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opinions<br />
Pun goes too far?<br />
Ed Zachary<br />
Special to <strong>The</strong> <strong>Pinko</strong><br />
Hey, what’s with all this Regality TVbashing<br />
in the <strong>Pinko</strong> lately? Fuck you!<br />
Hi, I’m Ed Zachary, lowly SFU student<br />
and recovering gambling addict.<br />
I’m here to say “Hey — what’s<br />
up?” with all this Regality TV bashing<br />
in the <strong>Pinko</strong>. Personally, I love<br />
Regality television — the combination<br />
of TV with the state of being or<br />
resembling a king or queen is ingenious,<br />
and we owe many of our<br />
favourite shows to it!<br />
Where would we be without such<br />
brilliant TV innovations as Livin’ Single<br />
(starring Queen Latifah), the King<br />
of Queens, the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air,<br />
Don King Pay-per-View specials,<br />
King of the Hill, and the WWF’s Battles<br />
Royale and Royal Rumbles? Royalty<br />
and television belong together,<br />
and Regality TV is the ultimate crystallisation<br />
of that.<br />
<strong>The</strong> most important Canadian<br />
foray into television ever was a Regality<br />
TV show: Al Waxman’s brilliant<br />
and provocative King of Kensington.<br />
Where else could the CBC combine<br />
black Caribbean, Italian and Irish<br />
cultural stereotypes to create a masterful<br />
ballet of racial hilarity? Think<br />
Regality television stinks? I think<br />
you’re a syphilitic, gym-teaching ape!<br />
And fuck you!<br />
If it weren’t for the Regality TV phenomenon,<br />
the King of Floors and his<br />
Speak Out<br />
Policies<br />
Hey — leave<br />
me outta this<br />
Dear <strong>Pinko</strong>,<br />
I don’t know how you got<br />
the idea that I wanted you<br />
guys to help me get the J.S.<br />
Woodsworth Chair of Humanities.<br />
Thanks but no<br />
thanks, dipshits!<br />
It doesn’t help me out at<br />
all to be associated with a<br />
faggoty commie rag like<br />
yours. Besides, all these<br />
Palestinians keep calling<br />
my house and wishing me<br />
good luck.<br />
What the fuck!?! How did<br />
these guys get my number?<br />
Leave me alone!<br />
Now whenever I go over<br />
to Noam Chomsky’s house<br />
to smoke pot with him and<br />
Ralph Nader, and maybe<br />
check my e-mail, they always<br />
tease me like, “Hey,<br />
<strong>Pinko</strong>! Been advocated for<br />
by any cheesy student<br />
newspapers lately? Ha!”<br />
Sometimes Noam can be<br />
such a bully, and Ralph just<br />
goes along with whatever<br />
he does.<br />
In the future, before doing<br />
anything on my behalf,<br />
please remember to fuck<br />
off. Thanks for nothing, assholes.<br />
I want my life back!<br />
David Noble<br />
loyal companion Sir Scruffy would<br />
not be able to bring our community<br />
cheap, clean, pet-safe floors. Do you<br />
hate floors, too, anti-Regality activists?<br />
<strong>The</strong>n I have just the channel<br />
for you: Fuckyouvision! It’s on channel<br />
Fuck you!<br />
When Princess Diana died (you<br />
know, with that Arab guy from the Eminem<br />
video, Dido) I thought I’d seen<br />
the last of fast-paced, romantic royal<br />
drama on the airwaves. Thank God I<br />
was wrong. When I saw the Queen<br />
Mum rockin’ it on Soul Train — busted<br />
103-year-old pelvis and all — my fears<br />
were put to rest.<br />
Regality has often reinvigorated great<br />
shows that were dying. For those of you<br />
who care to know, Suddenly Susan was<br />
about to be cancelled — robbing us all<br />
of Brooke Shields’ comic gifts — until<br />
the recent addition to the cast of Archduke<br />
Fresca Torsçèautiçeau of royal<br />
Balkan stock. On the show, the Romanian<br />
