Commissar Redumdimski

Motto:
"WANT IS WEALTH
POVERTY IS PROSPERITY
SQUALOR IS LUXURY"Comrades! The Glorious World Of Next Tuesday™ is just around the next financial slide down our Glorious March To Progress. Soon there will be no more Evil KKKapitOlist wealth to redistribute, as our Glorious
Occupussies Occupiers, trained by our most excellent
indoctrination education system to hate all Evil producers and feed off the Public Trough, make it impossible to conduct Evil KKKapitOlist business wherever they reside.
0bamaville Cities are sprouting like fetid weeds leafy Go Green™ Earth Friendly marijuana plants everywhere in the USSA
Glorious housing units soon to be available nationwide in the USSA – providing a higher standard of living for our beloved proles
The Glorious Occupiers, whose numbers are swelling under the encouragement and leadership of The 0ne and The Party, are Young and Old Pioneers who are demonstrating in shining decrepitude for all of the USSA to see and learn how we have determined that the proles are to live - in Glorious squalor, with Evil KKKapitOlists raining riches down upon them to feed, clothe, nurture, and protect them, our prole children, as can only be effected in The Glorious World Of Next Tuesday™.
This, in combination with our Glorious Revenue Gathering, Redistribution, and Regulatory Progressive Policies Implementation, which discourage and drive out all Evil KKKapitOlist activity, capacity, and desire to produce their Evil goods and services as their costs necessarily skyrocket, will guarantee that very soon the Evil US of KKK will collapse entirely, and our Glorious USSA, also known as Ameritopia, will rise as a New Socialist Phoenix from its ashes to take its rightful place in the world, being no better, no wealthier, and on a Level Playing Field™ with our Socialist Brothers in the rest of the world. We will join the Glory of such paradises as Cuba, North Korea, and Venezuela as equals at last.
The Occupiers know what’s best for them, for we have trained them well – they know they need us to provide and allow all the good things of life that they can only receive in our World:
A beet in every hand
A shovel in every other hand
A tent for every 5.3 people
All the bright, shiny, noisy stuff, and i-Anythings they can
steal righteously appropriate and redistribute from the Evil KKKapitOlists; and all the drugs, alcohol, and smelly, rotting rags and boxes they can redistribute among themselves
Freedom to pillage and burn all other Evil KKKapitOlist stuff
Freedom to block and harass Evil business, police, fire, and emergency crews
Freedom to nurture Gaia and local police with their own effluence
Free sex for all
It's the New Normal™. As go the Occupiers, so goes the nation.
Victory is ours! Hail 0bama, APBUH! Hail the decline of the Evil US of KKK! Hail The Revolution!

Shovel 4 U
ThePeoplesComrade
R.O.C.K. in the USSA
It will be sad when all the brightly colored tents wear out and can no longer be replaced, since the Amerikkkan companies that produced had them made in China will be gone. And yet, the gloriously hand-made tents which will no doubt replace them will beautiful in their own right!
Dunno what they'll do without iStuff, but...
It's a glorious time to be alive in the USSA!!!
Commissar Redumdimski

Shovel 4 U
Commissar Redumdimski
Shovel 4 U, I believe the Prog evolutionary development is a bit less macroscopic; more like the spider-barbs on his hands that Peter Parker could deploy to grab stuff and climb walls. It is no wonder we Progs can latch on to money and Evil KKKapitOlist wealth of all kinds so effectively.
But I like your imagery better. Plus, it is more in keeping with the Korrekt theories of our guv'Mint grant-grabbing Noble Nobel Prize-winning Prog pseudo-scientists.
ThePeoplesComrade
Father Prog Theocritus
TPC, Occutopia is as you note for forward-thinking people with progressive ideas. And an allergy to work and hygiene. However please do know that we already have places for those who are unfit for Occutopia: Siberia.
What? You didn't think I'd let them in the Rancho, did you? I mean, I'm a Made Prog and I freaking bleed with compassion for others, but those people stink worse than the Cairenes rioting now. And with a good deal less reason.
ThePeoplesComrade
Commissar Redumdimski
Father Prog Theocritus
We could of course call all people over the age of Medicare Socialist Tigers--after all, all we hear is ARPA's commercials on demanding that the greedy geezers eat their young.
Commissar Redumdimski
Wise Father P., it is indeed a mark of the brilliance of The 0ne’s socialized medical care that Grandma will be given a pain pill and not a pacemaker, lest she endure for a sufficient time with sufficient strength to devour, like the Siberian tiger, the State’s resources and waste the productivity of her grandson who has many decades of vitality to dedicate in service to the god-State, as is his duty.
We Are For The People™ and so will provide the pain medication for Grandma, as long as it does not tax the State unnecessarily to do so. Dear 0’Leader’s death panels elder-care plan will be used Korrektly to weed out the dangerous older generation whom we deem no longer have an adequate reserve of time, strength, or acumen to serve the Kollektiv effectively. We will compassionately provide them with counsel to help them understand that their demise is to be hastened as we determine to be best for The Greater Good™, and For The Children™.
Father Prog Theocritus

