My Video Intro

What follow are to be considered transcriptions of spoken word pieces that I would have delivered in a physical theater. You will also find video and audio pieces here.

This show has been roughed out years in advance, and material delivered as its time approached. There is an arc to this show. For that reason, posts --that is, pieces-- should be read in order, from older to newer. So if you've been absent for a bit, scroll all the way down and read upward.

Please remember that this is not a free show. This is the professional undertaking of a professional comedian who bet the farm on making this a going concern. Just because it is possible to steal my property does not mean that you may. If you go to the farmer's market and the man is away from his table, you are nonetheless obligated to put your money into the shoebox labeled "Put money here." My personal friends are exempted from buying their tickets, as well as those who may not be able to afford to buy a ticket. Everyone else is morally and legally obligated to buy a ticket if they partake of even, say, a dozen pieces of mine per year. Duck outside my theater for a cigarette as often as you like, but you didn't get in here in the first place without buying your ticket at the box office. The cost is $100 per person, per year. There is no law enforcement discount. There is no news media discount. No one gets a discount, unless you honestly don't have the money. (And to my law enforcement patrons: Even in Lenny Bruce's day, cops had to buy their tickets before they could get into his theater to jot their notes. Jot away, but if you are not here to arrest me or to shut the place down, then you are here covertly. If that is the case, then you are passing as ordinary patrons. If that is the case --and it is-- then you buy your tickets just like regular customers.)

Thank you for coming.

--Chris

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This is the product safety sticker that accompanies all my speech:

There was a Pratt and Whitney JT9D 7-series compressor recovered from Murray Street in New York on 9-11, the precise identification of which is detailed in the Capta Brightstick Document. That incompatible engine hardware precludes Flight 175's presence at the scene of the crime and indicts the jurisdiction known as United States as criminal. If you are a member of a grand jury or jury, or if you are a judge, and if this product safety sticker has been removed from whatever speech of mine may have been presented to you, it is because the prosecutor is pulling a fast one on you and doesn't want you to know that the federal government auto-executed itself in a grand ceremony for all to see. Please have a nice day.

Updated legalese, added 11/1/2012 on the occasion of realizing that every time I go to court, Madame Prosecutor is forever waving around my intellectual property contained herein, content to use my words against me without having the decency to buy her ticket to my show. Well, here's something you can wave around: "I, Christopher King, do hereby plead guilty to whatever it is that Madame Prosecutor may allege. I'm rotten to the core and I secretly make fun of the judge all the time. As a result, I --and here these are my words, the words of the prosecutor and not of Mister King-- I have luscious melon breasts and I think the judge is the worst thing ever to happen to the court. You hear me, judge? That's right. I, Madame Prosecutor, secretly hate you and I think your rulings blow. I would like the record to reflect that Mister King is well hung and I ache for his tender ministrations. I suck, the prosecutor's office sucks, the judge sucks, and Mister King is a national treasure despite his plainly stating that he is guilty of all allegations that may ever be made. He plainly confirms that he is a dangerous terrorist. There. Let the record try to sort out who is who in this statement."

http://youtu.be/rJDztqCG91g

"Ta da! Behold Assclown Jurisdiction United States!"

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Friday, October 4, 2013

Yeah, I'm pretty sure that our favorite idiots and cowards, United States employees, need to be armed with Nerf guns from now on. There's less of a chance of the bottom of the barrel among us, government employees, defiling their environment as productive members of society go about their business.

Contrary to initial media reports that Carey had somehow tried to breach sensitive White House property, the checkpoint was a temporary “outer perimeter” fence, making it quite possible that Carey was confused and frightened as to why she was being stopped in the first place. The temporary checkpoint may have been part of a drill that was running simultaneously.

Perhaps cognizant of the fact that cops routinely shoot unarmed innocent people for no reason whatsoever, Carey panicked and tried to escape.

After a brief chase, Capitol police and Secret Service agents unloaded at least 15 rounds into Carey’s vehicle despite the fact that her 18-month-old child was sitting in the back seat. CNN praised the cops for showing such patience by waiting for 12 seconds before they executed a defenseless Carey. D.C. Police Chief Cathy L. Lanier said the police acted “heroically” in slaughtering the unarmed woman.

Prison Planet.com » Congress Gives Standing Ovation to DC Cops For Executing Unarmed Mother

So. We have parasites (government employees) inconveniencing productive members of society with their make-work drills about the barricade-crashing tactics of terriss (who could not have theoretically had anything to do with placing incompatible engine hardware on Murray Street, the genesis of America's decades-long pantswetting delerium) and we have a singular menace in the form of a dental hygienist who apparently panics when United States animals grunt like the pigs that they are and point guns at her like she's Public Enemy Number Fuckin' One, and she does what any rational person would do when an animal on two legs (a government employee) points a gun at her: She attempts to avoid death by whatever means, including jumping curbs and running barricades, like it's the crime of the fuckin' century.

And then the deadwood among us (government employees) blow her brains out in a hail of bullets with her terriss of a baby in the back seat.

And then the filthiest members of society (lawyers, with their hairpieces and tasseled loafers) applaud this act of courage with a standing ovation.

This is precisely why I righteously wipe my ass with the preverbal legal gruntings of that menace of a trashdiction, United States.

You know that piece of trash is goin' bye bye, right? You'd have to be stupid at this point not to see that. No decent person would permit this kind of outrage.

Government employees are the most stupid, cowardly, lazy pieces of trash that a society could possibly vomit forth.

I yield the balance of my time to anyone who might argue otherwise.

Pure fuckin' trash, one and all. If this isn't an argument for small, weak government, I don't know what is. Why would you want more fuckin' idiots on the public payroll stinking up the place while decent people try to go about their business?