Ground Work



Come and see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I’m being repressed! Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!

Pero las llamas son peligrosas. Si usted ve una llama donde hay gente nadando, usted gritar: ¬°Cuidado! ¬°Llamas! Hey! Your nose is going to be three foot wide across your face by the time I’m finished with you!

This morning, shortly after 11:00, comedy struck this little house on Dibley Road. Sudden, violent comedy. I will not have my fwends widiculed by the common soldiewy. Anybody else feel like a little… giggle… when I mention my fwiend… Biggus… Dickus? Is your wife a goer, eh? Know what I mean? Know what I mean? Nudge, nudge! Know what I mean? Say no more!

Oh, king eh? Very nice. And how’d you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers. By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. We interrupt this program to annoy you and make things generally irritating.

Manacles! Ooooh, my idea of heaven, is to be allowed to be put in manacles. Just for a few hours. They must think the sun shines out your ass, sonny. Hegel is arguing that the reality is merely an a priori adjunct of non-naturalistic ethics, Kant via the categorical imperative is holding that ontologically it exists only in the imagination, and Marx claims it was offside.

I object to all this sex on the television. I mean, I keep falling off!

The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your king.