Redumdimski, I see that you have had this morning's dose of The Current Truth™. I had to have it twice; I sneezed and the first batch leaked out. I'm thinking that was the mess in my pants which made me have to change my drawers.
The purpose of a prole is to SERVE. Any prole who is not making money for us or serving us in some way, any prole who is not subservient to our caprice, must be neutralized.
In 50 years, the country will be run by graduates of the Ivy League who Know The Best Things, and everyone else will either be breeding stock, a drone, or on the recycling list.
No woman with narrow hips can survive; she needs to be a brood mare. No small man who cannot shift heavy packages or pull a plow can survive. And the first thing we'll do, following in Uncle Joe's steps, is to kill the competent, because they might revolt against us.
H. L. Mencken laughed at the idea that no man is a hero to his valet: "His valet is a fourth-rate man." So we shall insure that there are no first-rate people, except the Made Progs, to revolt. After all, this will not interfere with their porkability--one of the prog's most cherished rights and I use the word "right" in its modern sense.
But selective breeding for The Common Good™ and Jiffy-Lobo™ will insure that we have the Thousand Year Reich right here in the good old USSA.

Commissar Redumdimski
Father Prog Theocritus
There is much to what you say. We need to have Pre-Pre-K. A child is taken at birth from the mother, and raised in a creche. Every day there will be catechism of the Current Truth. No history of the country, no history of the bravery, of the uniqueness brought to the world, of the generosity, of the freedom. But infinite history of the bad things, and if we didn't do them, then make them up! Why not? If it's good enough for Dan Rather, it's good enough for me.
Then the People's Creche babies will be fit to Occupy.
Commissar Redumdimski

Father Theo, while the People's Creche in its current State doesn't officially begin until around five years old with Kindergarten (a Gaia-neutral garten, as we insist), we have something almost as good. So many of our enlightened proles steep their children in our ideology, even though it is often unconscious, every time they turn on the telly. And of course, the enlightened prole parents mull over and meditate on what they have been indoctrinated educated in with each other and their children. So even though the parental units may not be on the State's payroll (although I would argue that welfare is often just that), the children still have the benefit of the State's Current Truth™ from their youngest days.
Surely that is precisely why our Glorious Occupy Armies are so plentiful and successful today - they have been raised from birth to be Korrekt servants of the State. Oh flower of brain-dead uninquisitive youth! Doing our bidding without question, without knowledge of purpose or thought for consequences of actions, because they know that by Occupying, they are, Kollektively, The Sh!ts.

