Posts tagged ‘liberal mob’

June 30, 2011

DRAMATIC POETRY READING OF Lindsey Piscitell’s “The Blue Light (from the gas stove)” (‘er whatever the hell she calls this drivel)

Just to show Ms. Lindsey Piscitell (or is it Lindsey Jean now?) that we’re not totally heartless, we’ve decided to highlight her poetry. Please pass this on to all of your friends and post it on your facebook, because there’s actually a tremendous amount of entertainment value in this very serious piece of…

I believe this poem is called “The Blue Light From the Gas Stove” and if it isn’t well, hell, we’ll just call it that. I’ve contacted noted Columbia English professor Dr. Seamus McDermott, PhD to interpret this poem for the neanderthals amongst us who have no appreciation for arts, culture, poetry, and manscaping.

Dr. McDermott: Clearly this piece references a failed relationship of a short-term and exclusively physical nature, likely brokered over the casual encounters section of craigslist. It’s middle afternoon, so obviously the narrator is an unemployed single female. Either she’s unemployed or she was able to cut out of work because her father, who is the head of the company, let her off early. She’s in the bedroom of a much older person who has lived in the City for quite some time, and the reason you know this is from the line: “the quiet pace of the clock-tick”. Single people in their 20s own digital clocks, NOT analog clocks that go tick. She adds “the mantle, stoic, approving”, therefore, she is in the presence of a man who is stoic and approves of her. Perhaps he’s a blind, older gentleman who isn’t too particular.

“married airshafts” — this is a crude copulation reference that needs no explanation. But, clearly, this gentleman is married. The immature writer, showing her disdain for his not having left the wife, explicitly states that he’s married, as if to shame him in a passive-aggressive manner. Figuratively, the narrator sees herself as the teapot/blue light: “grew much older”, “demonstrating determination”.  The narrator is impressed with her growth, maturation, and evolution, though, for some reason, the rest of the world isn’t able to see her as she is able to, and this is a source of much consternation on her part.  “The blue light danced…with its reflection…to the delight of the hall mirror” — she installed a stripper poll for her older, blind craigslist lover, and now she performs a lap dance for him on a webcam. Disturbing stuff really. The poem is one of triumph. She’s no longer going to live off her parents. No. She’s determined to find a proper sugar daddy. She will survive.

DARJEELING EXPRESS: Dr. McDermott, what do you make of the writer’s skill as a poet?

MCDERMOTT: Listen, I’m going to be honest with you. Poetry is crap. 99.99% of it is garbage, but what do you expect in a field with no barrier to entry and all kinds of hacks like this one calling herself a poet. I read thousands of these poems from my pretentious students, and if I’m lucky, out of those thousands, maybe one will actually make me feel something. And usually it’s something the student copied from an actual poet. Point is, this person is no different from the thousands of 20something females in NYC — they adore the smell of their B.S. first thing in the morning. I don’t even know how half of them afford to live in this craphole of a city.

DARJEELING EXPRESS: Thank you for your time, doc.

Again, this is the interpretation of one Dr. Seamus McDermott, Professor of English at Columbia University. We’re more than happy to hear your interpretations. We at the Darjeeling Express are asking you, our readers, to go through Ms. Piscitell’s poetry — New York Times & Palin Email style — and tell us what you think. Interpret it for us.

June 29, 2011

COULTER: “Liberals are not like most Americans. They are the biggest pussies on Earth, city-bred weaklings who didn’t play a sport and have never been in a fight in their entire lives. Their mothers made excuses for them when they threw tantrums and spent way too much time praising them during toilet training.”

Coulter: “I could draw a mug shot of every one of Beck’s tormentors, and I wasn’t there.

Beck and his family would have been fine at an outdoor rap concert. They would have been fine at a sporting event. They would have been fine at any paid event, mostly because people who work for the government and live in rent-controlled apartments would be too cheap to attend.

Only a sad leftist with a crappy job could be so brimming with self-righteousness to harangue a complete stranger in public.

A liberal’s idea of being a bad-ass is to say vicious things to a conservative public figure who can’t afford to strike back. Getting in a stranger’s face and hurling insults at him, knowing full well he has too much at risk to deck you, is like baiting a bear chained to a wall.

They are not only exploiting our lawsuit-mad culture, they are exploiting other people’s manners. I know I’ll be safe because this person has better manners than I do.

But they’re not even embarrassed. To the contrary, being part of the majority makes liberals feel great! Honey, wasn’t I amazing? I stood in a crowd of liberals and called that conservative a c**t. Wasn’t I awesome?

This is a liberal’s idea of raw physical courage.

[READ Ann Coulter’s “Glenn Beck vs The Mob” at]

Some more examples of lefty hoodlums: David Kernell and Maurice Schwenkler

And of course Lindsey Piscitell:

June 29, 2011


[To get the full story check out]

Lindsey Piscitell is a twenty-something New Yorker/San Franciscan/Nomad who likes to think of herself as a member of the creative underclass. In between panic attacks and espresso-fueled internet benders she likes to write short stories and also sometimes poetry.”

Anyone who describes herself as a member of the creative underclass is conveying the following:

‘I write short stories, aka pieces, and my work is unknown because I’m unskilled at it. I’m unskilled at it, but I insist on doing it and branding myself as a writer because it makes me feel relevant. In the meantime I write for a zine!’

