Big Fucking Things

So all the govemment needed to do was send someone down there with a bag full of money, have him get off the plane, and let him walk in any direction, and he would’ve found a place to use it. And all he had to do was build a big fucking thing. It didn’t matter what it was as long as it was big and it was a fucking thing. And then, when it was done, everybody would have gotten excited and said, “Honey, pack up the kids, we’re going to see the Big Fucking Thing.”

Before you knew it, the Big Fucking Thing Restaurant, the Big Fucking Thing Hotel & Casino, and the Big Fucking Thing Spa all would have sprung up around it. And then, because all of these people would have flocked to see the Big Fucking Thing, the economy would have grown.

- Lewis Black, from page 170 of Nothing’s Sacred (Simon and Schuster, 2005)

This blog is a central place to report sitings of Big Fucking Things from your part of the world. Does your shithole little town have a Big Fucking Lemon or a Big Fucking Rodent Wheel that props up the local economy? Let us know all about your local Big Fucking Thing by e-mailing photos and a story to the address given in the sidebar.

Who knows? If I get enough submissions I might even put a World Map of Big Fucking Things together.