Friday, August 31, 2012

Anal Probes, Esperanto and You (A Guide to Traversing the Universe)


  So I write this drivel from my sprawling estate here in the rolling foothills of Connecticut. I’m not necessarily proud to be from “The Cut”, but it is what it is. Needless to say, street cred is not an issue for me. However, one of the biggest problems with Connecticut is our unfortunate proximity to New York and the terrible stench that comes with it, or maybe the real issue is Massachusetts, the ridiculous hairdo we’re stuck with forever. I think Connecticut must feel a lot like Donald Trump most days...super rich and powerful but with awful fucking hair. I don’t want to forget Rhode Island, or maybe I do, but let’s just assume it will fall into the ocean like California one of these days. It certainly would be one positive thing to come from Al Gore’s wet dream, otherwise known as "Global Warming".

     So what’s the point of all this? The point is I’ve lived my entire life here in Connecticut and I have no idea how we refer to ourselves conversationally, outside of the glaringly obvious titles like “super elite” and “mega rich”. Are we Connecticutters? Connecticutians? Connect-the-dots? Honestly, I have no fucking idea. At the end of the day, I don’t really care but it got me thinking about the “rules” that govern naming the indigenous people from different places. Who the hell decides these things and why isn’t there any consistency? Not that we don’t seem like a bunch of idiots for a lot of other reasons, but one day when the Martians come and excavate what’s left of Earth, they are going to be confused as fuck trying to figure our dumb-asses out. So Connecticut is anybody’s guess, and New York and Rhode Island are easy, New Yorkers and Rhode Islanders respectively...or dis-respectively depending on who you ask. What about Massachusetts? Aside from obviously being Massholes, what are you guys really called? Massachusettsers? Massachusettsidians? I have no fucking idea.

     And speaking of Martians, how is it that we’ve so eloquently named the hypothetical people from Mars but I have no idea what we’d refer to ourselves as in an intergalactic sense? It’s going to be embarrassing for me when I’m getting anal probed by a Uranusian (alien from Uranus?) and I’m trying to explain I’m Earthian? Or Earthiopian? Or Earthianian? Fuck me, it’s a huge double whammy to be from Connecticut and Earth. At least I’m comfortable being an American, that one is easy right? But what the hell are the rules for figuring it out? If Germans are from Germany, than how the hell are people from Italy not Itals? Can you have two names? How about Spain? Are you Spanish or a Spaniard or both? Is this just another stupid English language thing I can blame on British Imperialization? Naturally, as an arrogant, rich, white American from Connecticut I don’t really even acknowledge people from other countries, let alone their crude spoken tongue.


     It’s going to take some work but I’m proposing that we adopt a unified system for handling this crisis. It would probably be smart if we do it all in Esperanto but I think we’d need government support for that kind of pork laden project. At the very least we’d need to convince the United Nations that it’s a problem worth waging a war against; like tight jeans, Harry Potter, mayonnaise, Justin Bieber, Coors Light, zombies, and malaria.

     I think Coffee and Scotch is going to have to lead the way with this endeavor, so I’m proposing we start with the following rules.

     1) If you’re from some place that ends in a consonant, let's simply add an "er" onto the end. If where you're from has to be difficult and decided it needs an "s" hanging onto the end for some strange reason, let's drop the "s" and make it “ers”. So you Massholes become Massachusetters. Utah = Utahers Japan = Japaners etc

     2) If you’re from some place that ends in a vowel or a “y”, we’re dropping the vowel and adding “ians”. So you Germans are now Germanians. Mexico = Mexicians etc

     3)If you’re from anything that ends in Island, you are an Islander. I think we’re pretty good with that one already. You people seem to get it.

 
    Under no circumstances will any exceptions be allowed, lest we create any more confusion than what already exists in our current stupid ass system. My dream is that one day soon all Earthers will be prepared to greet our anal probing galactic cousins from Unranus (the Uranuians) properly.