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Self-loathing nutjob James Lee stormed into the Discovery Channel offices Wednesday looking for justice. Instead, the environmental radical bumbled his way into a delicious pile of irony.
Lee’s apparent purpose was to serve as a sort of homicidal spokesperson for nature. The police obliged by shooting him down like a dog.
Bonus: There’s one less nasty human messing up the planet. Way to take one for the team, Jim!
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When longtime emphysema-sufferer Ron Sveden complained of chest pains, doctors immediately feared the worst. X-ray data seemed to support these concerns, revealing a small dark spot on one of Sveden’s lungs. The doctors gave the 75 year-old the bad news: It was most likely cancer.
Sveden’s doctors had reached the limits of their diagnostic powers; without a biopsy, a firm answer was impossible. The medical team began by cutting into Sveden’s sternum and cracking his ribs so that they could access the corrupted snotbags which had been lungs when Sveden was a boy.
The surgeon soon located an object corresponding to the black spot on the X-ray. It definitely wasn’t cancer. But what was it?
The doctors had a pretty good chuckle when they removed the strange, fluid-clotted object and cleared away the viscous afterbirth to reveal the culprit: a half-inch pea sprout.
It turns out that Ron inhaled a pea while eating without being aware of it, a rare oversight from a man who obviously had heretofore taken such meticulous care of his health. Its entry undetected, the sinister legume managed somehow to find a purchase among the dark and rotten scraps of Ron’s remaining lung tissue, where it began to grow.
There’s no way to know how large the parasitic pea would have grown if unchecked. Nor is it known whether the plant would have eventually taken control of Sveden, creating a zombie-like pod person to carry out its malign vegetative bidding. Fortunately, no one has even suggested that possibility.
Ron Sveden is said to be wheezing with joy at learning he doesn’t have cancer. Doctors expect him to make a full recovery within a few months, barring the not-unlikely event that the old man expires from another of his myriad ailments.
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“I have this weird thing that if I sleep with someone, they’re going to take my creativity from me through my vagina.”
This just in: Polk High School JV Water Polo team writes, composes and performs Grammy-nominated rock opera.
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Presenting the third installment in our wildly popular series: Not What You Were Looking For? In which we list some of the search engine terms (indicated in bold) by which you found us, and for which you should rightly be ashamed.
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Promethean Times thanks you, the lonely Internet phallophiliac, for making us America’s fastest-growing CockBlog!
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Although much has been made of the danger posed by birds, sharks and aquatic mammals, humans have long been tolerant, and even affectionate toward bovines. Regarded as likable, if stupid creatures throughout the world, and revered in places like India, the bovine family is accorded a respect second only to that given to canines.
A recent incident in British Columbia may put bovines’ most-favored-species status in jeopardy. Last week an eighteen-year-old bull rider, Makwala Derrickson Hall, was struck in the side by a bull during an event. Derrickson Hall died before medical help reached him.
There are many theories that seek to explain why the bull went rogue. An early theory, quickly discarded, imagined the incident as an unfortunate accident, adding that when dealing with wild animals, occasionally something terrible will happen.
Most experts consider this explanation childishly simple at best, and at its worst, dangerously naive. Professor Emil Haagerdäddi, chairman of South-Central Montana Community College’s Department of Rodeo Studies, believes that the bull didn’t recognize the rider as a professional. Says Haagerdäddi:
“Derrickson Hall had two disadvantages going into this contest, neither of which was his fault. The first, obviously, was his Canadian citizenship. I don’t know how many times I’ll have to say this: Canadians have no place in rodeo.”
When asked how Canadians will react to his statement, the professor sighs, “Oh, there’ll be a burning maple leaf on my lawn tonight. It won’t be the first time.”
“Derrickson Hall’s second and more pronounced disadvantage,” the professor continues, “Is his unusual last name. He’s got one too many. In rodeo having two first names is so common place as to be de rigueur. I can’t tell you how many Jesse Lees and Billy Joes have strapped on the spurs, but not too many Derrickson Halls. And Makwala? Well, you just can’t expect the bull to respect that, now can you?”
There are a great many others, however, who feel that this is more than one rogue bull trying to make his bones. One organization which believes this way is NO BULL, a pro-humanist charity. NO BULL’s spokesperson pointed to the alarming rise in goring, both among matadors in the bullring as well as idiots who participate in Spain’s famed running of the bulls. “We feel that these recent events are not accidental, and that they are being directed by an unseen hoof.”
It’s too early to tell if bovine-on-human violence is a growing trend or merely a series of unfortunate coincidences. Until we know for sure, it’s all eyes on the cows.
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We would like to believe that of the nearly 800,000 hits* Promethean Times receives daily, each is a reader who set out specifically to find us. Of course, this is sometimes not the case.
Here are some of the keywords (noted by boldface) used by folks whom we suspect–and in one or two cases, hope–found us by accident.
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*Note: This figure may not correspond with reality.
Jay Bush, the balding, squishy spokesperson for Bush’s Original Baked Beans seems like a nice enough guy. With his rounded, non-threatening contours and schlumpy, vulnerable charm, Bush is an able enough pitchman for his family’s product.
Then there’s Duke, Bush’s golden retriever and sole confidant. Two details about Duke serve as a radical distinction from other dogs.
1) Duke speaks. This in itself is unusual, as human-like speech has previously only been evinced in some more advanced members of the Great Dane family. In most cases, those animals formed words with great difficulty, and no one was likely to confuse them with a human speaker. Duke speaks more eloquently than does his ostensible “master.”
2) Whereas dogs, and golden retrievers in particular, are prized for their loyalty, Duke is a treacherous cur. For reasons known only to the conniving canine, Duke is continually seeking to sell the Bush Family’s secret recipe to competitors. That the animal is compelled to do this despite the near impossibility that Duke would be able to utilize any money he received from betraying the Bush Family, points to an advanced–and dangerous–psychosis.
The fact that Duke, after several times nearly succeeding in selling the time-honored recipe, is still positioned so securely within the company should be troubling to stockholders.
If the public face of Bush’s baked beans can’t command even the loyalty of his own dog, while at the same time choosing to remain ignorant to the mounting evidence of Duke’s perfidy, how much faith can the public have in Bush Brothers and Company?
Accountability, and lack thereof, is a slippery slope. One day America loves you for your savory products, the next some little girl finds half a pinky finger in her chile con carne.
If Bush Brothers & Co. wishes to regain the trust of the baked beans buying public, they must take drastic and immediate action to reassure nervous shareholders that theirs is a company on the grow, free from internal distractions.
They can start by killing that fucking dog.