Shovel 4 U
Father Prog Theocritus
I have wondered about the health effects of the Occupy armies. Aren't they used to spending their time in a communist professor's class? Or in their mother's basement blogging for the DKos?
Do you think that they have the immunities required for a modern prog? After all, why an STD clinic? For the rape?
Mao's doctor wrote a book stating that Mao thought that if he bedded a thousand virgins, he'd be immortal. Alas and alack, he is not although there is evidence that Barry O's TelePrompTers are channeling Mao.
Also Mao wouldn't wash his privates, thinking it cut down on his potency.
Progs don't wash! is a valid battle cry, not only for Mao but also for Occupy. And boy do they believe it.
Gulag 4 Alfred
Father Prog Theocritus
Commissar Redumdimski
Father Prog Theocritus
And better company.
Commissar Redumdimski
Yes Theo, you have the "honor" of being acquainted with our useful idiot Mickey... Wasn't he at the Rancho when Bonnie Fwank was there? Seems they were talking a movie deal... Or some unsavory thing...
Father Prog Theocritus
Actually Bonnie Fwank was suckling at Michael Moore's boobs. They both seemed to get off on it. But once Bonnie stuck his head under one of Michael's boobs--thinking it was something else? And it took Bruno and me two hours to pull it out.
Father Prog Theocritus
And when it came out, it was covered...
You thought that toe-jam was bad. Try Michael Moore Boob Jam.
Commissar Redumdimski
Theo, I'm just thankful I wasn't at that end of the Rancho to see it.
But I heard it. That was bad enough. I thought the MTE had gotten into it with a raging bull dyke.
But the visual doesn't bear contemplation. A triple-Porta-J-Lo™ and thorough scrubbing with XXX-Brain Bleach wouldn't have been enough to erase that image. I'd be speaking like an Occupussy for the remainder of my benighted life.
Only a Made Prog of your caliber could witness it and live.
Father Prog Theocritus

Oh, Redumdimski, it was awful, I tell you. But I could bear it in light of past experiences.
(Did you know that a truly good progressive submissive can be beaten over and over every day for years and still come back? He takes a licking and keeps on ticking. Either a licking as in abuse or in being licked, as we Progs do to the poor little blacks, whom we enslave by the soft racism of low expectations.)
But I have seen strange things. There was the time that our Many Titted Empress was here with Janet Reno, Janet Incompetano, Barbara Mikulski, and Molly Yard, and they decided, after a few Bloody Marys (Putinka Vodka, the blood of rich, white, Republican virgin girls and a dash of Angostura bitters) to unpack the Supercharged, Hildo Hydra. You know, the thing with the many heads. And the Hildo?
Ah, what I saw that night. It was like one of those programs on the founding of the universe, but this was eschatological rather than autochthonous. Here, some of the finest titans of the prog universe, all hooked up to the Hildo Hydra, powered by the three-phase generator in the trailer beside the Rancho.
The pearls of wisdom that I heard that night! "Uhhh! Oh!!!"
But the best was when I heard someone say, "Deeper! Harder! Faster! Now!" and then I realized it was Bouncing Baby Barry Bama talking about his tax plans.
Or was it what he wants to do to AmeriKKKa?
What matter? This is a horrible country which deserves Lord O, the two Janets, Senator Babs, and Molly Yard.

