No, it does not usually look like that of Robert Deniro’s at the end of the final fight sequence in “Raging Bull.”
Yes, though I am technically not gay, and currently do not believe that our commander-in-chief is doing his job quite as well as he ought to be, I’m sure there are some homophobic right-wing/conservative poopslingers out there that might be so inclined to mislabel me an “Obama Fag.”
No, I did not use the finger depicted to scribble that message on the red, crushed-velvet wall of the elevator in the Pacific Electric loft building.
Apparently some muttonheaded Palin poker left it there for me.
Sure he looks exactly like the dude who sold you those bunk Bart Simpson tabs back at Electric Daisy Somethingorother in 1989/98, and rocks the oud as if anybody who actually listened to modern music knew what an oud was.
But this particular cyber-hippie’s also the “Father of Virtual Reality.” So listen and learn as Burning Man raps about modern humanism and the misdirection of the Google Gods current advertising strategy.
