So, as everyone now knows, Turner reluctantly took perfunctory responsibility for the Day of the Mooninite and agreed to cough up a smooth $2 million to make Menino and pals go away. Also, the Boston Globe still can't stand Berdovsky and Stevens and continues to valiantly pretend everyone shares their sentiment.
Today's news was that Berdovsky videotaped the police removing a Mooninite but didn't tell them it was harmless. Okay, whatever. But comes now before the court of public opinion the counsel-cum-art-curator for the defendant:
"That's what he does. He videotapes things. He's a videotape freelance artist."
Yeah? Then that makes him, the kid from American Beauty, and my uncle at Christmas. Me, I'm gonna be a videotape freelance artist right now; I think the neighbors across the street are making out.
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You could too. Until someone wanked to your video and turned it back into porn. (Like the Pissing in the Art Urinal incident) Or maybe that makes it more artistically valid. I dunno - the rules of engagement for pomo art escape me.
Dash Snow proves wanking adds artistic legitimacy!
Yes.
Um.
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