Anthony Bourdain Ruined My Life

vietnamese penis stir fry

I am sorry to hear he took his own life, I understand he was exhausted from traveling the world, eating culinary masterworks, drinking the finest wines and making ass piles of money. It was a grind. In his 40 year career, he’d battled depression, alcohol and drug abuse, Low-T and 176 different kinds of intestinal parasites leading to incessant, explosive diarrhea, dysentery and other digestive maladies. Close friends estimate that he spent around 5-6 hours of every day shitting. They say he rarely made it to a restroom. The toxins from a Somalian Camel Fetus Pizza he consumed in 2011 nearly killed him. The hump was so humiliating, he withdrew and avoided the public. So I understand his pain and I sincerely hope he rests in peace.

This is actually a very gracious gesture on my part, because the guy totally ruined my culinary career, even though I think he meant well. See, I used to run a roadhouse type restaurant back in the day. We served the usual fare – steaks, chicken, catfish, burgers. We even had a veggie burger on the menu. One of our customers ordered it frequently. We called it Earl’s and it soon became the premier dining spot in the whole county. The Baptist Church bulletin awarded us 5 stars for our Creamed Corn. We were rocking.


It was a few years later when the world famous chef and author, Anthony Bourdain walked in with his TV crew. They’d heard of us and wanted to do a feature on Earl’s for his show. We were so thrilled and figured this would be our Golden Ticket to the big time.

But Mr Bourdain was unimpressed with our menu. We had no fois gras, no duck eggs, no goat cheese, truffle oil, squid ink…none of the foodstuffs popular in the best restaurants. He was particularly displeased with our complete lack of knowledge concerning flavor-infused foams. This left us all feeling pretty embarrassed and uncool, so we pleaded with the Chef to help elevate our bill of fare. He happily agreed to prepare a new, signature dish that would lift our ratings into Michelin territory. He asked us to provide a wild Boar’s Head and a turnip, then he went out back and gathered a few other resources.


He disappeared into the kitchen, shooed all our staff away and went to work. He travels with all his own cutlery, pots, pans, EVOO and secret herbal ingredients he reveals to no one. 3 hours later he emerged with his new creation, the epitome of Haute Cuisine – Earl’s House Special Hog Snout Tartare. WOW.

snout tartare

The kitchen staff was stunned and amazed by this masterpiece and fell to kiss his feet. He suggested we price the meal at $60.00 in consideration of our uncultured clientele who might not go for it otherwise. We put it on our menu as a full color spread, named it in French (that let us add $15 right there) and waited for the accolades to roll in.

But nobody liked it. Most of our regular customers wouldn’t even order it, saying it looked like “barf” and they already know what barf tastes like. The local paper called it a “dog’s lunch” – but even the dog wouldn’t touch it. One of our internationally-sourced busboys tried it rolled up in a flour tortilla. We think he self-deported, not sure but we never saw him again.

We held out, insisting this was culture and virtue-enhancing food that all the best people eat. We dropped steaks and burgers from the menu completely and replaced them with Saffron Risottos and Shad Roe and Seaweeds and Mushroom Dust…elite foods targeted at elite palates was our new mantra. The unwashed masses could get their Frito Pie and Chili Cheese Fries somewhere else. We were determined to maintain our new status as a progressive and culturally sensitive epicurean destination, with hip new tableware and indecipherable ingredients that taste like sweaty socks. Like it or not, we had evolved.


Again, nobody liked it. Any of it. Turned out, we had no sophisticated palettes to serve. Only “normal” people who like “normal” food. Incurious food cowards with no desire to explore the rancid fermented flavors of other cultures. Closed minded provincials who’ve never crapped a scorpion in their lives. People who like corn dogs and pork n beans but won’t touch pancreas. Backwoods dregs who eat to get “full”.

All because of Anthony Bourdain and that damn hog head. Foodies suck.

The End.



Couple Of Things

Been kind of tired lately. Not posting as much, sorry. I’ll get back at it.

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Moose Gets A Show On The Obama Channel

Besides Producing and Directing the series, the Prime Wookie has a recurring role as a wrestler. She wears the mask of a typical Pro Lunchador to conceal her identity – so as not to diminish the rest of the cast with her Star Power. See if you can spot her in the promo shot below. And it should come as no surprise to her fans that she is currently undefeated. Her featured supperplex lock is considered lethal.

luncha libre

Oh Noes – It’s A Trade Warez!

Trade Warez are Scary!  You don’t have to visit the link (CNN Money), the article basically points out that Wall Street had no reaction to PDJT’s recent announcement on tariffs. The “reporters” had expected widespread panic and crashes…because “reporters” have as much knowledge of what heats and cools the market as I do, here in Hicksville. They expected an earth-shattering Kaboom.

As for the War itself, we shall be chronicling it’s developments with a new DVD series, coming soon. It will cover the initial battles with the newly-formed Soy Alliance* and should be over in a few days.

*(Canada, Mexico & EU. AKA Axis of Soy.)

trade war

The Soy Alliance Media Wing Issues PSA Rejecting Guns As Necessary For Personal Defense

This Cillizza guy is Pro Grade Soy. Any grown man in blue glasses automatically qualifies for admittance to the top level of Soy Alliance membership, but Chris also lives a truly committed Soy lifestyle. He is an authentic, old-school, easily triggered Soy legend and offers sound advice for everyone in the incessantly anxious Soy Diaspora. So we suggest all Soys should pay attention and take his advice without argument or complaint.

Everyone else is free to laugh. There are no federal protections for Soy.


Clappah The Crappah


Admiral Maximillia Issues Ultimatum

You must admit, it’s inspirational to watch someone in the relentless pursuit of a dream, regardless of the odds. Particularly so when it’s a person forced to overcome strong mental and/or lingual challenges, in order to reach their goals. Like Max.


Of Course I Miss Him. Very Much. He Was My Fodder.

I felt I might owe him a small measure of gratitude in return but then I felt even more strongly that he’s a lying, seditious, double talking, insincere, muslim, leftist, reparationist, opportunist, Pakistani-supported, hack author, thief and weak-ass spy* and I hope he goes to prison.  So, sorry but no gratitude from me, no sir. Not one smidgen.

(*Alert reader Rat Fink will most likely expand this incomplete list, in the comments. Others are always welcome to do the same, if they want. It don’t cost nothin’.)



Well It’s Taco Tuesday

Flashback Edition:


Directing The Record

Want a happy ending? First, we must revise the script…


The U.S. Lost Track Of 1,475 Immigrant Children Last Year. Here’s Why People* Are Outraged Now. *(aka Desperate, Lying Democrats)


Go laugh your ass off at the all new Democrisis Outrage of the Month

Anyway, the “children” haven’t been lost. They’ve all hooked up with family and friends. They are however, struggling a bit to assimilate.

missing immigrant children