Krasnodar
Theo....
Your previous post above leads me to conclude that " The Rancho " has had more dikes than the Zuider Zee.
Commissar Redumdimski
Father Theo, you can pack more pithy meaty subject matter in a few short paragraphs that lesser scribes would take pages to attempt to convey with much less equality of insight. Mmm-mmm Good! Even in abbreviated form, you serve a Prog Banquet Deluxe!
Krasno, the Good Father provides a safe haven for all our flowers who define the epitome of the New Socialist Womyn and he is Gaia-aware: there is no dam for his dykes.
Father Prog Theocritus
Redumdimski, there is no dam in the Prog World for anyone. We are all the same--regardless of anything else. We exist because we are Progs. The fact that we are Progs means that we exist and indeed that the world exists, because if not for us, what?
There are people in this world who say that we really are not that much. And I hate them. I HATE THEM. It is axiomatic that our moral narcissism be paramount in the judging of everything.
Sensio ergo sum. I feel therefore I am. And I feel GOOD feelings. I have Good Intentions™ even as I accuse people who don't agree with me of having bad ones.
See how that goes? My internal weather of Good Intentions™ trumps reality.
And that's the Prog Way.
Father Prog Theocritus
Krasnodar, the Rancho does not have dikes, I'll have you know. Bruno is a better housekeeper than that. I mean, with all fridges with pony kegs on the inside [I am NOT kidding] and where would I put the arc welder?
Father Prog Theocritus
[ off ]I'm not kidding. I have known pods of dykes in Texas and every single one of them had access to an arc welder. I knew one red-headed one who worked the graveyard shift in a chemical plant and who took courses at the community college in car mechanics. And believe it or not, she was not the one with the steel-toed drillers' boots. That was Nancy W.
Commissar Redumdimski
Krasnodar
Commissar Redumdimski ....
Bach never wrote a symphony. Not once....never.....it hadn't even been invented yet.
So.... who are you, really ? ( as the KGB guard steps closer towards you, raising the barrel of his AK slightly )
Are you from a parallel world in the multiverse, where Bach composed symphonies ?
Or simply a subversive Tea Party operative who was sent here to disrupt the Cube collective with gross disinformation of a musical nature ?
Now think carefully, tovarich.
If you answer " Yes, I am a fifth columnist ", then I hope you enjoy your stay at one of our many gulag "rehabilitation work camps" this winter. But if you tell us " No, I am loyal party member ", then you might be very well be guilty of trying to cover up your crimes.
So you'll still wind up in the same gul ....... ah ........work camp.
Take your pick.
Now please allow our guard here and of course myself to escort you to Platform Five down at the train station.
Father Prog Theocritus
Redumdimski, I am SHOCKED at the charges leveled at you by Krasnodar. I mean, just shocked. And I want to make it up to you.
Let me invite you to the Rancho de Rio Grande. It's lovely this time of year.
By the way, everyone wants to come and so don't tell anyone where you're going, and make sure that you use cash to pay for the last two tanks of gas. Don't want an electronic trail.
Oh, and bring your checkbook and all your credit cards.
Father Prog Theocritus
Krasnodar, I know that Bach didn't write symphonies but then he did write concerti and sonatas and passacaglias and lots of preludes and fugues.
And who better to listen to than a German?
In America during WWI symphonies refused to play German music. Of course that meant a lot more French music was played, but after about five minutes the conductor always throws his baton on the ground and surrenders.
But listen to a Wise Old Prog. Hold your friends close but your enemies closer. And I'm arranging for Redumdimski to visit the Rancho. I have arranged for a simultaneous visit from Comrade Nanski, who has just taken yodeling lessons, and she will perform for him.
If that doesn't do it, nothing will.
Commissar Redumdimski

Commissar Redumdimski
Father Prog Theocritus
Redumdimski and Krasnodar, in your honor I have built a new wing to the Rancho. Do not be worried that it has bars on the windows; this is to keep out predators from the outside.
Yes, that's it. It's to keep out intruders. Unfortunately I haven't figured out how to open the bars from the inside. But since you will be in the tender hospitality of genial Father Prog and Bruno, that will be no problem.
Did I mention that we have the strongest safe this side of Fort Knox? I'm quite sure that pieces of paper with your Vanguard account numbers and passwords would be much safer at the Rancho than wherever it is that you live.
Trust me on this. Remember the Prog President who said Trust Me? Jimmy Carter. He who inspired the Nano Jimmy Carter Rabbits which run around a house hissing, "Nuclar! Nuclar!"
So what is better than for me to follow the president who is only slightly less reviled by the evil RethugliKKKans than dear O'Leader.
Commissar Redumdimski
Father Prog Theocritus
I'm quite sure you'll like the new wing. I have had special air conditioning installed, and just for you.
BTW, do you know if anthrax spores can make it through a HEPA filter?
Commissar Redumdimski

