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First, I want to thank everyone for the lovely birthday wishes, which are not only warming the heart as we speak, but also providing a soothing balm for my hangover.  Thanks also to Scripto for buying a copy of Better Living Through Bad Movies — I hope you enjoy it (a reader once told us it was “a very effective bathroom book,” which sounds like praise if you don’t pursue it any further).

Second I’d like to apologize for subjecting you all to consecutive Dr. Mike columns, but as I mentioned yesterday, he wrote two this week, and they appear designed to act — stylistically and thematically — as bookends for his anti-PC pasquinade.  The previous column, as you’ll remember, involved Dr. Mike spray painting a rescue cat black to show the African-American community that he’s down with their struggle, then performing vivisection outside the Women’s Resource Center as a means of moral suasion.  Or flirting.

Today, Dr. Mike is really steamed, and asserts that teaching “mostly poor and black” people to cultivate and cook with fresh ingredients is tantamount to cannibalism.

I’m a college professor and you aren’t. That means I’m a lot smarter than you are and I do really important things with my time…Not all that we do here in the university is in the realm of high-level scientific research. We do things in the community, which shows that “hope” and “change” are not just carried out on the national level…we sent students to the Hillcrest Public Housing Community to host a Fall Community Garden Launch

One expert provided herbs and demonstrated how to grow and cook with herbs from the “progressive garden.” Things became officially progressive when an expert discussed tending pesticide-free gardens. One resident was there to cook collards for participants and another donated corn bread. Collards, corn bread, and roasted vegetables were all on the menu and given out free of charge. There hasn’t been so much community since Jesus broke the bread and fed the masses.

I’m not entirely sure why Dr. Mike is so exercised at the thought of public housing residents being shown how to supplement their diets with healthier foods.  Perhaps it’s the callous rejection of pesticides that wounds him.  Or the fact that poor people are being given free food in exchange for attending a presentation.  At any rate, it explains Dr. Mike’s apparent belief that the miracle of the loaves and the fishes was some sort of Food Stamp scam run by a bunch of dusky-skinned Welfare cheats.

Anyway, here was the agenda for the event (from Facebook:  Fall Garden Launch at Hillcrest)
“The Hillcrest Public Housing Community and UNCW Public Sociology students will be hosting a Fall Community Garden Launch on Saturday, October 24th from 10-12pm. The garden is located outside the Hillcrest Community Center on 1402 Meares Street. Planted in the garden this year will be collards, broccoli and lettuces.

Co-sponsors and contributors to the event are the Southeastern North Carolina Food Systems Program (SENCFS), Tidal Creek Food Cooperative, Progressive Gardens, A Natural Approach, Shelton Herb Farm, Port City Java, Central Rotary of Wilmington, UNCW College of Arts and Sciences, UNCW Public Service, UNCW Campus Democrats, UNCW ECO Club, and UNCW Campus Christian Fellowship. Two prominent local chefs will demonstrate how to use food from the garden: Keith Rhodes of CATCH and Tripp Engel of Brasserie Du Soleil. Margaret Shelton from Shelton Herb Farms will provide herbs and a demonstration on how to grow and cook with herbs from the garden. Evan Folds from Progressive Gardens will discuss tending pesticide free gardens. Resident Sheila Powell will be cooking collards for participants and Tidal Creek is donating corn bread! Collards, corn bread, and roasted vegetables are on the menu to be given out.”

Aside from a faint impatience, if not distaste, for anyone who isn’t him, Dr. Mike doesn’t seem to care one way or the other about easing hunger in poverty-stricken communities.  But he’s really ticked off that all these micro-agricultural collectives and community food banks didn’t make their food-growing and food-preparation event about abortion.  Or his birthday.  He’s a little irked that black people don’t seem to care about that, either.

That’s why the “progressive garden” day was held on October 24, which is also National “Make a Difference Day.” And that’s why I’m so angry that I wasn’t invited. And, so, I’m declaring this Halloween, the day after my birthday, to be “National Make a Bigger Difference Day.” And I’m going back to the Hillcrest Public Housing Community to celebrate. I’m even going to bring refreshments. They’ll be 100% organic and progressive to boot.

Spoiler Alert:  Soylent Green is people!

I got the idea for my progressive refreshment from an episode of South Park, of all places. Taking a satirical jab at embryonic stem cell research the creators of that offensive little show portrayed Christopher Reeves sitting in his wheelchair chopping up embryos in his blender to make some kind of an energy drink. After drinking a few he got up out of his chair and walked.

The point was effective but, of course, no one would want to do such a thing in real life.

Not that Dr. Mike hasn’t gotten a stiffy thinking about it.

But, of course, aborted fetuses are routinely thrown away without any intention of using them in future scientific research. And I think that’s a real shame. Especially since the aborted fetuses are disproportionally black. It just sends a really bad message.

Dr. Mike’s demands are simple:  Don’t feed black people.  And don’t let them have access to abortion or contraception.  Eventually, famine should take care of the Negro Problem the safe and natural way.

So I have decided in conjunction with a local clinic to use these aborted fetuses for a positive health related purpose. High in protein there really isn’t any reason why these discarded fetuses cannot be used to make energy drinks not unlike the ones created on the satirical South Park episode.

