Rob Beschizza at 9:10 pm Mon, Jun 28, 2010
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Is this another rock-paper-scissors variation?
stalwart communist hero defeats running dog capitalist computer?
Hehe! How about:
Unicorn gores comrade, comrade crashes commodore, commodore calculates the improbability of the existence of unicorn.
The only problem with that game is that the hand gesture for “unicorn” will get you an ass kicking most western countries.
LOAD “UNICORN CHASER”,8,1
I remember those peripherals. Frickin unicorn runs on tape, but at least the comrade could make impressive graphs.
Finally, a unicorn chaser that doesn’t need a unicorn chaser.
Technically, a unicorn chaser that is itself a remix of the thing being chased.
Technically, this is more of a unicorn charger. The guy’s just standing there.
Still, I can’t get those cawl spoons out of my mind!
Serve the Unicorn!
me so horny
Commodity Fetishism meets Metaphysical Idealism meets Social Realism?
This is what happens when you photoshop on drugs, kids.
That’s actually a painting of the little known communist form of execution known as Unicorn impalement. What the commodore’s doing there is anyone’s guess.
Juche! That’s the word I was looking for.
COMRADE: Comrade sense tingling! Something approaches, old friend.
COMMODORE: Something. On. The. Wind.
COMRADE: No. Not on the wind. I told you. My comrade sense… warning me of danger. But from where?
COMMODORE: If. I. Had. Arms. Would. Untie. You.
COMRADE: I know. You said that in the parking lot. Also, I don’t think we’re going to find an outlet on this hill. How are you doing?
COMMODORE: Getting. Tired.
COMRADE: Hold on.
UNICORN (enters suddenly, at full gallop): STABBING HAPPENS!
COMRADE (collapses bleeding): God-fuck. OW! That horse stabbed me.
COMMODORE: This. Is. Probably. Not. A. Good. Time. To. Bring. This. Up… But. I. Think. I. Locked. The. Keys. In. The. Jeep.
COMRADE: God! I’m… dying. Has that unicorn left yet?
COMMODORE: He’s. By. The. Tree. That’s. A. Lot. Of. Blood.
COMRADE: So cold. I never thought our glorious revolution would end… like this.
COMMODORE: It’s. Pretty. Crazy. To. Be. Sure.
COMRADE (Dies): Unnghh…
COMMODORE: We’ll. Always. Have. Barstow.
Thanks Trotsky11, your efforts are greatly appreciated on a dreary morning.
Serve the Unicorn, and the Unicon makes people exciting
Uh, how about a link or a photo credit? It’s so easy to make a profit on your blog when you don’t pay the artists. Leech.
Apart from the man, who is from the North Korean museum’s paintings, I don’t actually know who to cite as the pics were likely from FFFound or other poorly-chained sources. I painted the unicorn and computer (though very closely from the referenced sources) so think it’s fair to present this as an original work. But I’ll be more than happy to link to original photographers if they recognize their work here. I’m sorry about the lack of citation — we always link to our sources. I just don’t know where to link to in this case.
“It’s too bad she won’t live! But then again, who does?”
Why can’t I find any information on this so-called sinchon massacre outside of communist blogs? Even google scholar and EBSCO searches with full text access (I’m at a University) is devoid of solid info.
By the power of Juche, I untie myself from these imperialist ropes, grab the Commodore under one arm, and ride the unicorn in search of a power outlet!
I found the source for the computer and have updated the post.
It’s a man and his PET.
Comrade Commodore Unicorn is the new Selleck Waterfall Sandwich.
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