DU for guests (updated 10-10-08)

[franksolich]

The History of Skins's Island.  DUmmieland, or Skins's island, was founded in late January 2001, after George Bush had been sworn into office, Alphonse Capote Gore having tried to steal Florida and failed.

The Democrat Leadership Council (DLC), having ascertained that their presidential candidate had lost in November 2000 because of fringe elements, lunatic elements, extremist elements, in their own party shooting off their mouths, offending decent and civilized people, decided that while it was not wise to disavow such supporters of the Democrat party and Democrats, it might be okay to hide them away from view of the general public, so as to not offend.

Sort of like in the old days, stashing Retarded Johnny or Crazy Aunt Millie up in the attic.

At the same time, my fellow alum Skins (official name: "Skinner") was without a political job, and the DLC wished to keep him around and active.  Skins had previously worked for the senior U.S. Senator from Delaware, the Levin brothers (U.S. Senator and U.S. Congressman) of Michigan, and U.S. Congressman David Bonoir from Michigan.

There wasn't room for my fellow alum on any other congressional staffs, and besides, Skins had started a web-design business along with the British subject Lord Marblehead (official name: "EarlG"), and was doing well with that, turning out some really good, top-notch, high-quality stuff.

Skins was persuaded to undertake this new political web-site as a part-time deal, a hobby.

Alas for my fellow alum, it turned out a bit too much, what with all the whining, griping, moaning, complaining, cursing, self-pitying, of the members.  My fellow alum had hoped for some sort of high-class forum involved in Aristolean dialogue, but the world got DUmmieland instead.

Of course, sensible political dialogue was never intended for Skins's island; the purpose of DUmmieland was to identify, attract, and sequester the weirds, the whacks, the extremes, the lunatics, in some small place far isolated from the real world, where the primitives could yell-and-scream and spew forth their Hate and intolerance in obscurity, invisible to decent and civilized people who might be offended.

Imagine the damage the DUmmies could do, to Democrats and liberals, if left alone to wander all over the internet; with Skins's island, the primitives are kept corralled in, controlled.

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The Name. The most popular name for DemocraticUnderground--that is, the most popular name off my fellow alum's island--is "DUmmieland," whose origins are obvious.

The word has been around a long time, probably since circa mid-2001, but was popularized across the internet by P-J Comix's most-excellent DUmmie FUnnies on freerepublic.

"Skins's island," which is synonymous with "DUmmieland," was coined in late 2007, and is derived from "Skinner," the CEO of DemocraticUnderground, "Skins" having ostensibly been his nickname while playing rugby at Yale; and of course, "Skins's island" dovetails in nicely with the image of the DUmmies being primitives on a lonely island somewhere out in the vast seas.

Both terms are equally appropriate for use in all circumstances, but generally, "DUmmieland" is used when one gets the impression of Skins's island as some sort of fantasyland, wonderland, wolkenkuckucksheim, dreamland.

And, generally, "Skins's island" is used when one gets the impression of DUmmieland as being inhabited by cruel barbaric violent bloodthirsty savages and beasts who understand nothing but the lash.

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The Names. The usage of "DUmmies" and "primitives" varies a slight bit, but both terms are interchangeable.

The origin of "DUmmies" is obscure, but it is reasonable to speculate it first appeared on freerepublic circa mid-2001 (DemocraticUnderground having been founded in late January 2001), and was further popularized with P-J Comix's most-excellent DUmmie FUnnies in autumn 2004, and has since spread all through the internet.

"DUmmies" is derived, of course, from the acronym for DemocraticUnderground.

Many members of DemocraticUnderground protest at the name "DUmmies," but what is one to do?

My fellow alum Skins and the Democrat Leadership Council, which founded DemocraticUnderground are to be blamed; they picked the name "DemocraticUnderground," without pausing to think how the acronym would bring scorn and derision to Skins's Island.