There will be some objections to doing this but most of those objections are simply irrational. For example, some will say that this amounts to cannibalism. That is patently absurd. If a fetus is not human then there is no chance that a human eating a fetus – or just small high-protein portions of a fetus – can be dubbed a “cannibal.”

Dr. Mike totally stole this idea from me!  Last month I pitched a project that would appeal to the Twilight fans, about a group of peaceful, ethical, teenage cannibals who subsist on protein shakes made from liposuctioned fat.

(By the way, sharp-eyed readers will have noticed that D.Sidhe anticipated today’s Dr. Mike column in her response to yesterday’s, when she wrote: “Does he at all understand that “A Modest Proposal” wouldn’t have been satirical at all if we’d all understood that cannibalism was something Swift enjoyed to begin with?”)

Some will say that such a drink would be offensive to the taste or offensive in odor. But this must be considered in light of the fact that collards were served just last Saturday on “progressive gardening day.” Anyone who has ever had collards would be hard-pressed to imagine as strong and bitter-tasting a source of nutrition.

It’ll be like that old Folgers Crystals commercial:  “Here at the Hillcrest Public Housing Community, we’ve taken the fine coffee they normally serve and switched it with Zygote Puree.  Let’s see if they notice…”

It really makes sense for people from my university to go to the housing projects to show mostly poor and black housing residents the techniques of progressive gardening. Freeing them from the use of pesticides is undoubtedly good for their health. But by advocating abortion and the callous discarding of the fetuses of mostly poor and black women we undo much of the good we seek to accomplish.

I didn’t see “advocating abortion” on the agenda, but it probably came between the “cooking with herbs” seminar and the pesticide-free gardening tips.  It usually does.

But under my plan we can turn what some would say is a Holocaust into a way of promoting the health of our weakest and most vulnerable citizens. It’s just my way of being progressive and giving back to the community.

I don’t know if this can actually be described as “giving back to the community,” Dr. Mike, unless what the community is giving you is a ton of worthless bullshit.  Which, now that I think of it, kind of makes sense; given your prolific output, you can’t possibly be pulling all of this stuff out of your own ass.

36 Responses to “Dr. Mike is Jonathon Swift, if Dr. Swift Produced Premium Ham Instead of Satire”

you’d think Perfesser Dr Mike PhD would be smart enough to know that you use pureed fetus in shampoo, not smoothies. hell, he’s so far off the mark he prolly uses Placenta Helper as a floor wax

Again, beyond the sheer stoopid that is Dr. Mike’s diatribe, his delivery (ooh, what a pun!) fucking sucks!

At least get some style, asswipe!

Mr. Clevenger,

I, too, purchased and read your guide to better living through bad movies. But since I’ve seen very few of the bad movies you review in your book, I’m obviously still not living better than you.

I’m obviously still not living better than you.

Neither am I, but that’s because I haven’t gotten around to the cupcakes yet. I predict things will improve at that point.

Not all that we do here in the university is in the realm of high-level scientific research.

Wow. Do tell.

I think the Dr. Perfessor got all jealous that Doug Giles’ slutty daughter pulled off a publicity stunt and is now trying to think up something, anything, he can try himself.

What will be his next threatened stunt? To haul old refrigerators out into the public square and shoot them in protest of the alleged ozone hole? To vivisect a sick pig at the emergency entrance of a hospital in interpretive dance to warn of the horrors of the swine flu vaccine? To stuff some poor kid into a condom-shaped balloon and launch it to pooh-pooh the dangers of AIDS in Africa (while he goes to hide in an attic)? To try his own feeding of the poor by launching live turkeys from a helicopter this Thanksgiving?

He can’t imagine food more bitter than collared greens? What kind of honky-ass cracker is he?

Would dark chocolate or a non-Lite beer make him vomit uncontrollably? I bet one of his food groups is “ranch dressing”.

collared greens

It’s a fair cop, guv!

It’s a good thing Dr. Mike is also obsessed with guns, lesbian feminism etc., or I’d suspect him of being a monomaniac.

Well, he hasn’t figured out how to tie abortion to LGBT people yet, but I’m sure it’ll figure in his next imaginary version of performance art. I’m surprised he hasn’t done it already. A thing like that seems right up his…alley.

Collards bitter? Feh. They are the mildest and most amiable of the non-spinach greenery (your chards, your kales, your dandylion greens - all of which are delightful, at least potentially). I fix collards in what I am sure is a very non-authentic (I will not call it “soulless”) way (sauteed or braised with garlic, onions, red pepper, maybe sliced radishes, hot chiles, and whatever else calls out to me from the refrigerator, and the vegetables all get along deliciously. Like the man said, “Call any vegetable, and the chances are good, the vegetable will respond to you”.

As for the rest of the pureed whatever, I’m gonna walk on by, because I am getting it, finally, that I don’t have to pay attention to every damn thing, every damn time.

Closed is the parenthesis, right after refrigerator. thx

Fearguth, the great advantage of Better Living Through Bad Movies is that once you’ve read the descriptions of the movies, you no longer need to see them. Skipping “The Postman” alone is worth the price of the book.

