Albert Camus is to Sisyphus as Albert Burneko is to Wile E Coyote.

Breathtaking stuff,

No, Albert. In the brave new world brought to you by Big Tech the “consumer” no longer exists, having been replaced by an autonomous, liberty-loving, isoaccountable research-purchaser. Yes, this means that a large part of the costs of what used to be product testing and quality assurance has been shifted to the…

Technology stopped marching in 1982 when a group of Palo Alto based engineers recoded it to goosestep.

I have no experience at all with Witcher 3. But “he’d live out of a van with airbrushed unicorns or wizards on it and have a day job at Guitar Center while doing amateur theatre work at night” paints a perfect picture. Thanks!

And here we have the correct answer.

Nicely done.

“Why not get upset about the fact that 1st world countries are STILL living off of the financial rape of other cultures? The rice we buy at grocery chains are widely grown by peasants in countries who are paid pennies on the dollar for their daily toiling, and when Mother Nature plays a hard game, the farmers and…

Yeah. Great.

The point is that it’s a point hardly worth making—since everyone already agrees. see?

Like the morons in state legislatures who want attention and credit for passing laws that forbid the adoption of Sharia Law.

Good Boy! Look how bold you are! Here’s a cookie you brave little thing. Go take your nap now,…

This may be the most shallow comment anybody ever wrote about anything. Other than pumping your sad little member, did you have some actual point to make? Do you ever write anything you know anything about?

Okay, yeah these people suck. And their (deliberate?) ignorance about the social and material conditions of the 19th century is hysterical and nauseating, all at the same time. When the group gets together to stone them, I will happily heave my share of pointy, heavy ones at their heads.

But what’s up with this? “...som…

Good read. Double fuck these people!

I hope their Victorian home is built to Victorian era safety codes so it immediately combusts if someone accidentally points a magnifying glass in its general direction for more than 22 seconds, which, of course would inevitably lead to anyone inside becoming immediately trapped…

Bah! Humbug!

Just brilliant, JRA!

Seriously. Friends and Family of David Brooks, you MUST do everything in your power to see to it that David never reads this piece or becomes aware of its existence.

Brilliant, deadly.

I agree, it is a great line. But I would nominate Albert's description of the NY Times as a "grandfather clock that tells you what time it was five minutes ago" as his best ever. Perhaps one of the best in the history of the Snakish language!

We grieve for Christ on Good Friday. No grieving on Easter. Central Mystery of the Faith. Drink to Jesus' good health.

Me too! Mine used to think swearing in Sicilian between Confession and Communion was a legitimate loophole.

Excuse me. Mr. Burneko, but in this otherwise enlightening and concise explanation of he mystery (Mystery) of Easter, did you mean to leave out (A) an explanation of how the wanton behavior of various pre-Lenten festivals (for example, Mardi Gras) fit into the whole Jesus-is-gonna-die-soon season; and (B) the cool…

I happen to know that my mom fucks like a competition cheerleader with a buzzer ring stuck in her ass! In fact she supports me and my seven microcephalic siblings on tips she earns from the local alley-trade behind our trailer. That woman is a SAINT!

"If that makes me an asshole..." Count on it.