If Skins and the Democrat Leadership Council had picked a name for Skins's island less amenable to a ridiculous acronym, then "DUmmies" would never have been invented.  Of all the possible variations of "DU," "DUmmies" was so obvious a blind man could see it.

So if someone doesn't like the term "DUmmies," blame my fellow alum and the Democrat Leadership Council.

Sometimes DUmmies refer to themselves as "DUers" on Skins's island, but from an aesthetic, er, unaesthetic, viewpoint, "DUers" doesn't cut it; the word itself looks very much like the profile of a Hapsburg, what with its sagging nose.

And so "DUmmies" it has to be; nothing else even comes close.

"Primitives" was coined on conservativeunderground, circa mid-2007.

A member of conservativeunderground, who sees words as pictures, images, was one day on Skins's island where the DUmmies were discussing the impeachment of Richard Cheney; for some reason, the discussion conjured up an image of angry painted dirty-loinclothed savages sitting at a camp fire, passing voodoo dolls of the vice-president around, grunting and groaning in slobbering ecstasy, smirking and wiggle-waggling their armpits at each other.

The term "primitives" is NOT meant to be derogatory of the natives of the South Seas, who of course live in a time and place much different from our own.  An environment hostile to the well-being of mankind, where one does what one can, to survive.  A decent civilized person could survive in such a place perhaps half a day, a primitive from Skins's island no more than half an hour, and a sub-primitive surely no more than a couple of minutes.

So when one thinks of the primitives of Skins's island, one has to think of them as European-derived primitives and sub-primitives, as Skins's real-estate is 97.8% or 98.7% (I forget which) white.

The primitives on Skins's island observe and practice many certain rituals also noticed by anthropologists studying natives of the South Seas, especially during the last half of the 19th century and the first third of the 20th century.

As mentioned before, "DUmmies" and "primitives" are interchangeable terms for the same thing, although one tends to use "DUmmies" when the primitives are merely being stupid, and "primitives" when the DUmmies are being savagely uncouth and barbaric.

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The New Names. Sometimes someone new here gets confused about certain names used by members, to describe a DUmmie, or a primitive.

This is, generally, because the DUmmies are so silly, the primitives so uncultured, in selecting screen-names for themselves in DUmmieland, on Skins's island, that they cry out for re-baptism with a more-appropriate name.

Usually members here identify a DUmmie, or a primitive, with a more-appropriate name that is derived from the original screen name as used over there.

"Skins," for "Skinner," is self-explanatory, for example.

Or "the operator" for "OperationMindCrime" or "the left-handed attorney" for the now-mausoleumed "OldLeftyLawyer."

Or "the orange marmalade primitive" for "marmar," for another example.

Or "the subway cat" for "UndergroundPanther," or "phalloscraper" for "philorapter," formerly "MoPaul."

Some DUmmie names beg for elaboration.  "Horse with no Name" has been "the unappellated eohippus" for quite some time, and a few times "the nonmonickered equine," but it always seemed to need something more, and so a member devised the name "Ms. Ed the unappellated eohippus," thinking of a television show about a talking horse popular during the early 1960s.

The "stoned red-faced primitive" for "Redstone" was later elaborated on further, as the title seemed too meager to describe the personal qualities of the stoned red-faced primitive, and so the "bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive" evolved, illustrating his hot temperament.  (And yes, the stoned red-faced primitive once got some jollies out of smashing his fist into the beak of an innocent harmless bird; he admitted it.)

"Bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive" is awesome, musically, lyrical; it bubbles off as if a harp being played alongside a flowing brook.

Some new names for DUmmies and primitives bear no resemblance at all to the official screen-name, such as "Doug's ex-wife" for "sfexpat200" or "Pedro Picasso" for "Atman" or "Oscar Wilde" for "Cyrano" (sometimes referred to as the "large proboscised primitive") or "Fat Che" for BenBurch.

