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Commercials We Do Not Like: A1 Steak Sauce

29 Wednesday Sep 2010

Posted by Smaktakula in Culture

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19th Century, A1 Steak Sauce, bold flavors, Canonical A1, chopped ham, Cinemax, Commercials, commercials we do not like, condiments, creepy uncles, Dick Cavett, eternal victims, European Royalty, hamburgers, Meatloaf, pervert, Showtime, sludge, sociopaths, steak, steaks, untalented stars, Where Are They Now?

By Smaktakula

Now With More Chutney!

A1 Steak Sauce, which first reached American shores in the late 19th Century, has become a restaurant staple.  The surprisingly addictive brown sludge–which contains among other ingredients: dates, vinegar, mango chutney and apples– can be found next to the napkin dispenser on grimy tables across this great land.

Although there are certainly better steak sauces on the market, the fact that every year steaks are covered in enough A1 to fill Lake Superior is evidence of the regard in which the food-like product is held.  Despite having all the flavor subtlety of a semi careening through the living room wall, A1 doesn’t suck.

In One A1 Campaign The Announcer Boasts "I Have Actually Wept Over A Steak." Really? Because That Makes You Either A Hindu Or A Pussy. We Don't See Any Dot On Your Forehead.

Sadly, the same cannot be said for A1’s commercials.  For over twenty years the company’s executives have been greenlighting commercials which could not possibly appeal to any sort of discerning taste.  Marketing a mid-range product to a host of desperate hut-dwellers is not unlike pushing Showtime on a Cinemax audience–they’re just not ready for it.

This first commercial highlights A1’s apparent target audience: the shapeless ignoramus.  A1 presents as a virtue the protagonist’s unfathomable stupidity in addition to his complete disregard for his own safety, when at the end he asks about the welfare of a steak which will never cross his lips.

In the sauce giant’s most recent campaign,  A1 juxtaposes images of  Meatloaf, the grotesque singing oddity of yesteryear, and meatloaf, the meat-based comestible.  This apparently in the mistaken belief that watching a lumpy has-been grunt over his meat before lip-synching  to a mangled version of one of his few hits will be in any way appetizing to all but the most lonely fetishists.

As we have seen, A1 now focuses a significant portion of its advertising on individuals with aberrant personalities.  But what about the truly damaged?  A1 especially wants them.  Witness this appeal not only to dangerous sociopaths, but the victims upon whom they prey who refuse to see themselves as anything but helpless.  Enjoy!

In this A1 offering from yesteryear, one family’s creepy uncle (and Dick Cavett doppelgänger) ruins yet another get-together when he becomes orgasmic over A1:  My dear nephew, what is hamburger–chopped ham?  NO!  It’s chopped steak.  And what’s better on steak than . . . A1? This occasion marked the last time that Uncle Chester was asked over to the house.  Not because he was giddy for steak sauce, but because of the way his hands always seemed to linger too long on Joey.

A1 boasts that it was originally the condiment of kings, and would have consumers believe that a little bit of that royal awesomeness can still be found within each and every bottle of A1.  However, their advertising speaks to a completely different class of person, one which shares a single characteristic with the 19th Century European Royalty for whom the sauce was concocted, an appreciation for sexual congress between  first cousins.

Although this last commercial cannot truly be counted among the A1 Canon, if it were, it would be under the heading “Commercials We Like.”

I Disagree With What You Say, And I Will Ruin You If You Say It.

28 Tuesday Sep 2010

Posted by Smaktakula in Culture, News, Politics, Religion, Stupidity

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Andres Serrano, appeasement, Barack Obama, bunched panties, burning the Koran, Cagney and Lacey, Catholic Church, censorship, circus, cowardice, dig that awesome dirtbag mustache, dirtbag mustache, double standards, douchebaggery, Florida, Founding Fathers, fucknugget, Gainesville, hypocrisy, idiocy, intellectual cowardice, Islam, Koran, Last Temptation of Christ, lip-service, mainstream media, Martin Scorsese, media bias, Piss Christ, PT Barnum, radical Islam, Rev. Terry Jones, Sharia law, shock artists, Tea Party, those wacky mullahs!, Tyne Daly's eating disorder, Voltaire, white trash

By Smaktakula

It's Hard To Look Dignified With A Ferret Humping Your Upper Lip.

