Wednesday, March 03, 2010

I AM DRUGS: BEST YOUTUBE COMMENTS OF THE WEEK

The comments on any youtube video are many times the best part of that video. I wouldn't say that's the case with I AM DRUGS however. The talented folks involved in making these short, fake PSA's precludes them from low balling the viewer. That said, most of the vids in this series consistently get passed around, and every few months, a few of them receive another 20,000 or so hits seemingly over night.

And when they do, the next day is like Christmas morning for us here at Drink at Work.

Based on the comments, it seems that perhaps 10% of the viewers understand the videos are a joke. The rest are fiercely angry at what they believe to be government anti-drug propaganda... or even better, the misinformation they claim we're sharing.

Mostly it's the pot heads who get riled up, but lately the PCP crowd and the DM42 fans have been chiming in with their own personal experiences with these respective substances.


None of which matters. What does matter is that these people are insane, numerous, and love to have fights on our youtube vid comments sections. And here is some of that magic for you today.

ALCOHOL


HEROIN


PCP


WEED


DMT42

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Thursday, January 28, 2010

A Wealthy People's History of the United States: Higgenbottom's Early Years




In honor of Howard Zinn who passed away today, we present again this excerpt from Drink At Work's satirical history series told from the vantage point of a Gilded Age plutocrat, "A Wealthy People's History of the United States." Generally speaking, we are all are deeply indebted to Mr. Zinn for humanizing history and providing the deeper connection of social justice throughout many eras. More specifically however, without Hoard Zinn's work, the story of Jonas Mayfew Higgenbottom could never have been told. For that...we thank you, sir.

More installments of this series will be forthcoming, but for those already posted, a quick google search including drinkatwork.com and "A Wealthy People's History" should turn all of them up. Good hunting.



THE YEARS ASCENDANT


Many letters written from Jonas to his parents and friends exist, but the most rife with insight into his personality are surely those that came during his formative years at the boarding school, St. Giles School For Male Youth, located in the brutal pastoral country of New Rotterdam, New Hampshire. The school is, incidentally, still standing and continues to produce a startlingly high percentage of our nation’s leaders, including the last 15 presidents, over 2/3rds of the current sitting Senate, and nine of nine of our Supreme Court Justices. Below is a small sampling of these letters, transcribed from Jonas’ handwritten journals. He once remarked sadly that he felt as if he were “born with the wits of an adult but the body of a small adult, or an infant if you will.” Truer words have never been spoken. We are positive that his keen intellect will become, after reading these treasured letters, immediately apparent to anyone who is not stupid.
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A LETTER FROM JONAS TO HIS MOTHER,
ERNESTINE RAY HIGGENBOTTOM


Dearest Mother,

I trust this note finds you in good health. I suggest you take a moment to top off your nightly dram of gin, as I have most ominous news to relate.

You may recall, fourteen letters ago, in footnote twelve, that I was beginning to suspect that I might indeed have a nemesis, as all Great Men do in the course of their lives. And you may recall, seven letters ago, in chapter two, that I was certain I would be named the youngest-ever Captain of the Saint Giles varsity crew. Well, Mother, I was wrong on both counts.

Firstly, with regard to the crew. While dominating the earliest regattas of the fall and earning the accolades of all present, I was stricken with a sudden and unexpected emptiness after vanquishing the St. George's squad. It is an emptiness unlike any I have ever encountered, and I think it fit to capitalize the "E" henceforth. Please permit me at least this amount of poetry.




I digress. As I was saying, at the finish of the singles "sculling," my chums held me high - with no shortage of "huzzahs" and "whoops" and "hollers," I might add - but while my body strode Heaven-ward, no amount of lifting could raise my soul. The Emptiness in my heart was simply un-bearable, and I quit the crew mid-way through the 8-man race that closed the day, rolling sideways into the Charles River at the turn and remaining submerged for ten minutes, alone with my thoughts and very pleased I had taken up holding my breath as an occasional pass-time two summers ago in Nanutcket.

As for the issue of my nemesis, my error was one of magnitude - as I learned that I am not to be blessed with a single nemesis - no, Mother, I found that I am surrounded by nemeses! Seven to be exact! Silly boys with little understanding of the value of Practical Arts and Honest Living. It would be sufficiently galling if these children - and, oh, they are children indeed - simply idled away their time rolling hoops and roughhousing on the fine New Hampshire grass, leaving a young man such as I to his own dark musings. Nay! These children cannot leave well enough alone! I will spare you the details of their hazings, but do thank Wilhouse, our trusty butler, for schooling me well in the un-tying of knots and the picking of even the most complex locks, despite your sternest protests!

Mother, please accept my apologies, as I am growing weary and this is not likely to be another ten thousand word missive, as is generally my custom. The Emptiness is weighing my pen down most heavily tonight, so I shall simply bid you adieu.