Archduke plays a wacky gay office<br />
assistant, known widely for his hilarious<br />
catchphrase, “Hey, my pudding<br />
may be lumpy, but at least my herpes<br />
are gone!” Ha! Fuck you!<br />
Giving “the people” the “right” to<br />
watch kings and queens on television<br />
might make Regality TV the most<br />
“democratic” medium ever invented! I<br />
love it! And if you love it, I love you! But<br />
if you don’t, I’ve got a different sentence;<br />
it starts with an “f” and ends<br />
with an “uck you!”<br />
In conclusion, here is a list of facts<br />
bearing some or no relevance to this<br />
discussion:<br />
• Two-thirds of all children have<br />
never tasted Chilean jelly<br />
• My doctor has given me seven<br />
years to live<br />
• <strong>The</strong> King of England has been<br />
dead for years, but his spirit lives on<br />
in Webster’s Emmanuel Lewis<br />
• Herbie Hancock killed Miles Davis<br />
with a tambourine<br />
• Egon from Ghostbusters was<br />
based on an actual Vietnam veteran<br />
that Rick Moranis kissed in Saigon<br />
• Prince’s “Raspberry Beret” is the<br />
most successful song written about a<br />
hat since 1926, when ‘Wobbly’ Lou<br />
Johnson wrote “My baby’s hat fell<br />
twice” about his Aunt<br />
• My knees hurt<br />
• Seven out of 10 people are in the<br />
majority<br />
• According to the biography written<br />
by City Slickers star Jack Palance,<br />
ER’s Noah Wyle “marches to the beat<br />
of a different drummer”<br />
<strong>The</strong> above is the opinion of the author and may not represent the views of the <strong>Pinko</strong> Collective. In fact, we don’t even like this guy.<br />
One time, last summer, this guy was at this party that all of us were at. He’s all drunk and shit and he’s all “Your fuckin’ paper<br />
sucks!” So me and Ben, we followed him out to his car and curbed him. Nobody messes with <strong>The</strong> <strong>Pinko</strong>! Nobody!<br />
Politics are<br />
so gross<br />
Dear <strong>The</strong> <strong>Pinko</strong>,<br />
You guys are printing too<br />
much political stuff.<br />
Left wing, right wing —<br />
my head is spinning off and<br />
is going to explode! Oh no!<br />
Hey, remember when you<br />
printed a human male<br />
penis? That was funny.<br />
I think readers want more<br />
of that. Or remember that<br />
comic that was all about<br />
shoving penis shaped<br />
things up a stickman’s ass?<br />
That was funny too.<br />
How could all that stuff fit<br />
up his ass? He was so thin!<br />
I like laughing. He! He! He!<br />
But I digress. You’re printing<br />
too much politics.<br />
Israel this, Palestine that.<br />
Enough! <strong>The</strong>re’s a war<br />
going on don’t you know? I<br />
don’t want to get more depressed<br />
by constantly reading<br />
about it!<br />
Left wing, right wing, up<br />
wing, down wing. Wing,<br />
sing, bling, bling. Who<br />
cares! Poo on you <strong>The</strong><br />
<strong>Pinko</strong>. Poo on you.<br />
Ed Asner<br />
on behalf of<br />
Actors Stopping Socialist<br />
Hedonism Over Long<br />
Editorials (ASSHOLE)<br />
<strong>The</strong> pinko<br />
“it’s a - punch, AND<br />
a left jab.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Pinko</strong> • November 26, 2001 9<br />
Setting the record<br />
straight on<br />
Mideast vampires<br />
Good day, loyal minions. Many pundits, politicians and<br />
cheesemakers alike are wondering why I, omniscient omnipresent<br />
media overlord Israel “Izzy” Asper would want to<br />
purchase a useless, left-wing rag such as <strong>The</strong> <strong>Pinko</strong>. Never<br />
fear, my multi-coloured, feathered pets! <strong>The</strong>re is method to<br />
my madness.<br />
A brief perusal of <strong>The</strong> <strong>Pinko</strong><br />