The truth is “creative underclass” means something far simpler:  unemployed and unemployable hippie losers with no working skills to speak of, and no redeeming social value (i.e. are completely useless in a capitalist society) whatsoever. We sit around and write amateurish stories and poetry all day that no one will ever read. We submit our stories for short story contests, some of them get published by random nobodies (we’re still unpublished) and it makes us happy.

I’m not a regular Glenn Beck follower. I don’t have strong feelings about the man one way or the other. I don’t love him. I don’t hate him. But I certainly can’t stand rude assholes like Lindsey Piscitell who violate personal space. I can’t stand deranged toolbags who feel the need to be obnoxious New Yorkers in front of a man who is simply trying to enjoy an evening with his family. When you’re out with your wife and daughter in NYC you are as vulnerable as you can be because you’re trying to protect the only two people who mean the world to you. Your only purpose in life at that moment is to completely protect them from harm. And some asshole like Piscitell has to be a total bitch (sorry, there’s no other word) while the man is minding his own business and not bothering anyone. You throw wine on his wife — what is the best way for him to defend his family right at that moment? Tell me. How is he supposed to respond? The man has been on his Gandhi ‘turn the other cheek’ kick for a year. What’s he going to do? Respond to Piscitell? Chew her out? Move to another part of the park (give Piscitell that satisfaction?) My gawd, the man is with his daughter. Can’t you pick another time to be a total asshole??

Here’s Piscitell’s tweet:

dANGLINGbABY‎: Fucking #asshole @glenbeck is siting next to me at Bryant park movie night #getthefuckoutofmycity [pic]

Oh! So it’s your city now?? Manhattan was built off the backs, not of the “creative underclass”, but off the sweat and ingenuity of people Ms. Piscatell would take issue with: those evil, corporatist fat-cats with their big wallets, their clever ideas that allow people to get employed, and their tendency to throw their money and invest all over the City. Entrepreneurs, capitalists, ya know, people who dig money. People like Beck who apparently has done quite well for himself with his radio career. He wants to watch The 39 Steps with his kid, and this asshat Piscitell is just so offended that a Republican or conservative would show up to watch an Alfred Hitchcock film; as if true art only belongs to the cultured elites of the creative underclass and you’re repulsed that a know-nothing Neanderthal like Beck would show up (oh lord, he might share your taste in film and art. god forbid!) You’re so emotionally disturbed that you can’t get over yourself for a couple of hours??

This is what these people do, right? They have no real use in society. They bitch and moan. They’re frustrated with their lives. Persistently unhappy. Their writing doesn’t get published by a major publishing house (writing being the one field they feel they’re exceptional at). They suspect they’ve been giant disappointments to their parents who’ve been supporting them financially for years. Ya know, liberals.

So Piscitell claims that spilling wine on Beck’s wife was a “happy accident” (‘happy’? really? keep it class, asshole). But then there’s this tweet from Piscitell’s friend, Marissa Barker, in response to Pisc’s tweet about Beck:

Yes… “accidentally”. What a gem this one is. Her parents must be ever so proud.

More on Piscitell:

Lindsey Piscitell

Marketing & Media Strategist

Greater New York City Area 
Marketing and Advertising
  • Marketing and Media Manager at
  • East Coast Marketing Manager at Genesis Today, Inc.
  • Field Marketing Manager Northeast at Mix1 Beverage Company
  • New York City Marketing Coordinator at IZZE Beverage Company (Division of PEPSICO)
    • Team Manager/ Research Assistant, Dept. Of Sociology atNew York University
    • Intern at WCBS News Radio 880
    • Law Intern at Dechert LLP
    • Part Time Administrative Assistant at DAMG Worldwide
  • New York University

A marketing and media strategist? Haha…okay, sure. Is there another more completely useless and uninformative job title in Manhattan? Basically you’re unemployed because you’re a loser. Another NYU genius.

Here are some more pics of Piscitell. She’s a peach, ain’t she. Lil’ miss “creative underclass”.

Here’s what Piscitell looks like mid-sentence as she’s harassing regular, hard-working people who have as much right to hang out in Bryant Park and watch classy movies as she does:

Here’s Piscitell on the left in all her toothy glory:

Piscitelli is the reason NYC went from being one of the awesome cities in the world to being one of those cities with a bunch of rude, obnoxious assholes. Thanks, Piscitell. You can’t leave people be? You can’t let a man enjoy a picturesque evening in Bryant Park? You have to be the rude, obnoxious New Yorker? You’re not even from New York, asshole. You’re a regular loser, leach, twat who contributes NOTHING to the city, but you take it upon yourself to throw wine on some woman you don’t even know. Classy.

If you wish to tell Ms. Piscitell your feelings personally, by all means: or (thanks, d)

[Whether or not I agree with Glenn Beck on particular issues, I’d like to offer my sincerest apologies to Mr. Beck, his wife, and his daughter. It’s a shame they had to be exposed to Lindsey Piscitell. I feel bad your wife was essentially assaulted, and it saddens me that your daughter had to come face to face with the realities of people like Piscitell and their deranged version of civil and tolerant behavior.]

Make sure to check out a Poetry Reading of one of Piscitell’s poems.