Stay strong, Mother. I hope this letter did not trouble you greatly. Remember, the mass of men are weak, but I trust that we shall prevail, in whatever endeavour we choose for me.

Fondly,
JH

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Wednesday, August 19, 2009

A Wealthy People's History of the United States: Jonas the Scholar


As if there were ever any doubt, Jonas finished a the top of his class, earning what would today be the equivalent of a 6.0 GPA on a four-point scale.
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JONAS' VALEDICTORY SPEECH (transcribed)

Dearest Faculty, Esteemed Alumni, and Tolerable School-Chums,

You all, each and every one of you, disgust me.

Your common natures, your base grovelings in the trough of life, and your preference for the easy road over the worthwhile yet hard road is entirely unsurprising given what I have already learned about Human Nature, but the glee you display as you wallow in the muck is truly astonishing.

How, I ask, can you live with yourselves? Were I a meaner man, I would spit on all of you individually; however decency and the time allotted for this speech forbid me from doing so.

I will observe, Neville Strutherfeathers, that it is easy for you and ten of your friends to tie me up and keep me in your foot-locker, but it would be extremely difficult for your syphilitic mother to turn down the advances of a passing sailor even on the rare mornings when she is actually sober.

I am, of course, kidding…

It has truly been an honor to have spent the past years studying with all of you. It is rare in this world to find a more dedicated community of learners than I have found here, and I will recall the lessons learned here - in the classroom, on the fields of play and in the dormitory - fondly for the rest of my life.

I tell you this today - it is a wise man who is a friend to all, but it is a wiser man who encourages others to be friendly. Be a wiser man. I know I shall do my best to be one, as well.

May Divine Providence show us the favor we justly deserve!

And those of you who know me certainly know I was not serious in the least when I said I was kidding earlier. I cannot believe I was able to stomach well-wishes for any of you, even false ones.

I sincerely loathe the lot of you, and I would not be surprised to see James Truesdale's father consorting with loose women minutes after we finish the events of the day. To be sure, he is drunk already, which one can tell since he appears still to breathe.

Gaudeamus igitur!

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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

A Wealthy People's History of the United States: Youthful Pastimes: Cartography of the Soul



Not content with the usual pastimes to which the upwardly mobile youth of the day were relegated, such as impromptu vivisection and finance, Jonas’ more adventurous spirit found great exercise in the tasks afforded to those brave hearts known as amateur cartographers. He would regularly and for no fee update many of New England's maps, taking in payment only a quiet, noble pleasure in correcting his inferiors.

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A LETTER FROM JONAS TO THE
NEW ROTTERDAM CARTOGRAPHICAL SOCIETY


Sirs,

Please find enclosed what you, in your unnecessarily flowery literature, deem to be the "latest" and "most-up-to-date" map of the New Rotterdam region - with numerous corrections, amendments and explanatory notes, made by my own hand after the original map led me unawares into the clutches of a nefarious band of French fur trappers, poachers to plain-speakers such as I, in a secluded knoll by Swansapaddock Falls.

I have added the aforementioned knoll to the map, circled thrice in red, as well as sketch of a hidden network of valleys where I was kept prisoner for ten to eleven minutes, if memory serves me correctly, by the aforementioned trappers.

This was an extremely distressing incident, and I will spare you the details of my protracted captivity. I am sure you are as well aware of the common wisdom regarding the personal habits of Frenchmen. I can assure you that Legend only under-states their true nature.

I shall hesitate to take legal action against you and The Society, as I am not one for wasting the Court's time with petty squabbles. For my troubles, however, I would appreciate it if you would discount my membership fees for the next calendar year by 3.5%.

Alternately, I would accept a replacement map that does not smell as if it were kept in trousers in which a young man might have, if given just cause, soiled himself from fear.

Respectfully,
JH

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Monday, June 29, 2009

Excerpt from "A WEALTHY PEOPLE'S HISTORY": Author's Note


A LETTER OF INTRODUCTION,
an OVERVIEW OF A LIFE

-updated June 2009


I have written this book neither for money nor fame. I am writing this book for the most important reason of all - because it needs to be written. I am writing this book because my medium is truth. A potter has his mud, a jazz musician his heroin, and I, my truth. It is time that the world know of Jonas Mayfew Higgenbottom and the history that he created and left behind for all of us to wallow in.

“Why Higgenbottom?” you’re probably asking.

Well, let me answer your question with another: “Does the world need another fawning Thomas Paine biography or FDR ‘lost memoir’ around which the Ed Begley Jr.’s of the world will try to rally their ultra-liberal, wealth-redistributing base - knowing full well that the pretentious tome will inevitably sit, unopened, in the glove box of a used Toyota Prius purchased to impress one’s neighbors in Westport?”

No, of course not.

