5.08.2010
SURVIVAL TIPS
5.01.2010
JOSHUA JACKSON
At the heart of the Joshua Jackson issue lies a completely platonic love of Mr. Jackson's stage, screen and TV work. We first glimpsed him as small little league hocket captain and watched him grow into a teenage heartthrob friend of a guy who has a dock near his house. We watched him as a young adult undergo the temptation of secret societies. Now, we watch him as a man attempting to understand the paranormal as well as his father.
In a way, Joshua Jackson's story is America's story. We grew up innocent but motivated, we embraced love as well as the natural world around us, we fought against a corrupt system and we now deal with an unknown but intriguing future.
Truly, as ERGO folds its wings, we acknowledge the greatest of not only Joshua Jackson, but America.
We hope you enjoy the issue.
4.30.2010
REJECTED IDEAS
Four Movies With Exceptional Presence Of Male Gentalia
POP ROOTS
Is Saving The World Contributing To Men's Hair Loss?
Why Action Male Movie Stars Are Losing Their Quest To Do Good.
LOST PAGES
101 Things You Can Do Tripping Balls
by Timothy Leary with Guest Writers Jack Kerouac and Ken Kesey
SURVIVAL TIPS
Damn Baseball-Playing Kids That Keep Hitting The Ball Into The Azalea Bushes
with Old Man Robertson
4.27.2010
THE HEALTHY BUTTES
4.25.2010
THE MANSOGNYST
A Call For The Obliteration Of ALL Scrotums
Please excuse me for being human, but I'm a little passionate about this issue. You see, in vitro fertization is probably the greatest thing I've ever heard of. Mainly, because it believes that womyn get along just fine without men. And I'm definitely in favor of this.
In case you're not familiar with this technique, I'll flesh it out for you. Let's say you're a womyn. First, congratulations! You are officially an actual human being capable of love, emotions and common sense. Your brain isn't in your dick and your quite comparable with logical thought patterns and not blowing up helpless human beings on the other side of the planet.
Again, congratulations!
This means you never have to worry about meeting a man, going on dates, have him wine you and buy you nice things, believe him when he says he loves you, sit through a dick being shoved into you for about two minutes until he cums all inside and then have him leave you for a pretty seventeen year old.
None of that. You don't even need to feel the pregnancy. You can take drugs!
You see, my dear dear readers, I am very much in favor of this manless technique because it cuts down on 99 percent of womyn's unhappiness, which is, men. We have much better things to worry about. For example, watching Hillary Clinton bow to governmental phallus as a nation of dick worshippers pushes a six foot something tall penis into the White House. Thanks America for sucking Barack Obama's balls!
You see, in vitro fertilization means the end of this charade. With that said, it allows us to accomplish the next feat, which will no doubt save humynity as we know it.
You see, we have enough sperm frozen to continue the humyn race for years to come. And soon we'll have the ability to create sperm in the laboratory via humyn cloning. That said, let's take a look at the positive off-shoot of this.
We don't need men anymore. Now, I mean that in a metaphorical sense. I'm not going to through killing all men. That's what THEY would do. No. But we no longer need these bags of destructive juice we call scrotums because that's where all the problems START. With the in vitro fertilization of the world, men no longer need their scrotums and they can quickly be dealt with mandatory visits to the doctor.
No more wars! No more rapes! No more fucking Bill O'Reilly and his masculine misogynist agenda!
What's more, men can no longer hop in and out of your life and leave you with this huge mess of guilt, shame and what-not. They'll no longer be able to romanticize you by saying how much they enjoyed Jane Austen (even though you think she's mostly, and I hate this word, an egregious cunt...although I though Persuasion was nice) and found Judith Butler's gender criticism enthralling. They'll be able to become friends with your Nigerian adopted son and then leave him with a tear in his eye wondering where his male role model went. And they'll no longer be able to support you in your decision to take up a femininist column in a pop culture blog while they leave you not only high-and-dry in a Brooklyn apartment with nothing but a Skippo and Arm and Hammer in your apartment but then take up a rival column on the SAME blog and mask themselves under the unbelieveably ostentatious and utterly stupid psuedonym THE INFORMED OBSERVER!
That's right, Scott! You heard me world. His name is Scott Malamud and he's a two-timing, lying, son-of-a-bitch fucking whirl-a-fuck mother fucker!
And he, of anyone, DESERVES to have his balls cut off and thrown into the Hudson River.
I'm out.
4.21.2010
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4.13.2010
POP CULTURE FACE-OFF
Spade's devotion to Farley is endearing, but Pegg and Frost formed their friendship long before the bright lights appeared on both of them.
That's part of the reason for this comparison.