Watergate. A nightmare for Nixon. A decisive victory for the field of journalism. Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward blew the lid off the scandal and quickly became legends in their own time.

Have we seen any piece of journalism as effective or hard-hitting since then?

No. Sure, Dan Rather attempted to prove that President Bush dodged National Guard service - but it got him fired and disgraced the CBS network. “Journalism” today means something quite different than it once did. If one flips on C-SPAN and catches the daily White House Press Conference, it’s clear that the Press Corps cares more about throwing Tony Snow softballs than asking the hard questions. It makes one long for the glory days of Edward R. Murrow — who showed us that we occasionally have to find our inner strength, look corrupt politicians in the eye, and proclaim once and for all — “Have you no decency, Sir?”

The situation is dire. “News” is what we are told in Press Conferences, what comes down the AP wire, and the mush that spews forth from Public Relations ilk. But today, I’m proud to say that after a lot of digging, I’ve found a fine example of journalism.

The UFO subject has largely been ignored by the mainstream press, the academic world, and a good portion of Americans. Any serious inquiry into this phenomena is either half-assed or summarily dismissed. This week’s video shines as a welcome beacon of journalistic and documentary integrity — and should serve as a sterling example to those who would copy or detract from it.

And perhaps, after watching the clip, you may recall a certain quote from another Deep Throat — The one who wasn’t at the Watergate Hotel that fateful night.

“Mr. Mulder, They’ve been here for a long, long time.”

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I am making a post. Andy and Kyle are busy and stuff, and since at least both of them have spent time this week slaving on a project that I asked them to do, it seems plenty fair that I return the favor!

Those of you who head over to thePCompany.com are of two stocks:

-You know one of us (and have for some time), and you think our shit is hilarious. We agree! Everyone is awesome.

-You know someone who knows one of us, and you think our shit is hilarious.

There are some other dangerous stocks that may exist in the future. We can’t know what they might be. I will come up with some charming examples:

-You are sad and do not know our site is happy.

-You are too happy (EVEN FOR US) and will not be asked to come back.

You get the idea.

The Cornmaker sketch sprang from a conversation Andy and I had regarding roommates. It took us a year to finally make the idea, and to help its transition from fantasy to reality, we took characters from a comic I drew in high school called ‘Bob, Jimmy, and Mike’. It is a fairly humorous comic about three characters who were loosely based on us (at least through the distorted lens I see the world through).

The comic has had a long and illustrious history, and though I have been busy with a ton of things that I love, I still miss the simple pleasures of redrawing the same fucking arm six times, and god dammit, it still doesn’t look good.

Enjoy here, for the first time on the intarwebs since 2001, three classic BJM comics.

1) Operation Destroy Xmas

2) Robin Williams and You

3) The Game of Life

Yeah, they sure are old!!

-D

We all have a special something, buried deep in our past. It’s different in everybody. For some, it might be an old flame from high school or college. For others, it might be a favorite childhood toy that was lost but never found. These are things that we loved so much, they will always be a part of us — locked away forever in the recesses of our minds, burning their images into our retinas.

The question is, when do these memories become unhealthy? What is the line between fond remembrance and sick obesession? The distance between these extremes is often a slippery slope to a rubber room.

Sometimes, we need to be reminded that the past is just that — the past. Often, this cannot be done easily, and requires a startling jolt back into reality. David, my first college roommate, never seemed to graduate from high school. He sleptwalk through his classes, listlessly ate his meals, and mumbled through conversation. He just loved being in band back in the good old days. Every weekend, one could find him at the halftime show, watching the new drill intructor for the trombones, inspecting his mistakes. I always tried to engage David in college life - hanging out in the dorm hallway, running up and down the dorm stairwells, drinking in the dorm — you know, your garden variety college fare.

One Day, David decided to “become” his high school band. He was high, no doubt induced by the adrenaline rush that accompanies listening to old band MP3s. He screamed out for his band director and proceeded to jam his trombone into the wall socket.

David, I hope you found what you were looking for. Enjoy the video!

-Andy

Another Friday, another update. I’m not really sure how to introduce this sketch. But I have been doing a lot of thinking about things- society, culture, politics, etc. and it may be prudent to start with that.

Let me start by saying that Dolph Lundgren is a beautiful man. I know what you think- you are thinking that Kyle is going on another one of his homoerotic rants. Well, that simply is not the case. I just think since, as men, we traditionally ogle the female form- what is to stop us from admiring the chiseled physique of a man in a completely plutonic way. It’s like admiring someone else’s supped up, bitchin ’99 Camero Z28 Convertible. Does that seem out of place?

Well, maybe.

All’s that I’m saying is that the human form is a beautiful thing, and we as a culture should do everything in our power to make ourselves look like the models in popular fashion magazines and those wonderful Abercrombie ads.

Think about it, if we all looked perfect, there would be no war or famine, leaders would get along by admiring each others’ distinguished good looks- not their political track records, opposing agendas, or sketchy platforms.

If George Clooney was president, politics could fix itself from the ugly, broken-down, lying hypocritical entity it is into a simpler thing- that of a high school popularity contest.

I don’t know about you, but I miss the simpler times of high school; where there were so many of those universal constants- when the Captain of the football team dated the cheerleader, the nerd got his math book, the band geek dated exclusively within the band organization, and the odd alternative kids sort of got stuck in the middle. Now, I’m not a proponent of a class system that is determined by the school organizations or social cliques you surround yourself in. But to me, that’s a life I could really get behind. That’s a life where I think I could confidently raise my children in the future- a beautiful future.

So next time you’re at the polls, think about what I’ve said here. Your vote could be the next step to ensure a new kind of living in a precious utopian society full of perfectly chiseled men and women as if they were molded by the gods themselves.

On a side note, I’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has recently visited the site and/or the new P! Company MySpace profile. Be sure to continue checking out the new sketches every week.

-Kyle

Be our MySpace friend!!!!!

Yes, we too have sold out to the masses and finally joined the MySpace* internet fad as “The P! Company”. We figured if Twentieth Century Fox could sell John Tucker Must Die on MySpace than the P! Company can do the same.

So if you are on MySpace, feel free to add us as your friend or drop us a line or maybe even- I’m sorry I can’t do this…

Ok, let me level with you guys. We had a meeting two weeks ago over at P! Company HQ. Anyway, one of the executives has demanded we get twenty-five friends on the new MySpace profile in the month of September or else. I don’t know about you but when Andy and I heard the bloodcurdling words “Or Else!” from our superiors, we imagined the worst.

If all this wasn’t bad enough, after being completely emasculated in the meeting, Andy felt he had to re-assert himself and regain his alpha-male status- as one of the new, relatively attractive female assistants just happened to be serving us small glasses of Evian water.

In his zeal for fairer sex, Andy assured the executives that we would have no less than one hundred MySpace friends by September 30, 2006, 12:47:31 PM CST [GMT -6].So I beseech you to help us reach our ridiculous and despicable goal. The P! Company needs your help. Please, push us out onto your friends (or enemies).

And in return for your assistance, we have completed a new appropriately themed sketch. In this one, a guy seeks his own personal affirmation at a party, but he’s not fooling anyone. We only hope the professionals can protect him from himself before it’s too late. Enjoy.

-Kyle

*Note: MySpace.com is an amazing website where you can make millions of cool new friends. Become friends with Musicians, Comedians, Actors, Actresses, Filmmakers, and high school/college yuppies who don’t have Facebook.