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I was browsing through one of my favourite sites when I happened upon a link I hadn't noticed before. It was entitled 'The Grooviest Hotel in Wisconsin'. Little did I realise as I clicked on the link with carefree abandon what I was letting myself in for.
I have long suspected that something very strange happened to western civilsation during the 70's and late 60's. I had put the strange attraction to burnt orange brushed nilon pared with chocolate brown shag pile carpet, plastic chairs and lilac flock wallpaper down to some sort of drug hangover. Now I realise the real and horrible truth.
See the proof
During the 70's we were invaded by Aliens From the Planet With No Taste. They tried to go unnoticed but hampered as they were by their complete lack of taste their initial attemps were crude and gimicky.
This so called bed for example is quite clearly some sort of escape pod.
This cannot posibly be real grass.
No Human being could possibly feel comfortable in a room like this.
The exterior view clearly shows that the whole building is merely a crudely disguised space ship. Perhaps it crashed in Wisconsin and the stranded crew decided to make the best of it.
TheDining Building is also clearly a craft of some sort. The rectangular porch has obviously been added as an afterthought. The inept stone cladding fails to conceal the otherworldly shape but the gigantic antenna on the roof really gives the game away, as do the so-called 'cars' parked outside. Look closely they are not cars but otherworldly vehicles disgused as cars.
Rotating Bar? Or flight deck?
I think I've proved my point. The only questions left to ask are: Was the general tastelessness of the 70's accidental psychic contamination from these 'Tasteless Ones' or were they deliberately trying to infect us? Did they use their clashing colours and dizzying shapes as psychological warfare against us? Was the coming of Punk our salvation? Did our minds rebel at last against the horribleness of it all and drive them away with our leather and our denim and our brighly coloured hair or did it mearly drive them into hybernation.
Are they still with us?
Cujo
(I'm not making this up you know.)
I have long suspected that something very strange happened to western civilsation during the 70's and late 60's. I had put the strange attraction to burnt orange brushed nilon pared with chocolate brown shag pile carpet, plastic chairs and lilac flock wallpaper down to some sort of drug hangover. Now I realise the real and horrible truth.
See the proof
During the 70's we were invaded by Aliens From the Planet With No Taste. They tried to go unnoticed but hampered as they were by their complete lack of taste their initial attemps were crude and gimicky.
This so called bed for example is quite clearly some sort of escape pod.
This cannot posibly be real grass.
No Human being could possibly feel comfortable in a room like this.
The exterior view clearly shows that the whole building is merely a crudely disguised space ship. Perhaps it crashed in Wisconsin and the stranded crew decided to make the best of it.
TheDining Building is also clearly a craft of some sort. The rectangular porch has obviously been added as an afterthought. The inept stone cladding fails to conceal the otherworldly shape but the gigantic antenna on the roof really gives the game away, as do the so-called 'cars' parked outside. Look closely they are not cars but otherworldly vehicles disgused as cars.
Rotating Bar? Or flight deck?
I think I've proved my point. The only questions left to ask are: Was the general tastelessness of the 70's accidental psychic contamination from these 'Tasteless Ones' or were they deliberately trying to infect us? Did they use their clashing colours and dizzying shapes as psychological warfare against us? Was the coming of Punk our salvation? Did our minds rebel at last against the horribleness of it all and drive them away with our leather and our denim and our brighly coloured hair or did it mearly drive them into hybernation.
Are they still with us?
Cujo
(I'm not making this up you know.)
