Sold at Spinster Gifts, This Mystical Eye can see through almost anything... 'See what you crave to see... Not what THEY want to show you!!'
Walt, looking through their photo albumen: 'Pardon me, dear, this may RU-EN whatever reputation for knowledgeability I have: 'But is this picture of the Skunkville Hope & Peas Community Church or of a church in Rouen?' Edna: 'Well, this fabulous inspiring building is definitely not in ruin... Nor is it anywhere near Skunkville!!'
A sweaty, exhausted Walt comes roaring into the living room, out of breath, perspirating despite the fact it's only maybe 57 degrees right now at 11 AM in Skunkville, Ohio, now renowned as 'The Home of Skunkville' aka 'A City in Rouen', 'Blogging's First Major BungBomb', 'Walt & Edna U.S.A.', Skunkville Blogged Down in its Worst Mess Ever as Life becomes Drama and Vicey Versey', 'The Empty City: Morally, Intellectually', 'Another Wave of Blogtastrophy Hits Skunkville', and the more favorable: 'The City Made Famous by a Blong', 'Walt Brown, Emperor Impresario of U.S.', 'Now Anyone can Produce Avidly Consumed Trashy Entertainment without Thought, Effort, or Funds!!!', 'Trashy Entertainment Choices Quadruple in past 12 months in U.S, as network T.V. sitcoms plummet due to their unwanted quality, Mind-Boggled Consumers Begin Lengthy TV/PC/Radio Fasts as their last chance to avoid CMT: 'Compete Media Transformation (i.e., a person existing no more as anything but a media consumption > brand consumption unit'!!', 'Blogs on Equivalent Scale to or much-larger than Skunkville in Werks at Hundrids of Other New Media Sweatshops, Studios, Braintrusts. 'Secret Service Investigates and then closes in, guns firing if fired upon, on Most Suspicious and Sinister Blahrgs Organerazations', Obama: 'Blah, Blah, Blog Bird, Have You Any Woolite! Look, if you don't mind, let's move on to a far more serious question, like the egg-laden chicken farmer subsidy proposal being pushed by the ...'
Meanwhile, on the streets...
Public Safety Acne-Fighter Harvey Zit, speaking loudly over the spraying sound of his unit, which is filling the local air with a greyish, greenish cloud of...something: 'Gee, Charlie (Whitehead), I sure hope while we're out mass-vaccinating all these teen hangout areas so they don't get blemishes or acne or shankers or wankers or pimples or dumpholes or...you know the list... That we don't ourselves pick up these blog thongs.. You know, feel compelleted to read these trashy Internet op-ed pieces. I mean, it was one thing when the owner of a prestigious newspaper like The Daily News blew off some steam by writing down for us inferior semi-citizens some of his brilliant, mind-entwining opinions on key issues to the universe, planet, continent, region, county, and city or nayboorhood(s) of referee-ence. But we simple fulk reely don't care an need to be guided by our lieter!'
Charlie Whitehead pulls down his transparent hard plastic helmet, which keeps him on 100% internally distributed air supply: 'Okay Zit-Face, I'm going to fog the blog right now!!'
Zit: 'It's called Skunkville Saga... I've heard that by the two-way viewer analysis it attracts the hottest chicks in the highest state of completeness of undress, and also the hottest dudes, also in in a high state of relative undress, not that we would care about that ourselves....it'll just make us feel all the more inferiorear. So get ready to be immersed in some incredible feedback views!!!'