Very little is known about Nimrod the Hunter, and much of the information available about the ancient ruler is of uncertain historical accuracy. Moreover, some texts, like the Bible and Talmud, offer differing accounts of Nimrod’s life.
Believed by some to be a wise and learned king, by others to be an incestuous despot whose hubris spawned the Tower of Babel, it’s difficult to describe the historical figure of Nimrod with any certainty. However, all sources agree on one point: Nimrod was an unparalleled badass.
"Nimrod The Hunter Demands Wenches And Ale!"
Tragically, although Nimrod’s renown has long since faded into historical silence, his name remains in common use. But instead of tough-guy machismo, the name is now associated with dudes like this:
Sorry, Chubbsy--You Didn't Make The 2010 Maxim Hot 100. Have You Thought About Modelling Mu-Mus?
In 2010, female beauty is ubiquitous. It pouts on the covers of magazines, stares down larger-than-life upon billboards visible from space, and shakes its ass on television. Braces, liposuction, hair extensions, implants and the like have created a revolution in appearance.
The standard of beauty changes over time. Raquel Welch would today be forced to work as a plus-sized model if she wanted a career in the public eye. Rather than rhapsodize about her stunning curves as they did in her day, probably the highest compliment Welch could obtain today would be, “You know, Raquel really knows how to make herself look pretty. Good for her.”
Today’s beauties are very different–toned, honed and siliconed. They dance across the public’s eye for a moment and then are gone. Another difference between old and new beauty: new beauty is disposable.
The media would have us believe that beauty is not in the eye of the beholder, but instead falls within a rather narrow scale. Beauty is no longer subjective.
To see whether that’s true, we consulted no less a source than Maxim, the snarky men’s magazine with soft-core aspirations. We present a few selections from Maxim’s 2010 Hot 100. Judge for yourself.
Although beauty itself may be subjective, perhaps we can judge it based upon its effect upon the culture as a whole. A truly beautiful woman would not be a creation, but rather a phenomenon, like Helen of Troy, whose beauty was said to have launched the Trojan War.
Based on these criteria, Jodie Foster is the world’s most beautiful woman.
"Because No One Shoots The President For Katy Perry."
Mazlan Othman heads the United Nation Office for Outer Space Affairs. Despite recently published rumors, Othman said her office will not be acting as diplomats in the event Earth is visited by extra-terrestrial life.
"Thanks UN, For Bringing Meaning To My Pathetic Existence."
Given that the UNOOSA has eliminated diplomacy from its purview, a job with this agency can be very lucrative and undemanding. In an organization already famous for its corruption and ineffectiveness, the UNOOSA offers an unequalled opportunity for both.
Fond du Lac, Wisconsin: Kool-Aid Man, the beloved commercial spokesgolem of yesteryear, was committed this week to the Edgecomb Hospital for the Freakish and Deranged. Man had been living by himself since the death of his mother in 2008.
It Will Be Years Before The Citizens Of Fond du Lac Will Feel Safe Again.
Famed for his exuberant commercial appearances, Man’s career peaked in the 70s and 80s. His star shone brightest during the so-called golden age of commercials– after Madison Avenue had perfected its art, but before television recording devices came into widespread use allowing viewers to skip commercials. During that time it was hard to watch television without seeing Man’s scarlet, bulbous form come smashing through a load-bearing wall to the delight of a gaggle of well-scrubbed–and miraculously unharmed–children.
In retrospect, it’s astonishing that Man was able to perform the stunt successfully for as many years as he did before someone got hurt. “When little Billy Wexner was crushed,” Man said in an interview years later, “It was the beginning of the end.”
It was also the end of the end. Kool-Aid quietly paid off Little Billy’s parents, and through their lawyers let Man know his services would no longer be required. Said Man, “After fourteen good years–fourteen years in which I turned down some good offers–they just let me go. Not Kool, man. Not Kool at all.”
Their Torrid Affair Would Last Three Years.