The town of Gainesville, Florida saw in deranged fucknugget Terry Jones a way not only to pusillanimously distance itself from the controversy engendered by the pastor’s threat to burn several copies of the Koran, but also to pad the city coffers with some much-needed cash.  The ‘gator-infested mosquito farm-with-a-zip code presented Jones a bill for the security the city had hired in the event of violence.

By hitting the Reverend with a bill he almost certainly could not pay, Gainesville found a way to tell rest of the world–the Muslim world in particular–that it does not tolerate free speech when that so-called free speech upsets such a large group of sensitive, and more critically, violence prone-individuals.  The good folks of Gainesville joined legions of other self-loathing Americans who not only rightly decried Jones’ plans, but became venomous in their efforts to prove that they stood on the correct side of popular opinion.  Most surprisingly was the nearly universal (at least insofar as the media was concerned) agreement that burning the Koran was a taboo surpassed by few others, the insinuation being that the Reverend knew that he had passed the accepted limits of free speech.

Gainesville: "We Don't Want No Trouble, Y'all."

Although Jones failed to follow through on his threat, the uproar caused by the nonevent did result in the bunching of panties throughout the Arab world.   Several people were killed in rioting even after it was announced that no Korans would be harmed.

There Are Many Similarities Between These Guys And The Tea Party. The Difference? The Media Isn't Too Pussy To Mock The Tea Partiers.

Given that freedom of expression is ostensibly one of America’s most cherished rights–the Founding Fathers having apparently thought so highly of it that they chose it to kick off the Bill of Rights– it might be expected that Americans would grudgingly rally to Jones’ defense.  After all, how often in America does some self-satisfied prick serenely mouth the platitude so often misattributed to Voltaire: I may disagree with what you say but I will defend to the death your right to say it?

Now, Now . . . Let's Hear Them Out.

Add to this America’s proud history standing up against religious calls for censorship.  When Martin Scorsese released his brilliant 1988 film, The Last Temptation of Christ, which the Catholic Church condemned as blasphemous, Americans made the choice for themselves.  The following year “artist” Andres Serrano photographed a crucifix suspended in a jar of his own urine, calling it  Piss Christ and himself an artist.  Christians across the globe were offended at the image of their Lord and Savior swimming in a vat of piss, but American values of free expression permitted cooler heads to prevail.  When Cagney and Lacey was taken off the air in 1983, the people would not have it; the gals were back long enough for a grateful nation to watch Tyne Daly begin to plump up.

Relax, Christians: It's Only Your Lord And Savior Bathed In Urine. You Can Either Respect The First Amendment Or You Can Threaten To Blow Shit Up.

In the face of histrionics from Muslims worldwide and self-righteous head shaking from the rest of the globe, America’s public response was a firm and immediate denunciation of Jones.  Watching pundits and try to one-up one another with contrived indignation became a sport.  By the time President Obama summoned his inner Neville Chamberlain to act as a sort of Appeaser-In-Chief, Jones had no choice but to back down.  That he did is unquestionably a good thing.  That he was bullied so shamefully into it by the media and his government is not.

The Taliban Thought These Historical Religious Carvings Were An Insult To Allah.

The Reverend Jones is unquestionably an attention-hungry con man–more PT Barnum than Jim Jones, whose actions should rightly be castigated.   But  a large segment of those shouting the loudest in this argument miss a larger point.  Although Jones may have talked about burning the Koran and more than likely intended to do it, he didn’t actually do it.  Jones has been punished not for an action which outside of Sharia Law would have been legal anyway, but rather for an unpopular thought.

STOP! Is That A Koran? Sorry, Our Bad--Carry On.

Free speech still exists in America, but only for those with nothing to lose.  The old quote needs to be updated: If I disagree with what you say I will hound you to death should you say it.

Mr. Popcorn

24 Friday Sep 2010

Posted by Smaktakula in Culture, Science, Stupidity

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death by popcorn, diacetyl, diacetyl-induced bronchiolitis obliterans, Dr. Cecile Rose, fat people, huffing, huffing corn, microwave popcorn, Mr. Popcorn, popcorn, popcorn disease, Popcorn Worker's Lung, stupidity, sweet sweet maize, toxins, Why am I so fat?