Ah Theo, so glad you could make it to Krasno’s People’s Party! I see you have some of his Special Reserve Stoli. Na zdarovye! (Smiles ironically. Clinks glasses, both drink.) Did you know that I prepared that specially for you, right here in Krasno's kitchen? Da, that’s what makes it Special, and it is Reserved for you. (Theo’s brow furrows in concern.) Have another sip! Nyet? No matter. I see you are enjoying the effects that make it "special". (Theo is beginning to sweat; he starts to shake involuntarily.) Here. Let me take your glass before you drop it – (Takes glass, dumping remnants down sink.) Oh, how clumsy of me – I dumped your drink. Well, I see you’re not thirsty now anyway. (Said while rinsing glass and placing in convenient carry pouch on person.) Theo, your knees are buckling… Here – let’s make our exit; I’ll get you back to the Rancho. (Lifts Theo in a fireman’s carry and goes out of kitchen into main Party.)
Hey Krasno – I know the Party is trashing your pad, but have you ever seen Red Rooster dance so well? Oops – there goes your hutch – good thing RR has those bird-like reflexes or he might’ve been hurt by the splintering wood when it crashed. What? I can’t hear you over the BMG – you say they’ve destroyed your TV, your computer and server, your HVAC system, and now they’re drumming on your refrigerator? Da – they’re tearing the doors off to use as drumsticks on the walls – but it sounds so good! Look at the happy Partiers! Best Party of the century so far, tovarich. Anyway, you see Theo here – he imbibed a bit too much of the "good stuff", then he swooned and wilted to the floor. Don’t worry; I’ll get him back to the Rancho. He told me earlier that he has a special ventilation system in his new wing and I figure I can use it to revive him. A – few – 0bamaCorps troops are outside to escort you to the Rancho. Bring your best suit; you know we’ve got a symphony in Theo’s honor tomorrow night. Keep Bruno entertained – just remember, the Corpsmen will come in to Party with you if you don’t go out to meet them. Thanks for the Stoli! (Walks out door still carrying Theo as Red Rooster’s dancing disintegrates a bookcase.)

Pamalinsky
Father Prog Theo:Regarding Comrade Michael Moore, and I know this for a fact, he is NOT affiliated with Save the Whales!
Commissar Redumdimski

Theo… Theo… Hey, Theo. Wake up! (Lightly slapping Theo on the cheek.) There you are! Good morning, Sunshine! You were beginning to worry us. (Theo sees Red and Krasno standing over him.) Still a little woozy? Just lay back. You shouldn’t try to get up just yet. You’re at the Rancho, in your new wing. Krasno and I will take good care of you.
Ivan! (An 0bamaCorpsman enters.) Bring some water and черный хлеб for our dear Theo. (Ivan salutes and exits.)
What’s that, Krasno? Yes, of course Bruno’s blubbering like a baby. He does that all the time. Don’t fret; he’s being – taken care of. Yes, good care. Now, let’s proceed to the HVAC room controls. There’s a cylinder attached to the outlet duct to this room that deserves our attention. Let’s have a little fun with it. Say again? Biohazard label? Oh, probably just an example of good Theo’s artistic license.
Ah, very good, Ivan. Just set them on the table there. (Red, Krasno, and Ivan walk to the door.) Ivan, Mikhail, ensure this door is sealed and secure. And don’t worry if Theo starts pleading with you to let him out. You see, sometimes he gets excitable. Krasno and I will fetch him when the time comes.
Pamalinsky, what a pleasure to see you! Did you bring your evening gown for the symphony tonight in honor of the good Father? (Door closes; Theo is left alone in room.)

Commissar Redumdimski

Krasnodar
He's not kidding about Nancy, Theo....... I heard her practicing her concert yodeling this morning out back by the Rancho's dumpster. Soon afterwards, she yodeled again, but this time she did it inside the dumpster.
Personally, I think Nancy's just a little off her game.... just after sunset last night , she was looking up in the sky at a 757 flying overhead towards California..... then she started screaming and crying,yelling " That should be me up there !" .... over and over again.
Commissar Redumdimski

Progs and Progettes, most equally esteemed Party guests, it is with great pride and humility that I am honored to present to you our intimate Solstice Symphony $ellebration in honor of our host, Father Prog Theocritus. We have assembled here tonight some of the most equally highly esteemed Progressive luminaries who Will Not Rest™ until the Progressive World Of Next Tuesday™ is made a reality and the Evil US of KKK is justly redistributed and brought down to parity with the remainder of The World We Made, where all but We will live in cardboard boxes, scratching in the ground for beets, where we control the hearts, minds, and lives of every prole everywhere, where all the Little People™ bow down in adulation and adoration to us, as is our right, and their duty, as the USSA is fully implemented.
MTE, Mr. Ayers, Mr. Soros, Dimocrat and Repubican’t members of Congress, take your places in the front row.
Now Progs and Progettes, join me in a warm People’s Welcome for our host, the man to whom we all owe so much, our own Father Prog Theocritus as he is escorted to the place of “honor” by Dear 0’Leader’s own 0bamaCorps Guards! (All rise; wild cheering and applause as Theo is marched in, seated, and secured in position.)