Friendless, broke and cracked, Man drifted through a variety of jobs, occasionally picking up work as an extra on cable shows like Silk Stalkings. Eventually, even those jobs became too difficult to maintain. Man developed a reputation for flakiness.
“I was in a lot of pain, and it seemed like nobody wanted to give me any work. So yeah, I drank.” The punch-filled creature’s life had spun so far out of control by that time that he was reduced to offering $5 blowjobs to rangy weirdos in the Gary, Indiana Greyhound station.
But There Would Be No Happy Ending That Day In Jonestown.
“That’s when I bottomed out.” Four days later he was back at his estranged parents’ house in Fond du Lac. Man’s father died in 2002, and after his mother died in 2008 the freakish creature lived a hermit’s life. There would be occasional reports of a large red serving container walking the streets in the late hours or in the very early morning, but Man mostly kept to himself.
Given the pains Man had taken to keep a low profile, the bloody carnage of a few days ago is puzzling. The citizens of Fond du Lac have no answers–they are still reeling from the devastation caused by the creature’s rampage. Twenty-three people, including two firefighters and a police officer were killed when Man stormed the town’s main street.
Survivor Sandy Bollier: "Words Can't Describe Those Three Hours In A Cherry Flavored Hell."
Gleeful roars of “OH YEAH!” could be heard among the screams of the dying and maimed early in the episode. Once the gas main was ruptured, the resulting conflagration forced the police and SWAT teams to act as rescuers, breaking off their efforts to take down the fire-resistant Man.
In the end capturing the raging creature proved startlingly easy. He was found in the remnants of the Old Spaghetti Factory, weeping. Most of his Kool-Aid core had boiled away, but in most other respects he was unhurt.
Kool-Aid Man's Frequent Cosmetic Surgeries Became A Grotesque Obsession.
Man’s doctors say he has so far adjusted well to a life of confinement. Privately, however, they worry that if Man decides to go on a rampage, no wall will stop him.
Promethean Times takes very seriously its responsibilities as one of America’s tertiary news sources. With this in mind, we felt it incumbent upon us to remind Americans to vote wisely in November. If you’re like most contemporary Americans, you likely feel well informed about the political landscape; you don’t need to be reminded to vote responsibly.
Yes, you do.
"The Party Wants To Make America Better For All Of Us."
In the run up to the election, the various political parties will extend every effort to paint themselves as America’s champions–seeking only to protect a vulnerable and easily swayed populace from the sinister interests which are the real backers of the other parties. This imaginary Illuminati can take any number of forms–including but not limited to corporations, the wealthy, the socialist elite, whitey, immigrants and sometimes the entire human race. These forces epitomize evil, and therefore those forces in opposition–the party–are good.
The party demands your love. But anyone who relinquishes this love to the party, without drawing money from the party coffers, is a sucker.
The party does not love you.
"Don't Forget To Vote In November To Roll Back Socialism! Now Bring Me A Sandwich."
"Vote As Many Times As You Can! It's Critical The Republicans Aren't Allowed To Tamper With Our Liberties. Oh, And Could You Get Me A Sandwich?"
"Vote Yes On A Sustainable Future, Okay? Really, It's The Least You Can Do, Considering The Tremendous Burden Your Very Existence Places Upon The Planet. Oh, And Could You Buy Me A Veggie Wrap?"
"Make Sure The Washington Elites Hear Us In November. And Is It Too Much To Ask That You Not Bring Us A Sandwich Made In Kenya? Don't Think We Won't Be Checking."
We're Not Altogether Sure That Ben Stein Deserves The Nobel Peace Prize. Ferris Bueller Just Doesn't Hold Up.
The Nobel Peace Prize was once one of the most prestigious honors an individual could receive, given out for actions which furthered the pursuit of peace. Many previous laureates are deservedly beloved either for their work toward establishing peace, or for the peaceful means by which they achieved change under difficult circumstances: Martin Luther King Jr., Mother Teresa, Andrei Sakharov, Jimmy Carter, and non-violent head of the African National Congress, Albert Lutuli.