Instead, this nation needs to be reminded not of its rabble rousers but of its nobler heritage, of its noblest era, of the Gilded Age – America’s most American age! The history of our nation is the history of those who, as it is sometimes said, "moved and shaked." I'm speaking about the wealthy, of course. I know, it seems a controversial thing these days to state the obvious, that the wealthiest among us have had a disproportionate impact on the direction our nation has taken over the last 233 years. But that is the truth, and to deny the truth is to lie and to lie is to sin and to sin is to be unAmerican. So let us move forward as a nation and accept the fact that wealthy people are who they are not because of their money but because they inherently deserve that money, and the unassailable power that goes with it.

Having accepted the necessity for and the praise deserved to those who have more, we must turn our minds to the question of who was the wealthiest, and therefore the most deserving of praise? Thankfully, this question has a quite simple answer.

Of those great men who did gild our cities and industries with the blood and tears of laborer after sooty laborer, none of them is responsible for more gilt than the Dr. Rev. Jonas Mayfew Higgenbottom. That is “why Higgenbottom,” dear reader. Yet scarcely is this great man’s name even found in our historical accounts, save for a few fringe printings from obscure boutique scholars like the stealthy Derwood Phillips’ “Standing on the Shoulders of Migrant Labor: the Higgenbottom Legacy” (Harvard University Press, 4th printing, Pulitzer edition) and the elusive Anderson Tristam’s “Top to Higgenbottom: a history of the abuse of power” (Harvard Graduate University Press, 6th printing, Nobel edition).

Fortunately for our great nation, my tenure at the ultra-selective Goldwater-Koch Institute for Charity Through Fiscal Discipline, located in a highly guarded, secretive locale by a lovely placid lake, has awarded me the academic leisure to discover the real history behind Higgenbottom, as well as those other purportedly titanic personalities most commonly associated with the Gilded Age. The conclusion I’ve come to is that although Carnegie, Rockefeller, and Morgan, par example, were interesting in their own tiny and spiritually misshapen ways, none could stand un-singed before the glorious and uncompromising light of Jonas Mayfew Higgenbothom. *

I expect you will require further proof of this claim than merely my word, however, as any careful reader of history should. Very well, I offer up to you the following indisputable facts as indisputable evidence. I have even employed bullet points to draw the reader’s attention in case this letter finds itself on the desktop computer screen of someone who enjoys "graphic" novels or anyone else less accustomed to seeing the written word not encompassed by a white speaking bubble.

Did you know that:

  • In 1905 Higgenbottom became the first man to circumperambulate the globe?
  • An avid cartographer, he was commissioned to redraw the borders of the civilized world’s maps, settling scores of regional disputes with but a few pen strokes? **
  • He put an end to the dreaded Aztec Menace?
  • He single-handedly repopulated Burma?
  • He built what is still the world’s largest structure? ***
  • He was the sole source of employment in New England from 1900-1906?
  • He mounted a successful private war against the Flemish, paying his mercenaries solely with compliments?
  • He discovered over 100 medicinal uses for tobacco - and debunked two uses for penicillin?
  • He redefined philanthropy with his revolutionary work-to-live incentive programs for the many orphans of his time?
  • He converted the Canadian Druid population to Christendom in one afternoon and still had time to dam a river in Nova Scotia?
  • He was elected for life to the Senate and for decades defeated every socialist bill that came up for a vote, including the bloated Minimum Nutritional Supplement Program Act which would have crippled the economy by dumping millions into the coffers of “fat cat” Philippine-American War veterans too lazy to go out and get new jobs which didn't require the use of all one's legs or arms?
  • He subsidized the building of America’s first and only Slingshot Transit System ?
  • He was also the creator of America’s then-favorite pastime, the Redman Toss?


Yes, Jonas Mayfew Higgenbottom was less a man than an epoch unto himself. With his passing in 1917, the last and best of the Gilded Age’s legends vanished, yet it is my sincere hope that this tome of scholarship, "A WEALTHY PEOPLE'S HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES," with its hundreds of letters, reports, and images documenting Jonas’ deeds, will reignite America’s love affair with her most exceptional citizen – her most American American! It is my sincere hope that this history will serve you as complete a repository of the Higgenbottom legacy as possible and live on past one and all of us that it might teach another generation the credo of this unique man:


IN MEMORIAM
Dr. Rev. Jonas Mayfew Higgenbottom
1855-1917



Yours,
Lewis Thynebury, PhD (honorary)





* This statement is both figurative and literal, since in his late 40’s Jonas purchased a chain of islands off the coast of Jakarta where he ordered the construction of a series of 50-foot statues in his likeness, the eye pieces of which were comprised of powerful magnifying lenses which were permanently focused on a singular point in the Indian Ocean. He did this in order to burn off the billions of gallons of ocean water necessary to maintain the proper level of humidity among all his islands which Jonas believed was best for his health. Travelers who passed through this particular latitude and longitude when the sun had reached the appropriate height however would be accosted by the equivalent of 80,000 lumen (or 200 sunrises) simultaneously. So it is entirely possible that Rockefeller or any other industrialist of the era who happened to be passing through the area could have quite literally visited a portion of the Higgenbottom Empire and been horribly singed by Jonas’ lights.

