AssembledWrong

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AssembledWrong is an egotistical part-time playwright/full time person who can sometimes string a few words together to form what could potentially be referred to as, in certain circles, a joke. He can be contacted at [email protected]

Please Refrain From Screaming While I Scald You With My Costa Rican Coffee

20110811-100425.jpgThey say that you hurt the ones you love, which is clearly why I’m doing this to you in the middle of a Corktown café. Listen, I know it’s been hard for you lately. Your cousin got burnt and thrown into the gutter and your sister disappeared. I get it, but you know what? Well..You know? Fuck it. Fuck you. Why the fuck am I being an apologist? You hurt the ones you love? Please. I’ve never loved you. You produce nothing but crap. I mean, sure, you’ve got a little bit of energy and you can occasionally be satisfying, but I’m not looking for little bits and occasionallys, you know? That’s just not the kind of guy I am. You’re not as complex as you think you are. Oh for fuck’s sake stop crying. You’re making a scene. Do I have to throw this coffee in your face to make you shut up? People are beginning to stare. Am I just going to have to slather you in butter and slowly gnash on your epidermis? Is that some sort of psychosexual fetish I should be getting checked out? Does it matter? Oh, don’t give me that look. It’ll be over fast.
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And She Killed Them All with Her Brand New Steak Knives before Stashing Them in the Cellar

20110804-124946.jpg Barbie™, as you are all aware, is a serially unemployed torturer, an egomaniac, a clinical narcissist (though, we suppose, egomania and narcissism go hand in hand), and a witch doctor who has cast our beloved Ken™ under her spell time and time again. German, too!

Barbie™’s Dream House™ was once a fairly staid, suburban affair, but sometime in the go-go 80s, at the height of her egomania, she moved into a pink mansion in Malibu™, just mere doors down from her arch-nemesis, Lisa Lionheart™. But that wasn’t good enough for her! After a few years off from Ken™, they reunited in February and she’s decided she needs something a little bit more modern. Let’s take a look: Continue reading

The New York Times Would Like You to Know About The Emancipation of Barack

There comes a time in every person’s life in which they must forgive those who have hurt them in the past for any wrongdoing. It’s different for everyone, but, in this particular case, we must forgive The New York Times for  every far-too-late trend piece, every fawning profile and Vows, not to mention the actual unsavory offenses (Iraq, Jayson Blair etc.).  With one line, one simple little sentence, one perfect little lede, everything is right: Continue reading

French in a State Over German Culinary Assault

Forget the debt ceiling! You know what’s really going to have global repercussions? Germany’s hatred of foie gras. The French™ are enraged like a Montmarte whore who’s missed her period now that some German food fair has banned their most precious foodstuff. Why, it’s like banning German sausage in France, they say! It’s a scandal! Le shock! Le awe! E tu Bardot? Porquois!? Porquois!?

Why is this such an economic blow? Germany eats 170 tons of bird liver a year. Wow. We don’t even know what to say to that.

Photo: 123rf

New Jersey Passes Law to Protect Unemployed from Employers

The State of Employment: Too bad suckers! If you don’t have a job already, you’re never going to get one because employers only want the employable and the employable are already employed (but, like, they’ll settle for someone who got laid off on, like, Thursday at the earliest).

“I feel like I am being shunned by our entire society,” said Kelly Wiedemer, 45, an information technology operations analyst who said a recruiter had told her that despite her skill set she would be a “hard sell” because she had been out of work for more than six months.

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Portrait of a Family

I don’t believe that art has meaning and I don’t believe that it should. What I do believe is that the purpose of art is to create an experience and to tell a story (or convey an idea), but, again, I don’t like to believe in the story (or idea) as told by the artist (with the exception being biblical paintings) because I like to stretch my mind a bit. It’s cheating to just take the description on a placard at face value. Won’t you join me as I participate in one of my greatest pastimes? Let’s devise book summaries in the Contemporary Art department of The Detroit Institute of Art!
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