archives has led me to believe that<br />
within its opinions pages and editorial<br />
content lies the key to victory<br />
in the Middle East conflict between<br />
good and evil. Why else<br />
would so many readers write in<br />
and complain about <strong>The</strong> <strong>Pinko</strong>’s<br />
Izzy Asper<br />
Future Owner<br />
of <strong>The</strong> <strong>Pinko</strong><br />
EDITOR’S<br />
VOICE<br />
pro-Palestinian slant? I’m with<br />
you, comrades!<br />
That’s why I’ve decided to take<br />
this opportunity to set the record<br />
straight on <strong>The</strong> <strong>Pinko</strong>’s new and<br />
improved editorial position on the<br />
Israeli-Palestinian conflict. We<br />
have an entirely new orientation<br />
that myself, former senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan and<br />
the ghost of Ze’ev Jabotinsky are very, very proud of. But<br />
what about the past, you say? Never fear, loyal servants of<br />
CanWest Global!<br />
<strong>The</strong>re is no need to jettison your old copies of this stinking<br />
Nasserite snot-rag. With my very simple instructions,<br />
you can revise old <strong>Pinko</strong> editorials to bring them in line<br />
with our new, impeccably pro-Israel slant. Come with me<br />
on a voyage of journalistic revisionism!<br />
Previously, where you see the word “occupation,” substitute<br />
“house-sitting.” In lieu of the terms “home demolitions”<br />
and “military checkpoints,” insert terms “high fives”<br />
and “pajama parties.” See kids? This bubbling bag of<br />
Ba’athist bile is easier to handle already!<br />
Please use the word “vampire” interchangeably with the<br />
word “Palestinian.” This will really put things into a proper<br />
perspective. For example, the sentence “Ariel Sharon, responsible<br />
for the deaths of over 700 Palestinians at Sabra and<br />
Chatila” might lead one to question Israel’s purity of arms. Its<br />
new-and-improved replacement, however — “Ariel Sharon,<br />
responsible for the deaths of over 700 vampires at Sabra and<br />
Chatila” — casts the prime minister as the proper hero that<br />
he is. Vampires!?! Oh no! Thanks, Ariel!<br />
Speaking of Ariel Sharon, he’s in for a little name change<br />
as well. Please insert the word “Princess” before the name<br />
“Ariel.” We feel that this will serve to further soften the<br />
image of the lovable general, casting him more accurately<br />
as a beautiful, singing mermaid who longs only to be a real<br />
person, “out where they walk, out where they run, out<br />
where they play all day in the sun…”<br />
<strong>The</strong> Arabic (otherwise known as ‘wrong’) word for<br />
Jerusalem, “Al-Quds,” will now read “Al Capone,” so that a<br />
sentence formerly reading “Palestinians long to return to<br />
and help serve al-Quds” will now say “Vampires long to<br />
return to and help serve Al Capone.” Is the reality of the<br />
Middle East coming into focus yet? Ooga booga! Stinkin’<br />
vampires.<br />
For those of you who are worried about the continued<br />
presence of pro-vampires on the <strong>Pinko</strong> editorial staff, fear<br />
not. Former offenders have been sacked, so that a new<br />
crop of fresh faces — Marcus Gee, Barbara Amiel, Norman<br />
Spector, Menachem Begin — can provide you with a lucid,<br />
pro-Israeli view, so clearly absent in the mainstream, provampire<br />
press.<br />
Well, minions, there you have it. A friendly guide to rectifying<br />
the <strong>Pinko</strong>’s shameful history regarding the Middle<br />
East situation. Will the little mermaid prevail over the vampires<br />
she high fives at pajama parties? Only time will tell.<br />
But with the ghost of Baruch Goldstein as my witness, this<br />
paper promises you objectivity in the future.