Father Prog Theocritus

Krasnodar, I would not worry about Nanski. When she wants to cry, she presses a bulb in her pocket and the installed plastic tear glands weep for her. You cannot believe how hard it was to find a formula which would not weaken the sutures and the Botox injections, though.
Also you and Redumdimski are really behind the curve. Yes, I know, I know, there was a party but do you think that I am subject to just any drug? Like the classical king, I used homeopathic doses to insulate me from the effects. Why, I can gargle with a solution of strychnine; as you know, it amplifies the sensations so much that a slamming door can cause a heart attack.
I personally love a good dose of strychnine; it gives me the most marvelous frissons, second only to taking as much OPM as possible and telling people what to do. But you know, if you've gone a full day without some major theft or bullying, what will you do to keep your edge? I recommend strychnine.
You think that because I was seemingly passed out that I was insensate. No. Nor was Bruno's blubbering all natural. I swear, Bruno may not be much but I told him that if he could blubber he might have a chance to go through your jewelry boxes and silverware. And you know what? He did.
Have you done an inventory.
I myself am more intellectual. I had taken the precaution of installing key-logging software on your computer.
Have you checked your accounts?
A most excellent evening.

Father Prog Theocritus
Redumdimski, I am having to wipe the rheum from my eyes. To have this old Prog honored so!
And I really don't know what I did out of the extraordinary. I lied, I made things up, I bore false witness, I stole, I connived, I lied--did I say that? I looked down my nose at people and refused to believe that I could be smaller than the USSA. I was entitled by my very birth.
And what prog doesn't do that?
I am so humbled. I do thank you.
Pamalinsky
Redumdimski and Krasnodar!
What a glorious evening! I am so honored to have been invited. But, please forgive me for being late! I had a little mishap with Bruno in the ladies room. That is, er, I was changing into my evening gown and the price tag kinda got stuck in the zipper when Bruno was "helping" me zip it up! I begged him to tuck it in the bodice somehow so I could return it tomorrow! Undamaged! Something I always do. After all, who's gonna know. I told him I'd kill him if he ripped it. The tag that is. I mean it's a $125,000 gown from Nieman's fercripessakes!
As it happened, I just wore the darn thing with the tag stuck right in the zipper for all to see! (I'll get outta this thing somehow). I did get numerous compliments on the dress though, but for some reason those were always like, "Gorgeous gown, absolutely stunning! So nice to meet you, Minnie!" Huh? Hmmm. My pearls are missing too…….. Bruno!!!
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Krasnodar
CRed, Me....run from those " musical performances " by Nancy and Bawny at the Rancho ?
You Betcha' !!!
I thought it best to go outside and get some fresh air...... I didn't want to throw up on Theo's already - stained carpet .
Pamalinsky
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Pamalinsky
I know Redumdimski, I know. i am so ashamed for being so stupid. Thank you!
Commissar Redumdimski
Father Prog Theocritus

Redumdimski, I thank you for your kind words. Yes, they were tears of joy. Tears from knowing that the theory and practice, and indeed art, of self-serving, arrogant, solipsistic, morally narcissistic viciousness are in good hands.
All you comrades. Have you ever wondered why I keep that Queen of Shallowness, Bruno, around? Well, it's impossible to get rid of him. I shipped him off to Meow once, and he returned. Same with Pupovich. Red threatened me, and I didn't even think of trying it with Pinkie. And Those are only my dearest, friends, yes, friends, that's right, here in the Kollective.
It's because of something that I read before I climbed Mount Olympus to the empyrean heights of aforesaid self-righteous proggery and I blush to say that it came from The Fountainhead. Gail Wynand showed his staff a man and told him that they were to write for him in The Banner.
"We can't remember what he looks like!"
"That's right."
So it is with Bruno. He's vain, stupid, self-absorbed, childish, petulant, vengeful, entitled, dishonest, self-centered, oh hell, just plain full-blown solipsistic, and so I have, on hand at all times, the perfect paradigm for the sort of person who will be the new Soldier for the Progressive World of Next Tuesday™.
Stalin--at first I wrote Satan and I'm off to Jiffy-Lobo™ in a trice--forfend that I should have to think instead of plot, and so in Bruno I have proggery distilled.
Bruno. Bruno! BRUNO! Stop with all the noise! I know that you're the greatest stage star since Patty Lupone, Liza, Barbra, and Ethel Merman, even if you can't sing and no one wants to watch you I completely grant you the right to be who you want to be without the worry of having to earn it or having talent.
We are progs, after all.

