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!"

End of product safety sticker.

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Sunday, October 6, 2013

Yet another instance of the useless impeding the business of their betters.

SEATTLE - The government shutdown could also have a big impact on the crabbing industry.

The Alaska king crab season is set to start soon, but all the fishing boats will have to stay docked because the government must sign off on permits and quotas.

Fisherman stand to lose hundreds of thousands of dollars unless lawmakers make a compromise.

The Alaskan crab season only lasts about a month, so every day docked is money being thrown away.

King crab season threatened by government shutdown | Local & Regional | Seattle News, Weather, Sports, Breaking News | KOMO News

In all seriousness, I think we should contract with some superior military force like the Russians or the Chinese to provide a rapid response force to protect the American citizenry from United States animals.

There will be an 800 number that decent people can call when some idiot, government employee welfare recipient waddles his fat ass over to demand that his masters stop trying to earn a living.

And then the fisherman can roll his eyes and chuckle to his buddies about how "this fuckin' animal doesn't know that the world's changed" and how only a pure piece of low-character trash even recognizes a United States law. "You'd think these fuckin' pieces of human waste could catch the bad men after a dozen years. I guess not. So they're going to pout and harass people who have to work for a living."

So then the fisherman pulls out his cell phone and calls the rapid response team and a short time later Russian Spetznaz forces show up and blessedly spare our hardworking fisherman the inconvenience of having to look at this piece of trash of a parasite while decent people try to work.

And then the Spetznaz rapid response team take our fat-assed idiot behind some building and beat the ever-lovin' piss out of him until he's finally psychologically broken and no longer considers himself to be anyone's "leader" or to be "in charge" of anything or even to possess the temerity to look his citizen masters in the eye.

And when that lowest stratum of American society finally understand their proper place in this world, America will finally be righted, its rudder finally recalibrated.

Get back. in your holes. you total pieces of deadwood human waste. Some of us can't be completely useless. Some of us actually have to earn a living.

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[This, by the way, is precisely how Ethan Allen and the Green Mountain Boys operated. Before Vermont was an independent republic, it was territory claimed both by New York and New Hampshire.

Peaceful Vermonters would be minding their own business, tilling the land, when some nobody would march onto the property with a land grant warrant in hand, issued by New York or New Hampshire, claiming to own the property now.

So Ethan Allen and his boys would show up, take our claimant away, tie him to a tree, and beat him senseless. If he came back a second time, they simply killed him.

Problem solved.

Vermont won its independence in record time and I can see why.

Ethan Allen was Vermont Strong.]