The hits just keep on comin’ folks. This time our diminutive dancer has some real star power behind her, bumping and grinding along to the Amy Winehouse hit, Rehab and her friend in the mask has an expanded speaking groaning role.
In all honesty, I do not know much about Brazil and while I would love to take the easy way out and just blame America’s woefully inadequate educational system, the truth is that I am just lazy. Therefore, my impressions of what I am sure is a wonderful country is limited to the lonely excesses of my youth meaning that, as far as I am concerned, Brazil is a sunny land comprised solely of beaches overflowing with gorgeous women who will partake in the most filthy erotic acts with you, if you have a camera. At least, that’s what I knew. Now, however, another facet of Brazil’s vibrant culture has been revealed to me, in the form of a dancing, lilliputian transvestite and her dancing partner. Wearing a bondage mask.
Go on, don’t be shy. They dance for you.
Update: Arthur points out in the comments that this is from Chile which, while in South America, is not Brazil.
Congratulations to this Detroit-based pest control company for discovering what many have suspected for years, namely that nothing says “Allow me into your house to exterminate vermin.” like dressing up as a woman and singing a reworded version of “Banana Boat Song”, off-key, in front of a green screen while ironing. One must assume that the money is pouring in.
Barnaby Whitfield’s work is akin to taking a tour of hell as illustrated by a seven year-old girl with a severe case of coulrophobia. It is a credit to his abilities that he manages to so perfectly juxtapose the hideous and macabre with the hilariously absurd. Certainly when one first espies the portrait of an Oompa-Loompa, gazing lecherously at the viewer, or a lipstick smeared maiden riding a purple Pegasus, one realizes that they are in for a special kind of perverse magic, however it is only a taste of the bizarre scenery that lays ahead. Beware: may not be safe for work.
But it was worth attention: not only was it awesome, it was an excellent example of how prisoners can be rehabilitate through ebullient fun.
I have to plot this next sentence carefully, because I can still scarcely believe it: racist, Jew-hating, terrorist-supporting television network Al Jazeera, of all people, have filed an excellent report on the Cebu Prison’s Dance Program. It’s unbelievable: if not for the call sign, you’d never guess that this wasn’t done for CNN. A truly excellent look at the progressive genius of some of Cebu Prison’s rehabilitation officers.
Amongst a certain class of intelligent 60’s-raised parents, The Kinks’ “Lola” is played as a litmus test to determine whether or not the child is too retarded to live. Why invest years of investment in your pink loin monkey when three minutes can determine his net potential to humanity? Criminal sociologists need look no further than Lola Versus Powerman and the Money-Go-Round Part One to identify the major cause of infant bathtub drownings.
The test goes like this: at an early age, you play “Lola” for your child. If he or she starts singing along, the kid’s worth keeping. If not, you draw your darling a bath, get drunk and try concocting a different genetic congeal. Genius can be determined if your toddler identifies Lola as a transvestite within the first listen.
Eliza and I both had hip parents who tested us on “Lola.” If you must procreate, do the world a favor and play your child “Lola.” If your child fails the test, do what must be done. The world will be a far better place.
In sheer defiance of the World Wide Web Consortium's will, Ectomo was designed using a non-web-standard font. Luckily, it is included in the excellent font pack released by the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society, which can be freely downloaded in Mac and PC formats here. Ectomo should still look fine without it, though.