Ramble On

Sep. 20, 2012
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I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh man manischewitz what a world, ain’a? Hey, I’ll bet you a buck two-eighty that with election time about six weeks hence, these Republicans are scared Mitt-less that with each passing day it becomes ever more clear their torchbearer is a total full-of-Mitt assclown with as much chance of becoming a successful president as I do of taking over for Aaron Rodgers after he retires, what the fock.

So you betcha I’ll be making a run for the top job come 2016. First step is to secure some kind of voting base. I’m thinking of going after that bloc of voters that don’t have any kind of family to speak of. I’ll call for a re-examination of the highfalutin emphasis placed these days on kids and the family, and families and kids. Cripes, it’s kids this, kids that, family this, family that, ’til I could just about puke myself blue. Not everybody’s got a family, like that’s supposed to be some kind of carnally cardinal sin for crying out loud. I don’t hear the sound of tiny red-bootied little Pope’s feet pitter-pattering ’round the sanctum sanctorum either, and nobody looks at him like he’s some kind of pervert, so bite me.

Seems these days you can’t find a single thing to do that doesn’t scream “FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY.” Every time I read or hear a commercial about some deal promising “fun for the whole family,” I say “Go to hell,” except I doubt even hell’s going to be able to withstand this family fanaticism much longer. I’ll bet already Satan’s working on a new sign: Go to Hell—Fun for the Whole Family!

Focking-A, I tell you, when I was a lad lo, those many years ago, “fun for the whole family” was kid code for “suck, and suck big,” and I believe it’s important for me to get my message out to an uncourted constituency, the message being that if we allow these neo-family fetishists to acquire the necessary judicial juju to turn our kids into quivering, boring dorky dipsticks like neo-Mom and neo-Pop, I say we may as well blow up the ozone right here and now and get this whole charade over with once and for all, what the fock.

OK, I got to calm down. Speaking of families, how ’bout this one:

A married couple went to the hospital to have their baby delivered. The doctor said he’d invented a new machine that would transfer a portion of the mother's labor pain to the father. He asked if they were willing to try it out, and they agreed they would. The doctor set the pain transfer to 10%, explaining that even 10% was probably more pain than the father had ever experienced. But as the labor progressed, the husband felt fine and asked the doctor to bump it up a notch. The doctor dialed up the machine to 20%, and the husband still felt fine; so the doctor checked the husband’s blood pressure and was amazed at how well he was doing. They decided to try for 50%, and the husband continued to feel quite well. Since the pain transfer was obviously helping the wife considerably, the husband encouraged the doctor to transfer ALL the pain to him.

The wife delivered a healthy baby with virtually no pain. She and her husband were ecstatic. And when they got home, the mailman was dead on the porch.

Or this one:

A newlywed couple had only been married for two weeks. The husband, although very much in love, couldn't wait to go out on the town and party with his old buddies. So he says to his new wife, "Honey, I'll be right back..."

"Where are you going, coochy-cooh?" the wife asks. "I'm going to the bar, pretty face. I'm going to have a beer." The wife says, "You want a beer, my love?" She opens the refrigerator and shows him 25 different kinds of beer, brands from 12 different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India. The husband doesn't know what to do, and the only thing he could think of saying was, "Yes, lollipop... but at the bar... you know... they have frozen glasses..."

The wife interrupts him and says, "You want a frozen glass, puppy face?" She takes a huge beer mug out of the freezer, so frozen that she was getting chills just holding it. The husband, a bit nervous, says, "Yes, tootsie-roll, but at the bar they have those great hors d'oeuvres... I won't be long. I promise. OK?"

The wife says, "You want hors d'oeuvres, poochy-pooh?" She opens the oven and takes out 15 dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in blankets, mushroom caps, pork strips… "But my sweet honey... at the bar... you know... there's swearing, dirty words and all that guy stuff..."


...and, they lived happily ever after.

And speaking of old buddies, the last two stories I first heard from my longtime always pal, Jay. We met 45 years ago at age 16 working a summer job for Milwaukee County. Made $1.10 every hour—Viva Las focking Vegas. He left us last week surrounded by a whole lotta love. I’ll always remember our legendary July 1969 journey to Chicago’s Kinetic Playground, where we saw Led Zeppelin, Jethro Tull and Savoy Brown for $5 FOCKING BUCKS. And I’ll always remember my pal’s supreme wit, gentleness and healthy respect for a goddamn good time. Ramble on, my friend, as will I ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.


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