Such non-resembling new names are a result of one getting to know the particular DUmmie or primitive better, over time, during which long time the DUmmie, or primitive, has revealed characteristics about himself that beg for a more-realistic name.

"sfexpat2000" is just a really stupid combination of letters and numbers; "Doug's ex-wife" humanizes her, feminizes her, puts a heart and a soul into her that her official screen-name denies.

"Fat Che" is generally and popularly and widespreadly considered to be one of the most brilliant names ever contrived on the internet, and it's s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o apt of a name; the way one imagines Fat Che on the internet is usually remarkably close to Fat Che in real life, his belly hanging down in front of him as if an apron.

It is NOT considered inappropriate or ignorant if someone, especially a newcomer here, interrupts a thread to ask, "Who's this 'malicious cartoon character primitive' to whom you're referring?"

If one doesn't know, it's perfectly okay to ask.

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Characteristics of DUmmieland, Skins's island.  The DUmmies, or primitives, have many characteristics strongly reminescent of lesser-developed societies, chief among them their fanciful imaginings of the wider world.

Since the DUmmies live on an isolated island, and have no idea of the real world, they are compelled to create fantasies of what lays beyond the water; dragons and monsters and all sorts of beasts.

Or, as the primitives imagine history to have been, or economics or sociology or civics or religion are; all sorts of fanciful fire-breathing deformed miscreations that bear no resemblance at all to real things.

Despite their utter ignorance, DUmmies imagine they possess a sort of intellectual and moral superiority over those out here in the real world, as if they are the cultured, and we the savages.

Of course, the primitives are fooling only themselves.

On matters carnal and spiritual, DUmmies succumb to the base one.

Primitives, generally, have no desires other than simply to eat, sleep, possess the latest in electronic toys and glittery trinkets, and if one can get something going, hop around in the sack, the more partners the better.

The DUmmies tend to think of themselves as "beautiful people," when in both body and soul, they actually repel; they oftentimes self-indulgently post photographs of themselves, and are offended when those in the real world look at them with revulsion.

The "average" male primitive is in his mid- or late-50s, early 60s, pot-bellied or worse, thinning or little hair each strand of which is desperately kept long; the "average" female primitive tends to be three or four years younger, and about half the time, as hefty as her brother primitives.  The female primitives not as bulky tend to wear wire-rimmed eyeglasses and a bitter, Hate-filled grimace.

The DUmmies are both individualists and an amorphous lynch-mob; individualists when it suits their selfish egos, and members of the lynch mob when compelled by the lash of group-think.

Each primitive wishes, really, to be distinctive in his own right, but the lash is harsher.

The greatest fear of DUmmies is to be booted from DUmmieland, away from those things familiar to one.

Exile from Skins's island means re-location to some smaller place, even further out in the wide ocean, and the primitives in those places may not be as accepting as those on Skins's island had been.

Finally, DUmmies have a high mortality rate; not many survive.

Out of nearly "117,000" primitives, there are actually only circa 5,000, which appears to be the natural maximum population of Skins's island.

[franksolich]

Observing the DUmmies, or primitives.  The easiest way to watch the DUmmies in their natural state is simply by going to Skins's island itself; alas no link provided in case my fellow alum Skins has a cow about it.

One can join DUmmieland, but caution--not just anyone can get onto Skins's island.  Skins keeps a close eye on newcomers, and the slightest whiff of mischiefery, and pfft! one is gone.  Some register, but never even get accepted, for reasons known only to my fellow alum, Lord Marblehead EarlG, and the elusive enigmatic Elad.

If one is serious about penetrating DUmmieland, as a mole or a troll, it is suggested one first read the DUland Adventure Project, http://duhlandadventures.freeweb-hosting.org/moletips.html.  Some of the information may be outdated, but it is always worth a try.

Most decent and civilized people, however, observe the primitives through the "filter" of web-sites less amenable to coarse language and other brutalities.  These web-sites also give comments of decent and civilized people, about the antics and barbarities of the DUmmies.