By Smaktakula

If you’re one of the millions of people around the world who love the smell of buttery popcorn, then you owe a great deal of thanks to an unnamed Colorado man who learned a very hard lesson on your behalf.

Popcorn: It Would Be Called 'The Silent Killer' If Not For That Loud Popping Sound It Makes.

Around 2007, the man went to his doctor complaining of breathing difficulties.  Tests revealed extensive lung damage of a kind typically exhibited by workers in industrial or agricultural facilities.  The man’s ailment was initially a mystery, and a variety of theories were put forth and discarded until finally the culprit was identified.

This man liked microwave popcorn.  He liked it a lot.  The man confessed to the doctors that he’d eaten at least two bags a day for at least a decade.  The Colorado man said of himself, “I am Mr. Popcorn. I love popcorn.” Unsurprisingly, he was overweight.

Lest any popcorn-chawing members of the Cadre Promethean worry, it wasn’t the eating of microwave popcorn that proved to be Mr. Popcorn’s nemesis.  No, he loved the rich buttery smell of the sweet, sweet maize so much that he would put his face into the bag like a horse with its feed and inhale deeply before eating.

Corn Huffing Is Cool At First, But It Quickly Becomes Your Life.

At the time, most brands of microwave popcorn contained diacetyl, a chemical which adds extra yumminess to the buttery flavor.  However, diacetyl is toxic when inhaled, leading to diacetyl-induced bronchiolitis obliterans, known more simply by the much-cooler term “Popcorn Worker’s Lung.”  Mr. Popcorn had managed to contract a disease heretofore only known in the popcorn industry.

It is difficult to imagine what Mr. Popcorn must be going through.  But according to one of the physicians who worked with him, Dr. Cecile Rose, his debilitating condition was the furthest thing from his mind.  As always, he was focused on the hot, buttery goodness of exploded corn kernels.  Said Dr. Rose, “He was really upset that he couldn’t have it anymore.”

"A Day Without Popcorn Is A Day Without Sunshine."

Paris Hilton Ja-Banned

23 Thursday Sep 2010

Posted by Smaktakula in Celebrity, Crime, Culture, Stupidity

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anti-skank bigotry, bigotry, celebriskanks, cocaine, drugs, famous for nothing, Free Tibet!, Gaijin Skank!, Hilton Hotels, Ja-Ban, Japan, Japanese economy, Japanese immigration policy, Land of the Rising Sun, Las Vegas, Nevada, Paris Hilton, persona non grata, skankery, skankism, skanks, skonks, untalented stars, We're aware that the captivity of Tibet has fuck all to do with Japan, well-known whores

By Smaktakula

Japan can now include itself among the growing list of nations officially discriminating against skanks.  The Land of the Rising Sun has gone dark for strumpets: Paris Hilton is persona non grata in Japan.

In Much The Same Way As It Did Throughout Asia 75 Years Ago, This Symbol Strikes Fear In The Hearts Of Skanks Across The Globe.

Representatives of Japan’s immigration service claim that Hilton’s ban is a result of her recent guilty plea to cocaine possession in Las Vegas.  These officials are quick to point out that their decision to impose a Ja-Ban on Hilton was not only appropriate, but required by Japanese law.

However, pro-skank activists (skanktivists) contend that the law is a smokescreen which allows Japan legal sanction to carry out its anti-skank agenda.

“We’re trying to tell the world what’s going on in Japan,” says ‘Cody,’ a skonk who declined to give his real name, “The amount of ignorance on the part of the public is really disturbing.  We’re educating people, but at the same time putting pressure on Japan to not only turn away from its growing culture of skankism, but also calling on the Japanese Government to free Tibet.”

Paris, What The Hell Are You Doing? Oh. Ha Ha, No. When We Said 'Blow' We Meant Cocaine. Heh. But Thanks. No, Really--We're Good.

An immigration official was asked in light of Hilton’s Ja-Ban, whether her family’s hotel chain would also be forced out of the country.  The official replied:

“A question both so ridiculous and inane shames not only the speaker, but also those unfortunate enough to hear it.  Having said that, the Hilton Chain is a small, but important part of the Japanese economy–over three million people spend the night in Hilton Hotels every year.  Even in a good year Ms. Hilton might service only half that many.”

Paris, an innocent pawn in a game much bigger than herself, was typically upbeat when informed that she would not be allowed into Japan: “I’m going back home, and I look forward to coming back to Japan in the future,” she said.