Krasnodar
Commissar Redumdimski
Good observation, Krasno. We know Paris was never blessed with a thought of her own in that airy little head of hers. If you check, you'll find Paris was an "understudy" of Bruno - by her behest when she found him some years ago in one of her Daddy's hotel lobbies. That's why her "personality", such as it is, mirrors Bruno's so closely. Paris saw a kindred spirit and is essentially a female Made Clone of Bruno.
Bruno and Paris are true BFFs.
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Krasnodar
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Krasnodar
Pamalinsky
All I can think of when I gaze at that beautiful sunset is:
g'nite Rumdi,
g'nite Theo,
g'nite Krasno,
g'nite Gulag,
g'nite Shovel,
g'nite TPC,
oh yes, and………….
g'nite Bruno.
Thanks for a lovely weekend!
(may we enjoy many many more)
Commissar Redumdimski

Commissar Redumdimski
Father Prog Theocritus
I had truly hoped that no one would spot that Bruno is the model for Paris Hilton. Now if no one can find out that Bruno is the model for J-Lo, except he doesn't have that ginormous ass. He does have that ginormous ego and lack of talent.
I am glad that the Kollective has toppled to the idea of dismantling the USSA's space program. After all, putting a man on the moon was an achievement which not everyone can do, and more to the point, it's not something that a prog can do.
So we must hate it.
Proggery hates quantifiable achievement. But loves attitudinal achievement.
A prog does not look up, only down.
Commissar Redumdimski
Krasnodar
[quote="Father Prog Theocritus"] He does have that ginormous ego and lack of talent.
Father Prog T : About Bruno.... instead of hurling him skyward as a disgusting sort of payload, have you considered putting him on a Greyhound bus and shipping him to Hollywood ?
Your inciteful words , which I quoted above, seem to make him ideal for blending in with those in the film and/ or music industry.
I can just see him now...... wearing Pamalinski's pearls..........
learring out and drooling on himself, from behind the "Y" of the " HOLLYWOOD" sign.
Just imagine........He just may get his own reality show ! A thousand miles away ! " Bruno " I can see it now...........
Father Prog Theocritus
Ah yes. Bruno in his own reality show. "Every Day Is a New World," starring Bruno Dipshyte. Or perhaps we could use his Indian name: Bruno Screaming Queen. Well, it was Screaming Eagle until he opened his mouth.
Perhaps though he could move to the Montrose part of Houston and do a reality show there. All the shopping for cosmetics, pumps, frocks, feather boas and so forth.
Of course the only way that I'd want him to do the show would be if I could profit off it; if I can't, then the Greyhound Bus needs to go into the Gulf of Mexico, with ten thousands pounds of concrete "ballast," just to make sure that he doesn't get sea sick.
Father Prog Theocritus
Commissar Redumdimski
Commissar Redumdimski
Pamalinsky
You know Theo, when I gaze upon that stunning picture of Obama, my eyes start twitching and I see spots in my vision where nothing exists! Little white blurry blank spots! It only lasts for about 15 minutes but, nonetheless, that is what I "see".
Maybe a Jifi-Lobo™ "tune-up" (as Obama puts it) is what I need.
I never saw this until he was elected.
Hell, maybe I'm just getting old. (An even bigger bummer, and not for the faint of heart)
Father Prog Theocritus
Tovarichi
What happened to "vote early and vote often" ??? It got us Dear Leader (PBUH)
Father Prog Theocritus
Let's never forget the joys of Landslide Lyndon--LBJ. The returns for Duval County didn't come in until people knew how many votes he'd need, and then they came in in alphabetical order.