The oldest and best-known such web-site is perhaps http://www.conservativeunderground.com/.  The site deals with issues other than simply DUmmieland, and one has to go to the "Best/Worst of DU" forum to find the primitives, and observations of them.

The most famous such web-site is perhaps http://dummiefunnies.blogspot.com/, the world-famous DUmmie FUnnies by the remarkably talented and witty P-J Comix, with assistance from the equally talented and witty Charles Henrickson and Paul Heinzman.

However, most prefer to read the DUmmie FUnnies at http://www.freerepublic.com/tag/bloggers-forum/index, a part of freerepublic, one of the oldest and certainly the largest political web-site on the internet.  There are a great many bloggers posted on freerepublic, and so one has to look for the DUmmie FUnnies, but it's well worth the time looking, not least because of the hundreds of comments left by decent and civilized people.

And then there is http://www.conservativecave.com/, this place.  Bonfires from DUmmeland tend to be spread throughout the forums; nearly all of them end up in the DUmpster, but some are to be found in the automotive, cooking, and hobbies forums.  And even three or four in any of the remaining forums.

If anyone is aware of any other site observing Skins's island, please contact me, franksolich, at sfexpat2000@gmail.com  The illumination would be greatly appreciated.

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Measuring the primitives, or DUmmies.  conservativeunderground, the DUmmie FUnnies, and conservativecave are, essentially the FDA (Food & Drug Administration) testing the integrity of the DUmmies.  Surely the primitives of Skin's island have no objection to this sort of regulatory oversight, they always being in favor of it in all other areas of life.

The chief job of the FDA, of course, is to check to see if a product is what it says it is; if it meets its own standards and claims.....and to publicize those instances where a product has lied about its quality, characteristics, and benefits.

The primitives, the DUmmies, set their own standards, on which decent and civilized people evaluate them.

A DUmmie, for example, might claim to be a virtuous person.

It is then the job of conservativeunderground, the DUmmie FUnnies, and conservativecave to examine those claims, to ensure that the virtuous primitive is indeed what he says he is, virtuous.

Another primitive, for another example, might claim to be "socially sensitive" to the needs of others.

It is then the job of conservativeunderground, the DUmmie FUnnies, and conservativecave to examine those claims, to ensure the tolerant DUmmie is indeed what he says he is, tolerant.

A third DUmmie, for a third example, might claim to be inspired by higher things, non-materialistic.

It is then the job of conservativeunderground, the DUmmie FUnnies, and conservativecave to examine those claims, to ensure the non-worldy DUmmie is indeed what he says he is, non-materialistic.

Again, the primitives, the DUmmies set their own standards by which they are judged.

Take the Bostonian Drunkard, the illiteratii to the Dummies.

The Bostonian Drunkard writes much, but would otherwise be ignored by decent and civilized people, excepting that the Bostonian Drunkard some time ago set the "standard" against which he must be judged.

The Bostonian Drunkard alleged himself to be a literary genius.

Okay.

And so the Bostonian Drunkard has foreversince been judged against that standard, the standard for a literary genius.  It is not the fault of decent and civilized people that the Bostonian Drunkard has fallen considerably short of his own standard.

If the Bostonian Drunkard had simply written what he wrote, without attaching the label of "literary genius" to himself, his life perhaps would have been considerably less tumultuous.

But that's his fault, not the fault of people trying to assess him according to a standard he himself set.

In the entire sordid tawdry history of Skins's island since January 2001, no "product" has "passed;" no DUmmie or primitive has lived up to his claims about what he is, but one can always hope.

[franksolich]

The classification of primitives, or DUmmies.  There are about 5,000 DUmmies, or primitives, at any given time, and one is loathe to "stereotype" them, but at the same time one can reasonably assort them, roughly, into several categories.

The primitives tend to be mobile, going up and down (but usually down) on the classification scale constantly.