Like Fuck You Will, Gaijin Skank!

Historical Figures With Unfortunate Nicknames: ‘Black Dick’ Howe

23 Thursday Sep 2010

Posted by Smaktakula in Culture, History

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1st Earl Howe, Admiral Richard Howe, American Revolution, Black Dick, crotch rot, Great Britain, Lord Howe, Prince Harry, Prince William, Royal Navy, Rum Buggery & The Lash, STDs, Tunisian Tart, unfortunate nicknames, United Kingdom, venereal disease, War for American Independence, War with the Colonies

By Smaktakula

Admiral Richard Howe, the 1st Earl Howe (1726-1799), led a distinguished and remarkable life. Taking to the sea at an early age, Howe fought for Great Britain in many Eighteenth Century conflicts, including the War for American Independence.  Today, Lord Howe’s name is immortalized in ships and towns throughout the remaining rump of the British Empire.  Prince William, England’s future king, and his loutish brother Harry number among Howe’s descendants.

Despite so much good luck and historical recognition (Britain’s near-success against the rebellious colonies notwithstanding), Howe will forever be burdened by the odious sobriquet: Black Dick.

Beyond The Black: In Later Years Lord Howe Had To Hold The Damned Thing In Place If He Didn't Want To Make A Scene.

Are you kids sure you want to hear the story of how Grandpa got his nickname again?  You’ve heard this a million times.
Oh, all right, then.
Once, when your grandpa was a wee lad, not much older than yourselves, he met a tart from Tunisia . . .

Se Necesita Ayuda: The Narco Wars

21 Tuesday Sep 2010

Posted by Smaktakula in Celebrity, Crime, Culture, News

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careers for Spanish-speakers, Ciudad Juarez, cocaine, corruption, death by bullet, drugs, illegal drugs, La Barbie, maquiladoras, Mexican Army, Mexican drug cartel, Mexican Government, Mexican jail, Mexican Police, Mexico, narco war, narcos, narcotics industry, professions with low life expectancy, Se Necesita Ayuda, Señoritas, smuggling, War on Drugs

By Smaktakula

Narco, Soldier Or Cop: A License To Kill Is Just One Of The Perks. Señoritas And Cocaine Are Two More.

A dismal job market is forcing employment-seekers to think creatively, possibly pursuing previously unconsidered revenue sources.  Some enterprising souls are reversing a decades-old trend, and leaving the United States to seek work in Mexico, particularly along the lawless border region.

Ciudad Juarez: You Will Never Find A More Wretched Hive Of Scum And Villainy.

Most new arrivals to Mexico’s border towns discover what the old timers already know: working in a maquiladora sucks ass.  Six days of life-numbing factory work per week at a parakeet’s pay is enough to make anyone dream of a better life.

Thanks to the regular bloodletting across Northern Mexico, young men have another option.* Jobs on all sides of Mexico’s ongoing narco-war are plentiful, due to rapid turnover and increasing demand both for drugs and for a continuance of the senseless conflict.

Yeah, We Thought La Barbie Would Do A Little Better For Himself, Too. Still, It Still Beats The Kind Of Tail He Can Expect To Get In A Mexican Jail.

Career options within this fast-growing industry are varied.  But for candidates not averse to mayhem and risk and who speak fluent Spanish, a fast life awaits among the blood and dust . 

Currently, the most popular choice is narco.  Although there is little job security, and the initial pay is a pittance, a good narco can rise quickly.  Many find the toil worth it–seasoned gunmen often have more cash, coke and señoritas than they can spend, snort or fuck in their typically truncated lifetimes.

There are any number of organizations to join, but prospective applicants should choose their organization wisely.  A cartel which is in the decline or which has fallen into disfavor with the Mexican government is a poor choice.

Joining The Mexican Army Allows Young Men To Take A Leadership Role Within Their Own Communities.

One of the great advantages to working as a narco is that if you can stay alive long enough, you’re almost assured of rising to the top.  And it’s a position for life.

However, many young men are overlooking great opportunities in the Mexican Army or the police.  These jobs are thought to be mundane and unexciting, but this is largely untrue.  In addition to benefits and their regular pay, soldiers and police officers also have access to women and drugs, plus a license for nearly unlimited violence.  Long hours, paperwork and a tendency to be assassinated are among some of the headaches associated with these jobs.

