A New Kind of Republican Revolution

I’m embarking on a new crusade and it can only be accomplished with your assistance.

I know, you are all thinking, “Wow, you already brought sexy back. What else can you do?”

I’m re-defining the word “Republican”.

From now on, “republican” will simply mean “hot, sophisticated lady.” Think Krystle Carrington from Dynasty if she is sweet or Alexis Carrington Colby if she’s delicously sour. The ideal “republican” will be a hybrid.

But Lazlo, can you give us an example of how to use “republican” in a common conversation? “That is a total republican. I must have her now.”

Why the new definition? The old meaning is lost as evidenced by the number of modifiers people throw in front of it.

Reagan Republican

Conservative Republican

Moderate Replublican

Fuckin’ Republican

And my favorite… Country Club Republican.

I probably fall into the Country Club Republican category. I like to sit around, drink bourbon, mind my own business and help the less fortunate, but only when its convenient.

Previously, I was only a borderline Country Club Republican due to not being allowed into most country clubs.

However, a dear friend from my high school days recently gave me a day pass to one of the many country clubs he belongs. As long as that voucher sits securely in my glove box, I’m a Country Club Republican (in the traditional sense, not in the “hot, classy lady” sense).

So if I’m redefining “republican” what does that mean for me politically? Well, I still support “republicans” cause I generally support all “hot, classy women” but I just don’t have to be worried about being associated with whatever ass clown the party forces down my throat.

Moving forward, I’m just some guy that might vote unless something awesome is on TV.

Will the word “Democrat” change? No, the word “Democrat” will still mean “dirty hippy caught eating your children.”

I’m told there are no “Democrats” at my buddy’s country clubs, just some fine ass women with great hair and flawless skin.

Three Terrifying Truths From My Youth

Happy World AIDS Day, I guess.

How do you celebrate World AIDS Day?

Party cause you don’t have AIDS?

Party cause you DO have AIDS?

And where is the special day for people with HIV but not AIDS?

As a child of the 80’s there were 3 things I knew for certain would happen.

1) At some point, some stranger would grab me and force me to take drugs. A cop once came to Nottingham Elementary and told us that the hippie people put PCP in the salt shakers at McDonald’s just to see kids freak out. What? Holy crap!

2) Red Dawn was going to happen before I hit puberty and it was up to me and my band of guerilla warriors to hunker down along the banks of the Buffalo Bayou and fight off the commies.

The third certainty?

No matter what, we would all die of AIDS.

You could try abstinance but that wasn’t even a guarantee. You knew someone was smearing AIDS on the sporks at Kentucky Fried Chicken and the elevator buttons at the Town and Country Mall.

You would never know because…

The liberal amounts of PCP masked the bitter taste of the AIDS juice and then…

With our minds polluted by hippie drugs…

With our bodies weakened by all the AIDS we’d catching…

Russia would invade us.