Non-primitives in DUmmieland.  These are inhabitants of Skin's island who, really, don't belong there, but as so often happens in life, one ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time among the wrong people, and makes out the best he can.

Not to split hairs, but there are two different sorts of non-primitives; the sort who remain only on DUmmieland but express lucid thoughts, and the sort who, not necessarily being lucid in thought, wander away out into the real world once in a while.

Among examples of the first sort are the operating one ("OPERATIONMINDCRIME"), the always-polite magisterial one ("the Magistrate"), and to some extent, the cuckoo clock ("KoKo01") and "Kali" (from southern Texas; not to be confused with the Obamaite "cali" primitive, a Vermontese, and a third-tier primitive).  This group has a very high mortality rate; they're in an environment hostile to them.

Examples of the second sort include the buzzy one ("Buzz Clik") and the nocturnally foul one (the "Night Owl"), and perhaps--the jury is still out on this one--even Pedro Picasso ("Atman"); these are inhabitants of Skins's island who've wandered onto other islands, and even out into the real world.

By daring to leave DUmmieland, by seeing the world outside Skins's island, they are henceforth doomed to be looked upon with Great Suspicion and Distrust among the primitives.

The greatest non-primitive is, of course, my fellow alum Skins, who reminds one very much of a Presbyterian missionary, leather shoes, three-piece suit with watch-fob on the vest, eyeglassesed, hatted, carrying a parasol and Bible, crashing through the thick brush, wondering why the Hell he's here.

First-tier primitives of Skins's island.  These DUmmies are generally primitives with real-life accomplishments, real-life achievements; the stellar examples being the now-gone-away Elizabeth Edwards or the Leona Helmsley of DUmmieland, the "flyarm" primitive.

It's true the "flyarm" primitive lives in Streisandian luxury and opulence, but there was a time when Leona was poor and downtrodden, a working-girl airline stewardess.  Of course, that was a very long time ago, back when airplanes had propellers, but that she managed to rise, by hook-and-crook, from her humble background says something for Leona.

Another example of a first-tier primitive is the carpetbagging maternal ancestress, "Raven," the mother of the Bostonian Drunkard who, defying family convention, just like former vice-president Dan Quayle, attended night classes at law school, and became as her father and brothers were, and are.  She never seems to have gotten off the government teat, holding only governmental jobs, which of course is a "minus," but on the other hand, a single mother getting through law school while raising a little heir is no small accomplishment.

Second-tier primitives in DUmmieland.  Those in the second tier are a more-modest version of the first tier; these are primitives still "in process," slowly moving towards first-tierdom.  The best example of a second-tier primitive is the legendary herb primitive, "Mythsaje," who actually has and holds a real job, a job actually in the private sector instead of on the governmental payroll.

And there's the cboy4 primitive, who unlike his main distractor the grazing primitive ("jgraz"), a rich kid raised in the lap of affluence and luxury, not only a silver spoon, but a whole set of silver dinnerware in the mouth, has taken some, uh, rather rough lumps and bumps in life, not always bearing under them gracefully, but oftentimes bearing under them the best he can.

If the primitives on Skins's island were issues of stock on the stock-market, second-tier primitives would prove the best "investment," what with their promise of growth (as compared with the "mature" issues of first-tier primitives).  Now, "promise" and "what actually happens" can be two different results, a mixed bag, but if I was "investing" in primitive shares, it's the second-tier primitives I'd put most of my funds.

Third-tier primitives of Skins's island.  Third-tier primitives are, generally, the "leaders" of the pack, the instigators of the unterprimitiven, the faceless lynch mob burning crosses and tying nooses against all that is good and decent, from George Bush to unborn infants.

Here is where some confusion appears, because of the dysmenopausal Kansas school teacher (the "Proud2BLib" primitive), who actually occupies two tiers, but fortunately the dysmenopausal Kansas school teacher is a rare exception.  In her capacity as a third-tier primitive, she can whip the unterprimitiven into a mad frenzy with her fanciful tales of a pal who has trouble voting, or another pal whose hotel room was bugged.

