Rebels without brains are:
-Rich bitches who have no sense of the culture of Punk Rock as a whole and have no clue where it originates from. They only see it as a style rather than this lost lifestyle.(I blame the fashion industry)
-Pseudo-vigilantes who have no clue what they're rebelling against as a blind drunk runs aimlessly towards battle. No goal, no purpose. Just flat-out stupid. Usually do not know what anarchy consists of. And are usually Mormons who listen to The Used and other mainstream sort of bands.
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the named coterie of fictional, archaic, indigenous, human beings who roamed north america without a clue as to where they actually were.

Failed comic whose anemic career inexplicably gained new life when he was cast as the anchor of the ersatz "news show", The Daily Show.

Catering to a niche audience of disaffected moonbats and chronically-unemployed basement dwellers, Jon became an instant darling among Leftist media critics and awards show judges by delving into the completely original, unchartered territory of misrepreseting and then making fun of the misrepresented version of the Bush Administration.

Jon's writers drew in a slavering following of easily amused pseudointellectuals through the simple expedient of substituting thoughtful satire (which is based in reality) with heavy-handed absurdity (which consists of setting up and knocking down strawmen). His followers recognized the difference, of course, but because the target was the usurper of the throne which they believed belonged to the Democrats by Divine Right, they deemed it irrelevant.

Jon endeared himself further to his faithful rebels-without-a-clue by appearing on a political opinion show and chastizing his hosts for....opining about politics. His mouthings of trite anti-establishment talking points cemented his celebrity status as a Champion Of Justice.

After every hundredth or so joke at the expense of Republicans, Jon will slip in a token jab at a Dem, just to make sure everyone realizes his heartfelt desire to be an equal opportunity lampooner

Jon often projects ...

Extreme Confusion. INVENTED BY:jON

When it appears you have killed the monster, NEVER check to see if it's really dead.
Never read a book of demon summoning aloud, even as a joke.
Do not go search for something in the basement, especially if the power has just gone out.
If your children speak to you in Latin or any other language which they should not speak, or if they speak to you using a voice which is not their own, shoot them immediately. It will save you the grief in the long run. *NOTE* It will probably take several rounds to kill them, so be prepared.
When you have the benefit of numbers, NEVER pair off or go alone.
As a general rule, don't solve puzzles that open portals to Hell.
Never stand in, on, above, below, beside or anywhere near a grave, tomb, crypt, mausoleum or any other house of the dead.
If you are searching for something which caused a loud noise and you find out it's just the cat, leave the room immediatey if you value your life.
If appliances start operating by themselves, move out.
Do not take *anything* from the dead.
If you find a town which looks deserted, it's probably for a good reason. Take the hint and stay away.
Do not fool around with recombinant DNA technology unless you're sure you know what you are doing.
If you're running away from the monster, expect to trip or fall down at least twice, more if you are of the female persuasion. Also note that despite the fact that you are running and the monster is merely shambling along, it's still moving fast enough to c...

Live burial has become a popular pastime for young people with too much time on their hands. Sociologists explain this hobby by pointing out that it is relatively inexpensive and, like tattoos, body piercings, and Mohawk haircuts, is another example of the sort of outrageous and tasteless conduct that typifies adolescent "rebels without a clue." It has taken its place of honor, so to speak, social scientists and other communists say, beside such Western fads and fashions as pet rocks, hula hoops, telephone booth stuffing, and goldfish swallowing.

Edgar Allan Poe dramatizes this amusement in his short story, "The Premature Burial." However, Poe's narrative is not regarded as realistic by live burial enthusiasts who claim that the story is melodramatic and does a "disservice" to their pastime by "making it seem horrible rather than fun." Had Poe tried live burial himself before disparaging it in his story for the sake of producing cheap thrills and earning a few dollars from his ignorant and gullible readers, he would have characterized the experience as rapturous and divine, they contend. Once a year, in a national cemetery, live burial devotees burn copies of Poe's story during a weenie roast.

Actually, like most practices, live burial is nothing new. It was a popular form of entertainment centuries ago. It is a safe practice, when performed under parental supervision or by adults. However, one should not remain buried alive for more than a few hours without proper...

six degrees of inner turbulence is a massive 42 minute song by the lords of prog metal-Dream Theater. the song is about six people with mental diseases (multiple personality, schizophrenia, autism, etc). this is the longest dream theater song, in front of Octavarium, A change of seasons, and in the presence of enemies. this is known to be Dream Theaters greatest work.