Thursday, February 28, 2008

The Gray Race


This space has been vacant for far too long. Too much time with Eastern European porn-satire as the leading post. Too much time away from what makes The Alan Wong great: idle navel-gazing, precocious silliness, and irresponsible shrugging/laconic writing.

The authors of this site have been watching the political scene with moderate-extreme interest. I believe that egully probably has more intelligent insight, more inside information, and more skill in presenting political opinions... but whatever, I'm writing and he isn't.

Like God on the first day of creation, here goes something out of nothing:

Who are you supporting for the Democratic nomination?

B-Rock. I am afflicted with Obamamania and, like the people eating tainted cheesesteak hotpockets, I don't know how I caught what I've got. I suspect it's because he's male. Or because he's black. Or because he's written two books, one of which was excellent. Maybe it's because he bridges the gap between Islam and Christianity. Or because he bridges the gap between black and white. Republican and Democrat. Paper and plastic. Biggie and Tupac. Simon and Paula.

Wait a second. Are you saying you support Obama without knowing his stance on major issues?

Goddamn right. I suspect that presidents very rarely make much of a difference on their own. Bush gets too much credit for destroying checks and balances, eroding legislative and judicial power to bolster executive control. If Bush is more retarded than the bastard child of Forrest Gump and Radio with fetal alchohol syndrome, he can't possibly be the one who singlehandedly kicked the Founding Fathers in their ghostly balls. I'm under the impression that Congress facilitated and enabled his most appalling moves.



The president doesn't matter all that much. Obama looks and sounds good. He won't die in office like a certain geriatric Republican nominee barring a Princip/Booth-type disaster which I suspect a lot of Obama supporters fear like Y2K (a vague uneasiness and desperate hope that the world doesn't crash down around us; bottled water stockpiles are unnecessary this go-around.)

So you only want Obama to become president because he looks and sounds good? Isn't that shallow?

If he had polio, Obama could be the next FDR. Uniting parties, delegating executive responsibility, rallying a nation during war and economic strife, and making costly social programs to overcompensate for laissez-faire economic policies. It's entirely possible that I'm being shallow. So what? Tell me you've got a better reason.



I'm the one asking the questions, thank you very much. I do have a better reason: widespread health insurance coverage without creating a monolithic government-controlled agency that eliminates patient choice and doctor's rights. And he smoked weed.

Those are both good reasons. But that's not really why I'd vote for him. It's what I might tell my friends and family, but mostly I want it to happen to be a part of history. And that's pretty much it. I don't follow politics closely enough to really care. I didn't vote in 2004 (please, blame me for the last four years of war, poverty, and discord.) I just want Obama. I want to see the first black president. I want to see the world's reaction. I want to hear accusations of racism thrown at conservatives who criticize him, I want to listen to his state of the union address, I want to see his name in my college magazine's Where Are They Now? section, I want to see him put on weight, and I want Michelle to be the First Lady.

In state politics, how do you feel about Arnold taking 5 billion dollars away from education?

I'm for it. These kids are coddled entirely TOO much. After teaching in LA and Oakland, one thing I can say for sure is that urban schools are consistently churning out spoiled children who go on to spurn Are You Smarter Than a Fifth-Grader, forcing Foxworthy to ask the underprivileged suburban children what the capital of South Dakota is. I think teaching would be way easier if I had forty or fifty kids in my classroom, sharing one textbook among three students, without frivolous music or art classes. Let's focus a little more on the Reading, 'Riting, and 'Rithmetic. And we can test the shit out of those skills and give whatever money is left-over to the highest-performing schools.

Fuck the poor.



Right.


Thursday, July 19, 2007

Prosin means Please in Czech

Sometimes you just gotta lure an unsuspecting mathematics grad student into your van, offer her anywhere from two to five hundred bucks, and see where things go from there.

MATHBUS not to be confused with....


Seriously folks, this is totally safe for work. Click the link, watch the video, you will not be disappointed. (More than I can say about those B an G Brothers, or whatever they call themselves.)


This is an internet pornography spoof. Approximately 1/3 of our readership may think this is the funniest thing ever in the history of the internet. Everyone else will just think to themselves:

Why didn't they just go to

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Big Tonsils

This is what The Alan Wong is all about. The triumph of youth and charisma. The intersection of talent and luck. And typing your own blog.

You'll notice that our picture to the right is of the unparalled GO-OG. Enjoy it and be well.

Perhaps one day, Mr. OG will deign to read this little number.

(Shout out to the NBA Fanhouse and Miss Gossip for posting this interview.)