And there's the American Nana, the "NanceGreggs" primitive, another quickly-ageing baby boomer, who believes herself still a cheerleader in high school, stirring up the lynch mob with chants and exhortations; meaningless and even silly, but spoken with great enthusiasm and vigor.

The malicious cartoon character primitive, the "KelvinMace" primitive, used to be a stronger third-tier primitive than he currently is, but he still holds some mild spark.  The onset of the ever-quickening years, and the corrosion of Hate and malice, and the pursuit by bill-collectors, and the relentless internecine war within himself, "reason" at war with "emotion" (with emotion generally winning), have crippled his leadership of the unterprimitiven; it's still there, but it's fading.

The unterprimitiven, or lynch mob, of DUmmieland.   The untermenschen of Skins's island of course are circa 95% of the inhabitants there; the drones, the faceless crowd, an amorphous blob that wiggles and jiggles in one direction or another, per the orders of the third-tier primitives.

The les risibles primitives, the laughable ones; the bottom-of-the-barrel primitives.  These are the primitives whose mere being is so ludicrous, so ridiculous, so preposterous, they cannot possibly be taken seriously, even mildly seriously, by decent and civilized people.  They inspire only snorts of derision and belly-rocking laughter, they're so funny.

The best example of a bottom-of-the-barrel primitive is the subway cat, the "undergroundpanther" primitive.

No further comment necessary.

And there's the lying tits primitive, the "TomInTib" primitive.

No further comment necessary.

A former example of a bottom-of-the-barrel primitive used to be the burdened primitive, the "Tyler Durden" primitive, but as he's been kicked off of Skins's island, no further comment necessary.

And of course richboy playboy Pedro and Doug's ex-wife.

The drek primitives.  Drek primitives are those members of DUmmieland who have no, absolutely no, redeeming personal or social value.  A total waste of skin and oxygen.

Drek primitives are so sordid, so degenerate, that there's only two of them.

The dysmenopausal Kansas school teacher, the "Proud2BLib" primitive and the skumbag primitive, the "IanDB1" primitive.

No further comment necessary. 

[franksolich]

I'm unlocking this for comments.

I'm not sure where it's going, but someone around here saw this, and suggested once it becomes book-length, hiring a local printer to pint off some book-like copies, including with it some illustrations of screen-captures of some of the most, uh, colorful primitive comments, and distributing it around here, for the enlightenment and edification of voters who aren't sure what the Democrats, liberals, and primitives stand for.

[Atomic Lib Smasher]

Frank, when it comes to the primitives, you sir, are the Jane Goodall of CC. 

[franksolich]

Frank, when it comes to the primitives, you sir, are the Jane Goodall of CC. 

It's still a work in process.

From what I see, I have to write a chapter on (a) the history of Skins's island, (b) the biggest discombobulations (thus far; the Great Discombobulation is yet to come) on Skins's island, (c) what one should remember, or keep in mind, when observing the primitives (such as remembering that they lie), and (d) a directory of DUmmie screen-names matched with their more-appropriate primitive names.

Also, more about primitive rituals--there's lots and lots of those, to which the primitives rigorously adhere--and an expanded and crisper version explaining the various strata of primitives on Skins's island (non-primitives, first-tier primitives, second-tier primitives, &c., &c., &c.).

Observing the primitives is not only a full-time job, but an endless one too.

It consumed 40 years of Margaret Mead's life; I hope to God it doesn't take up 40 years of my own life.

[Karin]

It's a good piece of work, Frank.   I have to disagree that there are only 2 dreks, though.  Just the other day a DUmmy said something so vile and over the top and also stupid that I was dumbfounded.   Oh, and what tier would you put Bobolink? 

