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Bread and Circuses? Perhaps.
We at Austinist aren’t hyper-political, per se [lie]. But we are definitely down with anything that pokes genuine fun at whoever is at the top of the political crap-heap [absolutely true]. If the Dems were riding high on the political, pork-bellied horse, stroking each other with insane defiance of common decency or the “will of the people” (whatever that is) right now, we’d be all about some counter-counterculture action around here.
Well, some of us would, anyway. For the sake of perspective.
And in the name of perspective… A friend of ours turned us on to Bush Ball Cards (no need to buy the things, just LOOK AT and READ them for entertainment’s sake. Buy them if you collect this variety of political pulp). Word has it that they were designed and produced here in Austin. Tee-hee!
There’s plenty of anti-bush shwag around these days. It’s everywhere. We started to collect those “Bushism” refrigerator magnets when they first hit the market several years back. Hilariousness! But the fridge is now covered in the damn things, and it doesn’t appear that the source will be corking it anytime soon. At this point, it has become a battle of diminishing marginal utility.
The fish barrel runneth over.
Most of it simply isn’t funny anymore. It’s tired, somewhat sad, and it has become extremely difficult to figure out exactly WHO we are supposed to be laughing at (Them? Us for electing them? Us for allowing them to continue? The French, again, for no known reason? Pensioners for losing their shirts? “Adios Mofo”? Huh?). Well, these Bush Ball Cards might help you sort that all out. The stats on the back are particularly entertaining (in that mind-numbing, “man we are still totally screwed” kind of way).
Laugh at your pain. Laugh at our collective pain. Laugh at the bad photo-shopping. Just…laugh for chrissakes. It’ll help pass the time. That, and it’s better than cracking your skull with repeated self-inflicted hits from a ball-peen hammer (the only fitting alternative, all things considered).
Laugh, damnit. Laugh.