** Though the maps later turned out to be in error due to Jonas’ mistaking of Florida’s Seminole tribesmen for West Africans, this error does not diminish the fact of the profound trust in which world leaders held Higgenbottom, enough to allow him to redraw their maps and borders during which several nations’ square acreage increased by billions of square feet while others ceased to be entirely.

*** Manhattan’s HIGGENBOTTOM CASTLE is still the only man-made structure visible from the moon, taking up a full 10-block diameter in New York’s Material Wealth District and rising an unbelievable 250 stories mostly straight up (and another 100 below ground!). Surprisingly as large as this structure is, tourists and even local New Yorkers have a commensurately difficult time locating the Castle as the darkness imposed by its sun-blocking prowess is often described as “chilling” and “complete.”

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New DAW Feature: excerpts from "A WEALTHY PEOPLE'S HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES"

We've waited almost 6 months now, until the near-eve of our nation's Independence Day, to begin releasing this following installment. That's how excited we are about it. Half a year's worth of excitement is built up and ready to be loosed all over your screens. Gross? Maybe. Wonderful? YES!

Why did we wait till now to release? Because the 4th of July is a day to celebrate our nation's greatness, our great feats, our great men and woman. Possibly women.

Yet doesn't it seem odd that the greatest member of our heroes past is not represented at all, not in any text book or documentary, that if you asked a random school child who America's Most American American was, the one name that would not come to his or her mind is JONAS MAYFEW HIGGENBOTTOM?

How did it come to pass that the one man to which this nation owes its livelihood and indeed its existence as a world power has been all but forgotten?

For this there is no simple answer. The most we can tell you is that there are powers out there, jealous powers, who have spent decades covering up the truth of our collective past. None of which we knew until we ran across one of the few copies still available of A WEALTHY PEOPLE'S HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES, which we found in a Birmingham, Alabama BOOKS A MILLION store in their Debunking the Liberal Media section. More of a wing really.

Regardless, we contacted the author, and glory of glories, he gave us publishing rights for this special occasion. He even refused any kind of payment. He said that he simply wants our country to be better educated about its great history, about its great heroes, about its greatest man, Jonas Mayfew Higgenbottom. While "A Wealthy People's History" indeed reports upon the lives of several of the other titans of industry, the bulk of this tome is, and rightly so, devoted to Dr. Reverend Higgenbottom, from his early stages at Saint Giles School for Male Youth, to his days of strapping youngmanhoodedness in which he thrived as a professional adventurer/scientist, to his descending yet nonetheless magnificent years in which most of the edifices named after him were constructed, including the world famous Mid-Town Pyramid.

Without Further Ado...go to the next post. Wait, never mind, that actually was a bit of ado. What I should have written was:

With A Bit Further Ado...go to the next post.

So...go do that.

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Thursday, January 01, 2009

"I AM DRUGS" YOUTUBE COMMENTS JUST KEEP GETTING BETTER (READ: INSANE)

Every here and again, a new batch of folks seem to stumble upon the satiric film series I co-wrote with Matt Preskenis (directed by Alan Harris), "I AM DRUGS," winner of the 2005 ECNY Award for best short film, ahem.

And 9 times out of a largely retarded 10, these folks deposit a treasure trove of long posts sharing their misguided wrath. The scariest thing is that most of the time, people don't seem to understand that the 5 shorts are just a joke. That's all. A goof. You know, for laughs.

However it's almost an honor that some folks don't know it's fake, which is always a sign of strong satire, ahem again, mingling the mimicking and mocking seamlessly enough that it's hard to tell the intention of the creators...at first.

But it's partly a horror too.

The description of the short series is right there to see for F's sake:
a five spot pro-drug PSA campaign. First appeared in the comedy sketch show "The Rise and Fall of Saturday Night."

If that doesn't red flag it for ya, by the time you get to, I don't know, say the second short film in the series, you should be pretty aware it's comedy, that we're making fun of actual PSA's about staying off drugs, that we purposefully created worst case scenarios for our spokesmen to sound off about proudly.

Unless you're 90% of Youtube viewers.

Sigh.

And now, I'd like to share with you, once again, I AM DRUGS parts 1-5. Each short will be followed by a screen grab of some of the latest, greatest comments. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. Which is impossible. Since my joy is fueled by hate...which is limitless.

Like Cthuhlu.

ALCOHOL


WEED



HEROIN





PCP



Dimethyltryptamine 42

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