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 There's more Doing It Holiday Style here!
 
  
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      better to give, especially if you’re giving these
      
       by Mad Dog
 
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    | For a measly $60 million you
      can buy your loved one a vacant seat in Congress just like New Jersey
      Democrat Jon Corzine did. And at only $37.15 per vote he got quite a
      bargain.
 |  | There comes a time during the holiday season when we have to look
      past the glittery tinsel, the sparkling lights, and the 1,456,975th bad
      rendition of “The Little Drummer Boy” and remind ourselves what
      Christmas is all about: gifts. Giving and receiving, and there’s no
      question which we like more in spite of what Mom and Dad kept drumming
      into our heads, though come to think of it that pounding sound might have
      been that godforsaken kid starting up again. (“Ba-rum-pa-pum-pum
      yourself you little twerp!”)     Since you have your hands full
      with parties, your mouth full of microwaved cheese puffs, and your head
      full of cotton from the egg nog the neighbors gave you that was spiked
      with No. 2 jet fuel, I’ll try to make your life a little easier. Don’t
      buy me anything. Send money. But since not everyone on your Christmas list
      will be that easy to shop for, I’ve put together a few gift suggestions,
      each one perfect for the person who wishes they had everything.     - A SENATE SEAT.
      Yes, for a measly $60 million you can buy your loved one a vacant seat in
      Congress just like New Jersey Democrat Jon Corzine did. And at only $37.15
      per vote he got quite a bargain. Sure you could buy 46 million Pez
      dispensers, 2 million One-Touch Car Finish Kits (as seen on TV!),
      or 60 winners from “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire” with that money,
      but none of those let you say phrases like “the esteemed gentleman from
      North Carolina”, “I had a foreign affair when I went to Europe during
      my senior year in high school”, and “Can I borrow your minority whip
      for the Jewish Defense League’s S&M ball tonight?” with a straight
      face. Remember: the smaller the state the fewer the voters, hence the
      cheaper the seat, so hurry before all the good deals are taken! (This
      offer void in Wyoming because it’s just not right to be able to buy a
      seat in Congress for $520.10.)
 
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 If this is successful
      it will be joined by a Hindenburg balloon ride, a Chernobyl
      glow-in-the-dark funhouse, and the Hurricane Hugo Tilt-a-Whirl. So if the
      Titanic itself is too rich for your blood, just wait. DisasterLand USA
      will be open soon!
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      SHAKESPEARE’S PIPES. While these would make wonderful gifts for any
      budding bard, they’re perfect for the teenager on your list. Or will be
      if Frances Thackeray, the head of paleontology at the Transvaal Museum in
      Pretoria, South Africa is correct. He’s the guy who’s having the
      police department test Shakespeare’s clay pipes to see if they contain
      any traces of cannabis. Cannabis, for those who aren’t sure exactly what
      it was Bill Clinton didn’t inhale, is marijuana. Pot. Reefer. The
      Chronic. Okay, you get the idea. Thackeray’s convinced that the secret
      to Shakespeare’s creativity was drug-induced visions. Other scholars are
      convinced Thackeray has a similar problem. There are only a couple of
      pipes, each with limited residue, so order now!     -
      A FULL-SIZE REPRODUCTION OF THE TITANIC. If you don’t have room
      for this in your backyard—and you should be damned embarrassed if you
      don’t—you may still be able to surprise a loved one with this
      thoughtful gift. At least you will if the group which has proposed
      building an exact reproduction of the Titanic as a floating 568-room hotel
      on San Francisco’s waterfront gets their way. And why not? Who
      wouldn’t sleep well knowing they’re on a duplicate of a ship which
      sunk, taking over 1,500 people with it and—wouldn’t you know it?—
      Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet weren’t among them? If this is
      successful it will be joined by a Hindenburg balloon ride, a Chernobyl
      glow-in-the-dark funhouse, and the Hurricane Hugo Tilt-a-Whirl. So if the
      Titanic itself is too rich for your blood, just wait. DisasterLand USA
      will be open soon!     - THE
      HANDY TRUSTER. This is a newly-released, and strangely named,
      hand-held lie detector from South Korea which its developers claim is 82
      percent reliable. Since it indicated they were telling the truth when they
      said that, it means there’s an 82 percent chance that it’s 82 percent
      reliable. In other words, it could only be 67.24 percent reliable. Buy it
      now before they dig themselves into a deeper hole, like swearing they’re
      sincere about normalizing relations with North Korea.
 
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 You can have coffee at the Starbucks in Beijing’s historic
      Forbidden City. Imagine sitting back and relaxing with a Lao-tzu
      Latte™, an icy cold Forbidden Frappaccino™, or a sandwich with
      plenty of Mao.
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      PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE who isn’t a big brat. This would make a great
      present for any American if you can find one. Not an American, they’re
      easy to find. They’re the ones wearing earplugs so they can’t hear the
      rest of the world laughing. If you find the candidate, let me know!     -
      THE MIR SPACE SHUTTLE. After 14 years and 1,400 near fatal
      accidents (motto: “Still safer than the English railway system”),
      they’re going to let the Mir crash into the Pacific Ocean. If you want
      it you’re going to have to act quick since the end is scheduled for
      February. Unlike a couple of years ago when Russian cosmonauts appeared on
      QVC to auction off three space suits just like the ones they wore when
      they almost died aboard the shuttle, this time they’re tossing the Mir
      away like a used politician after the Russian mafia is done with him. It
      would make a great playhouse for the kids, a wonderful camper which will
      be the envy of the 3 million other people camping at Yosemite with you, or
      a great bargaining point during your next divorce negotiation (“I’ll
      take the house and car, you get the Mir.”). There’s only one, so
      hurry!     - A TRIP TO CHINA
      so you can have coffee at the Starbucks in Beijing’s historic Forbidden
      City, which was once the exclusive home of China’s emperors. Imagine
      sitting back and relaxing with a Lao-tzu
      Latte™, an icy cold Forbidden Frappaccino™, or a sandwich with
      plenty of Mao. And while you’re in China you’ll be able to take in a
      showing of “Life and Death Choice”, the movie that was a centerpiece
      of the Communist Party’s anti-corruption drive but somehow ended up
      being pirated all over the country. You can buy illegal copies in most
      state-run movie theaters. Nothing, it turns out, is forbidden in China
      these days except human rights.     -
      A CAB DRIVER’S BRAIN. While not usually at the top of most
      people’s wish list, this would still put a smile on anyone’s face
      Christmas morning, especially if they have a bad sense of direction and
      had trouble finding the living room. A study at University College of
      London University (motto: “Did we mention we’re a university?”)
      found that London cabbies have a larger rear portion of the hippocampus
      than the average person. (This, incidentally, makes for a great taunt when
      you’re in London: “Your father has a big rear hippocampus!” But do
      be careful, many cab drivers are also football hooligans and Guinness
      fans, two things that oddly go hand in hand.) It turns out the rear of the
      hippocampus, the part of the brain associated with spatial relations, gets
      bigger when you use your navigation skills. Unfortunately this happens at
      the expense of the front, but that’s okay since
      scientists have no clue what it’s for. Your happy gift recipient won’t
      know either, but that’s fine since they’ll be so busy singing along
      with the 1,456,976th bad rendition of “The Little Drummer Boy” that
      they won’t even notice.
 ©2000 Mad Dog Productions, Inc. All
    Rights Reserved.These columns appear in better newspapers across the country. Read
    them while waiting for the Mir to arrive.
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