Vaya Con Dios, Pendejo!

The Mexican Narco Wars are booming, and there’s never been a better time to get started in this exciting industry.  With America’s insistence that Mexico continue to play along in the War On Drugs, it’s only going to get hotter!

*Opportunities for women are still scarce at this time.  Women looking for work outside the maquiladoras may be forced to settle for narco girlfriend or corpse.  Probably both.

Wishes Of Nostalgia Band And Listening Public Go Unheeded By God For Close To Half A Century

21 Tuesday Sep 2010

Posted by Smaktakula in Celebrity, Culture, Music

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1965, anthems, Classic Rock, Keith Moon, My Generation, nostalgia acts, pedophiles, Pete Townshend, Rock & Roll, rock musicians, Roger Daltrey, the other guy, The Who, Where Are They Now?

By Smaktakula

In November of 1965, British rock band The Who cemented their place in music history with their classic hit, My Generation.  However, a great many people wholeheartedly share Pete Townsend’s desire (as expressed by Roger Daltrey) to do the decent thing and quietly expire before old age could catch up with him.

And yet, forty-five years later, Daltrey and Townsend still live.

Daltrey: Credits His Grandson Cody For Suggesting He Shorten The Famous Lyric To "Hope I Die."

Did You Know? This Rumpled Pedophile Was Once A Promising Musician. In Those Days He Didn't Carry Around Jars Of His Own Urine.

Well, since you brought it up–We were hoping for the same thing.  What happened with that, fellas?

Drug Lord Comes To Regret Ridiculous Nickname

17 Friday Sep 2010

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Arturo Beltran Leyva, Crime, crimelord, drug cartel, drug trafficking, drugs, Edgar Valdez Villarreal, El Chupacabra, El Coyote Negro, La Barbie, Menudo Caliente, Mexican drug cartel, Mexican jail, Mexican Navy, Mexico, smuggling, you got a real purty mouth

By Smaktakula

American-born criminal Edgar Valdez Villarreal rose quickly through the ranks of the Mexican underworld to become a lieutenant for one of the cartels.  When cartel head Arturo Beltrán Leyva was slaughtered by Navy commandos in December of 2009, the resourceful young thug waged a bloody war against various other cartel factions in an effort to seize control of the operation.  His bid came to an end in August of 2010 when he was captured by Mexican authorities.       

Now the reputed criminal is seeking extradition to his native United States, fearing for his safety in Mexico.  This is no doubt warranted.  Mexican jails are infamous for their deplorable conditions and the innumerable degradations inmates must endure.  How much worse must it be for a pretty boy called La Barbie?       

"El Coyote Negro? El Chupacabra? Menudo Caliente? Man, I Really Should Have Put More Thought Into My Nickname."

Come On Barbie, Let’s Go Party!

Raves Are Best Enjoyed Without Drugs Or Love

03 Friday Sep 2010

Posted by Smaktakula in Culture, Culture, Music, News

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arrests, club kids, death by love, death by overdose, death by stampede, Diabetes, drugs, ecstacy, Germans in large groups are best avoided, good clean American fun, I'm not the Lorax Dammit!, Los Angeles, Love Festival, Love Parade, rave culture, raves, stampede, techno music, the Lorax, trampling deaths, Wilford Brimley, your mother must be very proud

By Smaktakula

It’s hard to believe that the world has changed so much in just a year.  For at least a generation, raves represented one of the last bastions of good, clean, American fun.  But now things are changing: the unwelcome shadow of drugs is increasingly encroaching upon the outer edges of the scene.

These Drug-Free Kids Prove The Old Raver Adage: You Can Be Dippy Without Being Trippy.

When Promethean Times first reported on this phenomenon, we dismissed these early warnings as the work of one or two bad apples.  Nor were we alone in underestimating the threat posed by illicit chemicals.  Promethean Times still holds that drugs are not necessary to enjoy an air-raid siren set to a metronomic beat, and that the shared joy of grinding sexlessly against the nearest sweaty, stinking body is in no way enhanced by chemicals.  We believe that a twenty-eight year old dressed up as the Lorax can be kooky and fun, and not just a wincingly pitiable product of drug-attenuated tastes.  But are these long-cherished values still embraced by today’s young ravers?

"I'm Not The Lorax, Dammit! I'm Wilford Brimley, And Your Diabetes Is Out Of Control!"

There are troubling indications that these wholesome traditions are breaking down.  In Los Angeles, 80 people were arrested and several hospitalized at yet another rave.  Most of the arrests and hospitalizations were the result of drug use.

Fact: Gathering Massive Numbers Of Germans In One Place For Any Reason Means Someone's Going To Die.

The use of “Love” in the name of the gathering points to a disturbing new trend, where young people hold orgiastic celebrations in honor of the positive emotion.   Americans should count themselves lucky with the casualties they did receive–in the German Love Parade 21 people were crushed to death in a stampede of unbridled affection.

Your Mother Must Be Very Proud.

Sinister Forces Align Against Fugeeman

01 Wednesday Sep 2010

Posted by Smaktakula in Celebrity, Crime, Culture, History, News, Politics

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BET, Bolivarian Revolution, comical despots, elections, Fugeefoe, Fugeeman, Haiti, Haiti apparently not just a shoot-'em-up free-for-all, hip-hop, hip-hop jihadists, Hugo Chavez, impoverished third-world backwater, Michel Martelly, MTV, Pras, provisional election council, Saddam Hussein, Sean Penn, strongman, Sweet Micky, Venezuela, voodoo dolls, Wyclef Jean, zombies

By Smaktakula

Powerful interests have turned on Wyclef “Fugeeman” Jean in an effort to scuttle the hip-hop star’s bid to become president of his native Haiti.  Only a few weeks ago, when Fugeeman threw his braids into the ring, it seemed the musician-turned-statesman was certain to claim Haiti’s presidency, and at least make a passable effort at saving the doomed nation before looting its increasingly dry coffers.

Fugeeman: His Ascension To The Presidency Would Bump Voodoo Down To #2 On The List Of Things People Know About Haiti.

It may never come to pass: Haiti’s provisional election council has ruled that Jean is ineligible for the presidency since he has lived outside of Haiti during the last five years.  That Haiti has a governing body able to make such decisions will no doubt come as a shock to many observers, who reasonably assumed the impoverished nation to be much like the Wild West, only with voodoo dolls and zombies.

Fugeeman vowed to carry on.  But now there was blood in the water.  The next betrayal came from an unexpected source–Fugeeman’s former bandmate, Pras.  Pras signalled his betrayal with a metaphorical kiss on the cheek, saying that while he “loves Wyclef dearly,” he is supporting Michel “Sweet Micky” Martelly, citing both competence and a better nickname.

Sweet Micky Doesn't Want You To Be Swayed By Shitty Production Values.

A more notable Fugeefoe is talented actor and high school graduate Sean Penn.  Outside of his many fine performances on the big screen, Penn is perhaps best known for cozying up to undemocratic dictators like Saddam Hussein and Penn’s pal Hugo Chavez, as well as for talking a great deal on subjects of which he a limited understanding.  Penn reportedly fears that Fugeeman will allow American companies to come into Haiti with their filthy, economy-reviving money.  Presumably, Penn favors a Bolivarian type, like the coca-chawing Chavez.  Although it is unclear that Chavez’ successes in Venezuela could be replicated in Haiti, as there are no opposition television stations to shut down.  Furthermore, in Haiti the idea of a strongman abolishing the constitution and becoming dictator for life is old hat.

Sean Doesn't Understand Much Of What His BFF Is Saying, But He Nods And Smiles To Be Polite.

Perhaps Fugeeman’s only misstep in his campaign  has been when he referred to his “Rastafarian heritage.”  When a reporter responded that Rastafarianism was more commonly associated with Jamaica, Fugeeman patiently replied, “Haiti.  I’m from Haiti.”

Wyclef's Love Song To Haiti: "Bitch Better Have My Money."

Despite his obvious qualifications and overall grooviness, an unseen cadre has so far been successful in thwarting Jean’s historic bid.  However, Fugeeman is reportedly already preparing for this eventuality.  He is said to be quietly assembling an army of hip-hop jihadists,  and a flotilla of speedboats.  No one wants to avoid bloodshed more than the peace-professing musician.  But Fugeefoes beware: a coup sponsored by MTV and BET is hardly the worst career move Wyclef Jean could make.

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