Sunday, July 8, 2007

Hey hey you you

Have you ever been lonely and lost, adrift in a sea of hopelessness and despair? Do you gauge architecture by its potential for accelerating you to terminal velocity? Is every moment punctuated by ever-deeper meaninglessness like painful rimshots that echo in the depths of your suffering?



Maybe you should watch Bear Grylls and his ursine dental jewelry. You don’t know misery until you’ve squeezed the juice from elephant dung into your face. You haven’t plumbed the profundity of sorrow until you’ve pissed on your shirt and wrapped it around your face.



Let him be a lesson to us all.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Five to Four

Ladies and Gent's,
Your Heroes of the Day... The Supreme Court!!!


(Yaaayyy!! So dapper, always dressed to impress... at a funeral.)
Oh, these fuckers... I wish we could replace them all with the Red Stripe Man, he's never issued an opinion that is disagreeable. Chances are, he'd find a solution to world peace and an end to racism.
"Boo reversing Brown v. Board of Ed...
"

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Love is...

Sure, it's an embedded youtube video. But it's so much more than that. It's about love, honor, commitment, and anal sex.

After all, love is all about experiencing and understanding all that you can about your partner. What could be more natural than knowing him or her physically? The physical is deeply tied to the spiritual. The physical act is consecrated by the deeper undercurrents of trust and responsibility. And the spiritual act is enhanced by the physiological response, the interplay of animal emotion and stone-cold Rousseau reason.



True love is all about tempering passion with reason. Why not experience both at once? Live in the ever-collapsing space between the two extremes. That is where love lives. Love is neither cold nor mechanistic. Nor is it mere desire and lust.



Love is the bit between your naughty bits and your brain. Kind of like a sandwich. It's the meat between eros and thanatos, physical and spiritual, you and your partner.

(Just because this sounds like a monologue to convince your homecoming date to take her top off and/or make out in the backseat of your '92 Protege does not make it invalid. It just cheapens it a little.)

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Hova Knows Best

I love this fucking country...



One thing you gotta love about America is that it is so easy to find redemption. Life in the land of Apple Pie isn’t like the movies, where the wayward protagonist may have to run up a mountain and destroy communism a la Rocky IV or sail to the Worlds End to bring back witty Jack to once again walk along the path of righteousness (or at least improve your PR). Nope, all it takes is 2 little words: “I’m Sorry.”

“What you want me to do, I’m Sorry!”

Yup! In the land of some free, home of some brave, those who get the fact that the easiest way to find your way back in the good graces of the huddled and scolding masses are those who beg us for our forgiveness. We don’t care what you did, as long as you feel kinda bad about it, or at least tell us you feel kinda bad about it, we’ll let it slide. We’re not seeking to Kill Bill, we’re more like

It worked for Kobe, Bill (for Monica and Rwanda), Laura Bush (she actually killed a guy), the Catholic Church, Jerry Maguire, Julia Roberts in Closer, John Edwards, Alan Wong, Mel Gibson (eventually), and KKKramer. There’s nothing we love more than seeing those who once were on top apologize for falling off their pedestal. After they complete their round of humility, we’ll pick them up by their bootstraps and start a slow clap for them. As long as you can still score 81, we won’t be mad, we’ll just be impressed.

Those who don’t accept their plate of humble pie are doomed to swallow a bucket full of doo-doo butter. Mike needs to apologize for Jesus Juice. OJ needs to say “I still believe that they deserved to die, and I Hope they’re burning in Hell, but I’m sorry that I did it (and got caught)” Hillary needs to say “umm, I’m sorry for the yellow pantsuit.” White people need to apologize for slavery. Black people need to apologize for the Ying-Yang Twins and anything else that shows up on BET Uncut. Mike Vick, Barry Bonds, Britney, Paris, Alan Wong, John Kerry, the people behind Spiderman 3, and Osama Bin Laden. Jack Bauer needs to apologize to Audrey, and Lindsay needs to apologize for this.



And this.




The list goes on…
Some people need to be sorry for ever existing.



The only person who seems to be exempt from this is R.Kelly, who’s album just went #1 on the charts despite that he has a habit of going #1 on little girls. But, then again he did give us “Trapped in the Closet,” which was fucking genius, so who cares? After all, he is the Pied Piper, Black, handsome and rich, plus he sings, and is a flirt. I’ll keep steppin.

See, America doesn’t need to export democracy, it just needs to export forgiveness (not Christianity, though). Then, maybe everyone else will forgive us.