Thursday, July 06, 2006

Bohemian Grove Time

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It's that time of year once again where the obscenely wealthy and powerful men of the overclass get together for some homoerotic slap and tickle. The Corsair is talking about The Bohemian Grove which, in 2004, we described thusly:

"While boldface aristocrats like George Herbert Walker Bush, Henry Kissinger, Dick Cheney, John Major, Alexander Haig, Alan Greenspan, Newt Gingrich, Jack Kemp, Colin Powell, and William F. Buckley, Jr., who, Atlas-like, all carry the weight of the free world on their veal-like preppy shoulders, urinate freely among the California redwoods (Ed Note: The Bohemian Grove is all male, because, like, everyone knows that girls have cooties), performing secret Bohemian Grove handshakes, crying into their cocktails over the good old days of the Cold War, dolled up like Tououse-Lautrec girls, doing each others mascara, curling each others' hair, exchanging moist looks, performing torch songs and lurid little Edith Piaf numbers, ultimately passing out in the great outdoors lying doggo next to their hombres, spent, with a sly satisfied smile of world domination gently playing on their thin, blue vampirelike lips, like the Masters of the Universe that they are .."

And spouting Chinese quotations. How can we improve on shit like that? And how could anyone ever mistake this for some Freemasonic-KnightsTemplarish conspiracy. This is not about Satan, people (sotto voce): It's about Sodom. The only conspiracy, dear readers, is the conspiracy of man-on-man action. Let those Ambassadors and corporate titans re-live the musky days of Prep school lockerroom -- Reconnaitre a la Teabag Perdu -- in private.

Avert your gazes and let them frolic freely.

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