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Cows
Really
Are
Pretty
Stupid
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GREENER PATURES The
Depraved Moo World of the French Quarter is inhabited by a happy
and hedonistic group of genetically moonipulated bovines, supremely
satisfied with lives of unlimited sex, an endless supply of grass,
and getting their tits squeezed for a living. Other than a chippy
retirement plan and occasional Hoof-In-Muff disease, life for
these moognificent mammals is cushy indeed.
Incubated at Brown's Velvet Dairy, raised in a
society of total conformity and ceaseless pleasures, these hedonistic
heifers live the Mootopian Ideal. They plod placidly to their
SOMA (Sometimes Opiates, Mostly Alcohol) Milk Bars each day to
reinforce their pharmacologically augmented states of well-being.
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Each night, subliminal messages persuade them that
"Cows Really Are Pretty Stupid."
Heeding the words of their herd controller, Moostapha
Mondo, "Never put off until tomorrow the fun you can have today,"
the cows will come home on January 19th to parade in the French
Quarter.
Onlookers can watch them hoof by in contented caste
formation. From the ultra intelligent (for cowsabout the level
of the average New Orleans driver) and athletically gifted Calfa
class (including the udderly fabulous Moolin Rouge dancers and the
Bullshoi ballet), to the Ineptilons, in their goofy milk duds, they
are all anxious to show their teats at any opportunity.
Moohammad Ali (formerly Cowscious Clay) will serve
as Gland Martialler of the heathen herd, leading a cowcaphonous
group of mootations,
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mad cows, moody blues, and the most disappointing
experiment of all, Marc Moorial, lowing because he can't be Mooer
of Moo Orleans any more. Just beware of cud missiles.
In their chemically induced euphoria, the C.R.A.P.S.
Cows will engage in an orgiastic frenzy of udder abandon. There
will be no doubt that this is a Depraved Moo World.
C.O.A
Statement
Le Monde de Merde is offered by the
Krewe du Vieux in the true spirit of Carnival as a venue
for satire and political comment. The views expressed herein
may not reflect those of Krewe leaders or all Krewe mem-bers.
They are designed to entertain and provoke thought. Besides,
ain't none of us got nothin' worth suing for.
All material ©2002
by the Krewe du Vieux.
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LEWD BEACH The "Aquatic Ape" hypothesis suggests
that some time between the appearance of our first primate ancestor
and the arise of Homo Sapiens, our evolutionary history included
an ape adapted to an aquatic exis-tence.
This aqua-ape lived under water, slept under water,
mated and gave birth under water, and even watched TV under water.
Sounds ridiculous? Not so fast, say the mad scientists
of L.E.W.D. In an attempt to predict the future of mankind, the
Krewe is building on this theory in presenting its L.E.W.D. vision
of the future.
Everyone knows the city of New Orleans is gradually
sinking, while the waters of the earth are rising.
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L.E.W.D. research indicates that the city will eventually
submerge completely, becoming the "Lost City of LEWDtopia".
This begs the obvious question: how long can the
residents of New Orleans hold their breath under water before they
either adapt or go extinct? The new theory holds that, in a desperate
attempt to maintain the LEWD and debauched lifestyle, the process
of devolution will begin right here in the Crescent City.
"We will evolve backwards to a previous, more primitive
evolu-tionary state," said a LEWD member. "Perhaps to an aquatic
ape, perhaps to lampreys and hagfish, or perhaps even further, to
trilobites and brachiopoliticians."
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Some observers believe that several steps down this
path have already been taken, as evidenced by the current state
of education, government and lifestyle in New Orleans. Others began
practicing breathing under water by holding their mouths open under
flowing beer taps.
While some investors began buying up soon-to-be-waterfront
New Orleans property, marine biologists lamented the fact that will
probably be no coral reefs (or reefer) in the future New Orleans
Basin. However, divers will still be able to explore under-sea mountains
of submerged Mardi Gras beads, used condoms and needles, empty beer
cans, and the anaerobic stench of stale politics.
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