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Wednesday, Dec. 16, 2009
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, I choose not to belabor the craft of a finely honed essay for you’s this week ’cause I’m guessing you’re just too damn busy to read anything important I got to tell you this time of year aren’t you, what with your holiday this and your holiday that...
Art for Art's Sake
Wednesday, Dec. 9, 2009
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, I got one big honking quandary on my hands these days, I kid you not. As the people’s perennial political candidate for whatever office needs filling, I don’t know if I ought to throw up my hat into the ring for Badgerland governor, mayor of Beertown, or maybe county executive and/or sheriff. All of these gravy trains...
Art for Art's Sake
Wednesday, Dec. 2, 2009
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So what the fock, Tiger Woods is in the company of a New York City nightclub hostess, some knob from the peanut gallery shouts, “In the hole!” Mr. Woods, clutch linksman that he is, complies; so then later the Mrs. Woods grabs the post...
Art for Art's Sake
Monday, Nov. 23, 2009
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? Listen, no essay this week from me for your freeloading Thanksgiving-holiday needs, no sir. I don’t have time to self-importantly gasbag some kind of treacly tripe about what we all have to be thankful for, what the fock...
Art for Art's Sake
Wednesday, Nov. 18, 2009
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh man manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So here we go, a reoccurring dream, that it’s a Tuesday morning and I’m feeling like I got hit by a train sometime during the night, which causes me to believe that I may not have enough smoke up my ass to blow out a fully...
Art for Art's Sake
Wednesday, Nov. 11, 2009
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? And what a chock-packed full-jammed issue this week, what with the “best this” and “best that,” I tell you. And I’d just like to say to any of you’s out there who actually had the cotton-focking...
Art for Art's Sake
Wednesday, Oct. 28, 2009
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world,ain’a? So listen, hard to believe Hallo-focking-ween has come back up, up like a tainted fish fry from St. Sal Monella’s—fare fit for a firstclass ride on the porcelain bus...
Art for Art's Sake
Wednesday, Oct. 21, 2009
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, the Packers don’t look too good, our gridiron Badgers can’t hold a lead, and about twice a day I’m nearly run over whilst legally traversing a crosswalk in downtown Milwaukee by some one-handed shiny-car motorist numb-nut or numb-twat who’s too busy to pay attention...
Art for Art's Sake
Thursday, Oct. 15, 2009
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, I got to tell you’s I’m a little under the crappy weather on account of the annual Columbus Day get-together me and the fellas had the other day over by the Uptowner tavern/ charm school where we toasted repeatedly the significance of discovery until we discovered we were clean...
Art for Art's Sake
Wednesday, Oct. 7, 2009
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, I’ve been dogged, paddling through some blue, dark deep waters of late. And I’m figuring it’s on account of this gut feeling that somehow I got switched at birth (hell, I could’ve been switched yesterday for all I know), and that rightfully really I’m some kind...

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