I Want My MTV
Imagine ‘Puter’s horror when he awoke this morning in frost-bitten Upstate, only to discover that during the night Kennedy had withdrawn her name from consideration for Secretary of State Clinton’s vacant Senate seat!
‘Puter knows the press has been hard on Kennedy, but her media experience is second to none! No other United States Senator has ever been an MTV VJ, much less a female VJ! The media distrust must be because of the pink Republican elephant Kennedy allegedly has tattooed on her upper left thigh.
Gov. Paterson, end the politics of personal destruction. Appoint Kennedy anyway. ‘Puter doesn’t want to live in a state where the woman once selected as the Most Hated MTV VJ by Rolling Stone “readers” can’t be summarily installed in one of its most important statewide elected offices, against the will of a majority of the voting population!
Unless it means Gov. Paterson is now considering Martha Quinn for the vacancy. She’s a hottie. For proof, see Mojo Nixon‘s tribute to Ms. Quinn’s comeliness, Stuffin’ Martha’s Muffin’.
What? Gov. Paterson was to appoint Caroline Kennedy, not Kennedy Kennedy?
Nevermind.
Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.
’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.
The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.
His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.
He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.
Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.
‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.