Blog Quote Of The Week: The Rudeness at Bonnaroo

Once again the Rude Pundit takes the limelight here in our Quote Of The Week. Now some may say that the Rudeness is crude and vulgar, and that may sometimes be true, but his blog is packed with truth and when I want an unvarnished opinion on something that interests me I often turn to the Rude One to see if he has hit his keyboard on the subject.

So what does all this have to do with the Blog Quote of the week? Well it’s no secret that the Rude Pundit was at the Bonnaroo Music Festival last weekend where he was running a guerilla theatre workshop. He has now returned and has blogged about it. The entire blog is worth a complete read but it contained this gem:

Sex With a Zombie: One young female zombie, attractive and painted with flowers and hearts, approached me to talk about what I wanted to see that night. Cautiously, I told her, wondering what cauldron of doom she wanted to drag me to. But her eyes were hypnotizing, her skin not yet discolored, her underarms shaved. She talked about dancing, about how she, herself, wanted to do interpretive dance, which she did for me, hiking up her dress to reveal her long legs and dancing lithe shadows against a tent. It was impossible to resist the siren-like draw of her gyrations. I went with her, able to secret myself into a zombie crowd writhing to to trance music. After, half mad from the spiked opium we smoked, we sweatily balled behind a tent that was there to promote zombie recycling. When we were finished, she told me that she wasn’t going to school for dance, but she did it herself and how she wanted an organic burrito and how cool Woody Harrelson is for his crusade for hemp and…then, in the strobe-lit chaos, I ran, screaming to escape before I was zombified.

Their likes/dislikes: The zombies like songs that last for an hour without ending, with one note seeming to repeat over and over. Political humor involving sodomy and blow-up dolls? Not so much.