOB SEGER Vs. CADILLAC DON & J-MONEY

Posted on March 11, 2018 by sungmokoo

Peanut Butter & Jelly & Hollywwod NIghts

When we speak of the Bob Seger, it’s easy to meander about our disdain for the “music”, and at times the “man”. It’s easy to say, “I’ll tell you what, I really hate that mother fucking turd ball.” It’s understandable. He was everywhere, and often; he was over-rated, played out, and he still is. Frankly, “Like A Rock” is the second worst song, next to “We Built This City” by Starship.

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