oh it's tireless

Most likely this is just another exercise in my futility to subdue some sort of borderline something-or-other mental state of mine in and out of a typical infantryman's workday, usually consisting of a fairly trivial and meaningless existence, similarly to the life of a an average walking dead man. Or maybe it's just the middle aged oriental woman who think that their lace bras and commissioned husbands can really cover up their resentment towards the US for the use of napalms in the southeast Asia campaigns, who handle my 4 pack of Red Bull every Monday night that just really busts my nuts to the point of insanity.
This may appear to be an attempt at a typical New Yorker style blog, though instead of Business and Obama (no not politics, just Obama), I shall swap for irregular, untimely and sadistic humor, that may or may not be partial to only myself. Yes I too notice something staring back when I look in the mirror.

So why not start us off with some Rejected New Yorker cartoons that I have remade...a little hobby of mine.

Economic fascism? I mean seriously, are we so bored that we are somehow locked into some paradoxical oxymoron? Like whats next, another Green Day world tour sponsored by Nelson Mandela?