I also disagree that they wear wire-rimmed glasses.  The style now is thick, black, rectangular monstrosities ala Jeneane Garafalo.  "The moonbat glasses." 

I've never understood how Atman came to be the Playboy Pedro.  I'm still puzzled. 

[franksolich]

It's a good piece of work, Frank.   I have to disagree that there are only 2 dreks, though.  Just the other day a DUmmy said something so vile and over the top and also stupid that I was dumbfounded.

But madam, perhaps you might not be acquainted with the utter depths in which the skumbag primitive and dysmenopausal Kansas school teacher reside; it defies the imagination, their fetid depravity.

It's just really bad.

Oh, and what tier would you put Bobolink?

The bobbling primitive is currently classified as one of the les risibles primitives, one of the laughable ones, the second-lowest tier of primitives on Skins's island, because like all the other les risibles primitives, she's so ridiculous and meaningless that it's funny.

I also disagree that they wear wire-rimmed glasses.  The style now is thick, black, rectangular monstrosities ala Jeneane Garafalo.  "The moonbat glasses."

Yeah, or those stupid-looking eyeglasses with thick black plastic frames.

My view on this is colored by the image of sour, bitter, angry, Hate-filled, wire-rimmed eyeglasses as worn by "social workers" taking out their rage and hostility on innocent little handicapped children, a sight I've regrettably seen too many times to count; I could be wrong--as I often am--but it seems to me the "social workers" and "educators" with ABORTION NOW bumper-stickers on their vehicles favor wire-rims.

I've never understood how Atman came to be the Playboy Pedro.  I'm still puzzled.

Richboy playboy Pedro is, of course "Atman."

Richboy playboy Pedro has gone through many mutations, and it's likely "richboy playboy Pedro" isn't his final, definitive name.  People change over time, and it's important to keep their names appropriate with those changes.

Richboy playboy Pedro was originally "Texas Toast" (not the Texas Toast primitive on Skins's island; this was at our old home some years ago). 

As richboy playboy Pedro posted more and more, one learned more and more about him, from his own words.  Richboy playboy Pedro is so indiscreet, so careless, so self-relevatory, in his posts that I'm sure before mid-summer, I'll even know what his monthly grocery bill is.

franksolich is no snoop; franksolich just accepts whatever is placed in front of him, and richboy playboy Pedro is always serving up full-course banquets, when it comes to giving information about himself.

Anyway, as it turned out, richboy playboy Pedro is an "artist."

I've never been to his web-site--I don't snoop like that, being aboveboard in all things--but apparently his "artwork" is similar with that of the swamp rat primitive and Fat Che's little brother, the Fat Che's Little Brothert beer primitive.

Once that gem of information popped up out of richboy playboy Pedro's own lips, "Texas Toast" didn't seem appropriate for him; he needed a better name.

The famous artist Pablo Picasso had a cousin, Pedro, who aspired to be as famous as the former.  And like the former, he was a rabid left-wing fringe extremist.  He being of a "sensitive" and "artistic" nature, he was "too good" to work, and so his wife took in laundry and cooking, to support the family while Pedro angrily dabbled with paint.

The real Pedro Picasso (although "Picasso" was not his real last name) came to a bad end in early 1939, done in by his own, other rabid left-wing fringe extremists.

For the longest time, as USA4ME will attest, Atman was "Pedro Picasso."

And then some time ago, Pedro Picasso admitted that he gets drunk at wedding receptions, and has at least one time dropped his cellular telephone into a punch-bowl, which apparently he thought rather amusing.

So the name was amended, from Pedro Picasso to Playboy Pedro.

The "richboy" was appended when Playboy Pedro repeatedly--although unconsciously, or subconsciously--admitted to his vast affluence.

I'm sure richboy playboy Pedro will undergo another metamorphosis over time.

I think only "Fat Che" and "Doug's ex-wife" and the "Bostonian Drunkard" are engraved in stone, along with "Chief S itting Bull, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive."