I just got finished reading “BORAT: Touristic Guidings to Minor Nation of U.S. and A. and Touristic Guidings to Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan” by Borat Sagdiyev,. The publishing states that it is a follow up to the movie. There, of course, are lots of pictures and as you can as well imagine this made the book for me.
In his book Borat claims that Alaska is a leper colony. I hear no one arguing this one. I would even add to this and say that large parts of Utah, Idaho, and Texas are refuges for the infamous Hanson’s disease as well.
He then goes on to mention some of the great sports that are practiced in his glorious country. One was the lifting of various automotive parts with ones manly hood. This is done by tethering one end of a nylon cord to the male appendage and the other end of the chord to the desired vehicle part or accessory. We are led to believe that Borates personal record is a tractor battery. Of course it is hard to deny as there is a picture of the author with said chord dangling from what looks to be a strained little piece of white flesh being stretched about a half inch below his super tight jogging shorts all the while suspending a battery about 2 inches off the floor on the opposite end of the chord. In the picture Borat bares and extreme expression of strain. He then goes on to state that the international record in this sport is some guys name which I cannot recall (or “misremember” if your name is Roger Clemens) who lifted an entire farm tractor gear box. Hats off! There was also the endurance sport of lifting and carrying women cross country against there will but I was not that impressed by this event. Borat or Sacha Baron Cohen which is the authors real name touches on that which all cultures often typically err on. And that is “different” is not only strange but inferior. He has ludicrously turned it on one of the most powerful nations on the planet. Pure ironic genius! He mocks Americans all the while making them laugh at his perceived backward vulgarity.
Anyway after finishing Borats book I shamefully admit that I am retuning to “The Fountainhead” by Ain Rand. This is a book that I have been reading ever since my vacation in Florida with my in-laws. I have been in and out of this one quite a bit. I think I have taken breaks from Ain about 3-4 times to read other books. Perhaps what keeps bringing me back is my affinity to irony. Ain is good at this.
But what I have been most impressed about so far was not so much the book itself but my father-in-laws first comment about it when he asked me what I was reading. He said “You mean to tell me your are reading ‘The Fountainhead’ by Ain Rand. The book that starts off with ‘Howard Roark laughed. He stood naked at the edge of a cliff.’ I remember when that line was read to me back in the 60’s.” Apparently when Jack had this read to him he was a life guard and he would have his pool bunnies read to him. All the while other bunnies (not the smart one reading) would rub down his magnificent bod’ with cocoa oils and only God know what else. They would start with his bulging biceps, slide to his doubling deltoids, and then finally move on to his elongated longisimus brevis muscle (Hey look, an oxymoron in the Latin language. How many of you smarty pants out there can do this with a dead language. Yes-yes, I know I am an ox and a moron…Gym). It was amazing that he was able to rescue as many lives as he did while munching on all those grapes. But he saved the day! No one was as cool as Jack Walther at that pool. When I grow up I want to be just like him.
In his book Borat claims that Alaska is a leper colony. I hear no one arguing this one. I would even add to this and say that large parts of Utah, Idaho, and Texas are refuges for the infamous Hanson’s disease as well.
He then goes on to mention some of the great sports that are practiced in his glorious country. One was the lifting of various automotive parts with ones manly hood. This is done by tethering one end of a nylon cord to the male appendage and the other end of the chord to the desired vehicle part or accessory. We are led to believe that Borates personal record is a tractor battery. Of course it is hard to deny as there is a picture of the author with said chord dangling from what looks to be a strained little piece of white flesh being stretched about a half inch below his super tight jogging shorts all the while suspending a battery about 2 inches off the floor on the opposite end of the chord. In the picture Borat bares and extreme expression of strain. He then goes on to state that the international record in this sport is some guys name which I cannot recall (or “misremember” if your name is Roger Clemens) who lifted an entire farm tractor gear box. Hats off! There was also the endurance sport of lifting and carrying women cross country against there will but I was not that impressed by this event. Borat or Sacha Baron Cohen which is the authors real name touches on that which all cultures often typically err on. And that is “different” is not only strange but inferior. He has ludicrously turned it on one of the most powerful nations on the planet. Pure ironic genius! He mocks Americans all the while making them laugh at his perceived backward vulgarity.
Anyway after finishing Borats book I shamefully admit that I am retuning to “The Fountainhead” by Ain Rand. This is a book that I have been reading ever since my vacation in Florida with my in-laws. I have been in and out of this one quite a bit. I think I have taken breaks from Ain about 3-4 times to read other books. Perhaps what keeps bringing me back is my affinity to irony. Ain is good at this.
But what I have been most impressed about so far was not so much the book itself but my father-in-laws first comment about it when he asked me what I was reading. He said “You mean to tell me your are reading ‘The Fountainhead’ by Ain Rand. The book that starts off with ‘Howard Roark laughed. He stood naked at the edge of a cliff.’ I remember when that line was read to me back in the 60’s.” Apparently when Jack had this read to him he was a life guard and he would have his pool bunnies read to him. All the while other bunnies (not the smart one reading) would rub down his magnificent bod’ with cocoa oils and only God know what else. They would start with his bulging biceps, slide to his doubling deltoids, and then finally move on to his elongated longisimus brevis muscle (Hey look, an oxymoron in the Latin language. How many of you smarty pants out there can do this with a dead language. Yes-yes, I know I am an ox and a moron…Gym). It was amazing that he was able to rescue as many lives as he did while munching on all those grapes. But he saved the day! No one was as cool as Jack Walther at that pool. When I grow up I want to be just like him.
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