Dr. Mike, I am too a college professor (in fact, I’m a senior administrator, a vice president to be exact), and I have a lot better Ph.D. than yours, so clearly, I’m WAY smarter than you.

I just hope I’m saner as well.

I’m fairly certain you are, Dr. DRE.
I’m fairly certain 98% of the planet is.

Hell, I’m saner than Dr Professor Mike. And I’m still hallucinating zombies, boxes, and G. Gordon Liddy.

D. Sidhe may not regard her hallucinations as “a few of her favourite things”, but I cannot help singing them that way.

Shorter Dr. Mikerodick: Niggers! NIGGERS! Ha ha ha! Hey! Look over here! C’mon pay attention to me! Hey!

Let’s try the old reductio ad absurdum:
If a surgeon, having removed a patient’s leg (for sound medical reasons), proceeds to roast that limb and serve it up for dinner, would the revulsion of his dinner guests — or the illegality of the proceedings in most jurisdictions — prove that the limb deserved the status of an independent person? I think not. But that seems to be Dr. Pr. Mike’s line of argument.
Basically he knows sweet fuck all about human pyschology and about law. What is his field of academic expertise?

Wow. Combining Fred Phelps and South Park to create a worldview is something I never would have considered. Dr. Mike is smarter than me.

herr doktor bimler: “What is his field of academic expertise?”

Craniosphicterology. Wasn’t it obvious? Does he not have an international reputation in the field?

And scott even taunts Dr. Mike: “.. you can’t possibly be pulling all of this stuff out of your own ass.”

clearly misunderestimating the power of Dr. Mike’s mad rectal-extraction skillz. Ignore it at your peril, people, there’s no telling what Dr. Mike’s got in there.

More imaginative, scripto, but not smarter.
And D. Sidhe, or those three things, I’d find G. Gordon Liddy the most upsetting. I’d also be begging the zombies to eat him.
Something tells me it’d wind up being the other way around.

Actually, the boxes are the most upsetting. The zombies are an upgrade from the dead sick fuck from my past I was originally hallucinating, so even though my plan to turn them into Bigfoot never worked, it’s still an improvement. I checked out my crawlspace, and I’m as sure as I can be that Liddy isn’t actually up there, though my partner asked me to ask him what he thought he did wrong to get caught, and he was yelling about the fucking tape for the better part of the day. I stay out of the master bedroom’s walk-in closet, and try to ignore him.

The thing about boxes is, they can contain zombies *or* Gordon Liddy, or things even worse. So boxes turn out to be more disturbing.

I have so fucking got to get my meds right. The insurance company won’t pay for me to see the shrink who plays with the doses again until next year, so in the meantime I’m just trying to cope. Maybe just as well, the shrink in question looks like Big Bird, and I’ve got enough issues.

My partner is a fucking saint, for the record. I’d have killed me months ago.

I can see why the boxes would be the most upsetting-annoying really. A box is such a common household item that it might get confusing-”Is that a REAL box, or just a hallucination?”
Plus it’d be even more annoying if you actually NEEDED one.

Isn’t it so darn amusing how the U.S. idea of mental health care coverage - even if you can score some - is, like, 14 visits or whatever, and then you are maxed out for the calendar year.

D.Sidhe, if I had superpowers, I’d come over and wrangle G. Gordon Liddy and the zombies, and then put them in a damn box, together, sealed for time and all eternity.

You have to wonder is he like this all the time, like when he’s grading:

“F - your paper on the Frendrik the Great did not mention a single fetus.”

Perhaps we should forward Dr. Mike’s columns to the president of his college, and the “Trustees” if the college has them. This is a persn who should not be teaching anyone anything.

Hey, what happened to Allan Erickson? I miss his telling how evil and stupid and damned we all are, and in such an original and entertaining way. (IIRC, he suggested that killing people you love just proves how much you love them, if killing them is the only way to prevent them from doing things he doesn’t approve of.)

Was it something we said?

Was it something we said?

I think he finally realised that the goat we were dangling off the bridge was filled with straw after about a dozen bites

Beware: if you say his name (AE’s, not Dr. Mike) three times, he will appear. And bore you senseless with his copy/paste and ponderous sarcasm.

Right here drones. Watching. Always watching.

Watching. Always watching.

…careful you don’t snag the bushes and set off the motion sensor

Right here drones droning

FIFY

D. Sidhe may not regard her hallucinations as “a few of her favourite things”, but I cannot help singing them that way.

ahem. If I may?

o/Zombies and boxes, and G. Gordon Liddy! Cupcakes and snowflakes and a guy named P. Diddy!

Smack downs of Dr. Mike, tied up with zings!

These are a few of her favorite things!/o

You’re right about that, Mary, there’s a singsong aspect to his name that sort of demands inclusion in a rhyming scheme of some sort.

Here, I’ll try one:

Higgledy-Piggledy,
G Gordon Liggledy,
Set out to overthrow
Democracy.

Higgledy-Piggledy,
Defenestratingly,
Got caught while trying to
Run from the scene.

Thank you! Thank you!
Goodnight everybody!

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