Were I less prudent, I'd title this humble screed The Bohemigrant Manifesto. Fortunately, the lesson learned from watching another group of revolutionaries, the erstwhile editorial masthead of New York Press (who failed to live up to lofty promises and self-acclamation before imploding over poorly drawn Danish cartoons of the Prophet Muhammad in the name of Free Speech and the year of our Lord 2005) has stuck.
But…I am not. Therefore, call this what you will. A Prologue, a Preface, a FAQ to who and what we are. The answer to the first two questions is simple and succinct: dorks out to wreak cyber-vengeance on the world with razor-sharp verbal and, more often than not, video “wit.” When we are as outraged as all that, we let the videos do the talking for us. Yep…we’re that major.
Our enemies: the hip, the not so hip, the broken-hipped; even the hippos…if they cross us, you better be sure—we’re gonna’ cross them. In fact, even if they don’t…chances are, we will. We do have more time on our hands, you know.
Our friends: few and far between.
Our casus belli need not be explained. We seek not to destroy, but to create. We honor our forebears by pissing on their virtual graves. Our manhood is secure (and we’ve got the digital cameras and Photoshop to prove it). We love italics. We are the two, the few, the new. Watch out, world. Bohemigrants are on the rise…
But…I am not. Therefore, call this what you will. A Prologue, a Preface, a FAQ to who and what we are. The answer to the first two questions is simple and succinct: dorks out to wreak cyber-vengeance on the world with razor-sharp verbal and, more often than not, video “wit.” When we are as outraged as all that, we let the videos do the talking for us. Yep…we’re that major.
Our enemies: the hip, the not so hip, the broken-hipped; even the hippos…if they cross us, you better be sure—we’re gonna’ cross them. In fact, even if they don’t…chances are, we will. We do have more time on our hands, you know.
Our friends: few and far between.
Our casus belli need not be explained. We seek not to destroy, but to create. We honor our forebears by pissing on their virtual graves. Our manhood is secure (and we’ve got the digital cameras and Photoshop to prove it). We love italics. We are the two, the few, the new. Watch out, world. Bohemigrants are on the rise…
1 comment:
Gee, maybe you guys can wreak even more havoc among the privileged, the non-privileged, etc., if you figure out how to create an additional account on the blog.
It's a good thing that one of you posts videos and the other posts flourishes of literary excitement. Otherwise, I'd be lost.
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