We're Rough On Jimmy From Time To Time, But He Earned This One.
To some degree, the Nobel Prize has always been about expressing the Nobel Committee’s political view, as in 1973, when the Peace Prize was awarded jointly to Henry Kissinger and Le Duc Tho, the latter having the good grace to refuse the award. Two members of the committee quit in protest over the selection.
Recently, the award has slipped further toward irrelevance as the politicization of the Peace Prize has increased. Nelson Mandela, the cause celebre of the late 1980s, was awarded the prize in 1992 despite refusing to renounce violence on behalf of the ANC, an organization he wrested from the non-violent Lutuli.
" . . . For Which I Thank The Nobel Committee. Good Night. Okay, Send 30,000 Fresh Troops To Afghanistan."
In 1993 Yitzhak Rabin and Shimon Peres shared the award with terrorist and closeted homosexual Yasser Arafat. In 1990 Mikhail “Spot” Gorbachev was awarded the prize, but not his partner in peace, Ronald Reagan. Following the cue of the American people, the Nobel Committee made Barrack Obama a laureate based on what he might do. Obama took some time from planning the United States’ escalation of the War in Afghanistan to make a quick speech before the Committee. Al Gore, America’s Official Second Banana, took home the prize in 2007 for jetting around the world to remind people to travel coach.
Fact: Excessive Amounts Of Self-Satisfaction Can Lead To Obesity.
Awarding the prize to Liu Xiaobo, a Chinese dissident further waters down the meaning of the prize. Although Liu Xiaobo–and anyone who challenges the Beijing regime is undoubtedly brave–it’s difficult to see what achievements he’s made toward peace. If anything, riling up an autocratic regime leads to anything but peace.
Arafat's Peace Bona Fides: While Many Of Arafat's Soldiers Died Violently, The Nobel Laureate Died Peacefully In A French Hospital.
Many recipients of the prize are certainly deserving of recognition for their superlative efforts in some field, but the Peace Prize seems cheapened somehow by giving it to people who aren’t really all that interested in peace. What might work better is if the Nobel Committee first picked their laureate, and then created a one-time prize based on his or her accomplishments.
"So You Have Given This Award To A Killer Like Arafat, But For Ghandiji Nothing? If Your First Thought Upon Awakening This Morning Was To Piss Off The Mahatma, Then Let Me Tell You Something My Friend, 'Mission Accomplished.'"
To better demonstrate exciting innovation in award theory, we proudly present:
The Promethean Situational Peace Prize 2010 Inductees:
The Promethean Peace Prize For Cessation of Hostilities: Henry Kissinger, Le Duc Tho.
The Promethean Peace Prize For Promising to Stop Fighting: Yitzhak Rabin, Shimon Peres, Yasser Arafat.
The Promethean Peace Prize For Potential Future Peacemaking: Barack Obama.
The Promethean Peace Prize For Using Violence To Achieve Political Aims: Nelson Mandela.
It turns out that Rich Iott, the GOP’s nominee for Ohio’s 9th Congressional District, likes to dress up as an SS officer. This may prove a liability in the upcoming election.
Had The Photo Been Of--Say, Iott Having Relations With A Goose, For Example--He Might Have A Chance. But This?
Although Iott contends that his activities with Wiking, a group which reenacts the battles of Germany’s 5th SS Panzer Division Wiking, merely reflect his love of history, this incident raises serious question about Iott’s electability. At the very least this displays a marked lack of judgement for a candidate. The only thing more politically damaging than being photographed in a Nazi officer’s uniform is actually going full Mönti and dressing up like Hitler.
"My Opponents Will Try To Use This To Discredit Me, But The Voters Are Smarter Than That. Come November, There Will Be A Final Solution. No . . .Wait. *Resolution.* That's What I Meant."
While this news should play well within the relatively tiny white supremacist subculture, that’s likely to be of little benefit to Iott, as very few such individuals vote, believing it to be a “waste of time since the Zionist cabal has already determined the winner.” It will play poorly with both the Democratic party and with moderate to conservative elements within the GOP. Members of the Tea Party are expected to react no more warmly. Although Iott is a Tea Party candidate, the party is said to be fuming at the weekend Krieger’s indiscretion. A disgusted Tea Party member was heard opining that, “You can’t have National Socialism without socialism.”
Michael Steele Inexplicably Remains As The GOP Chief: "Look, Everybody Dresses Up Like A Nazi Now And Then, Right? But What We're Saying Is, He Shouldn't Have Let Them Take His Picture."
Most observers predict that the disclosure of his involvement with the Weekend Wehrmacht will doom Iott’s election bid. Not so, says the congressional hopeful. “America has been ‘business as usual’ for too long. What you’re really talking about is institutional chaos. Rich Iott will make sense of the chaos, and with your help will bring about a New Order in November.”
Britain Bequeathed To America The Gift Of Liberty. It Stands To Reason Some Less Savory Traits Might Have Been Included.
Blame His Parents, His Community Or Even TV, But Leave The Kid Alone. He Don't Know No Better.
The mullet and the fauxhawk, two uniquely odious hairstyles which perch like fur gargoyles atop less-discriminating pates throughout the United States and Europe, are not often mentioned in the same breath. The two could not be more dissimilar, and yet they are united in pileous* ignominy. Along with the frizzy perm, which fortunately has grown rare in recent decades, these hideous head sculptures comprise a hairy Axis of Eww.
The mullet is by far the oldest of the three, its origins described in hushed tales of a land in a time long past, where the rivers were said to flow not with water but Corona, and where every spring the methamphetamine trees would bloom.
Briefly in vogue during the 1980s, the mullet has been returned to its ancestral practitioners, typically fringy rednecks or sweaty European soccer stars.
Happily, Like Small Pox And Polio Before It, The Frizzy Perm Is Quietly Going Away.
By comparison, the fauxhawk is a new arrival on the fashion scene. Lacking the balls to be a mohawk, but still too douchey for polite company, the fauxhawk is a coward’s hairstyle. The fauxhawk’s relative newness coupled with a lack of media access among the poor and the stupid allows the hairstyle to spread in places ignorant to its deleterious effect upon the community.
Achtung, Mullet! Elvis Presley Brought Black Music To A Wider Audience, And The Beatles Introduced Us To Crazy Drugs And Beautiful Ideas. Bono's Gift Was A Hairstyle.
Fauxhawk apologists claim this limited acceptance as evidence of the hairstyle’s superiority over the mullet, reckoning it to be the lesser of two evils. As with the medical community’s resistance to Joseph Lister’s insistence on sterile medical equipment, simply because someone is unaware of the fauxhawk’s insipidity does not exempt them from same. Not only are these wearers of the fauxhawk wallowing blissfully in their own suckitude, but their ignorance renders them into objects of pity.
Britney Sports A Thoroughly Modern Femullet For Her Appearance At The Festival For Traditional Southern Culture, Folk Art And Rasslin'.
People with mullets, or mulletards, may be mouth-breathing cretins of dubious lineage, but they have a semblance of honor. To the rest of the world a mullet may simply say “dipwad,” but to the mulletard it is epic poetry. By choosing to wear a mullet, a man is making a proud statement that runs the gamut of human experience, from I know where I was when Dale Jr. died to My heart’s a little achy-breaky right now, thanks so much for askin’ and everything in between.
We Have A Question For You, Inexplicably Famous Person: What Sound Do You Hear When Water Collides With Vinegar? (*DOUCHE*)
*We have included the definition lest readers erroneously believe, as did our spell check, that we meant to write ‘piteous.’ In fact we did not.
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