Tasteless---yes, what's your point.

Execrable, tasteless prose? It's a winner
A Wisconsin man whose blend of awkward syntax, imminent disaster and bathroom humor offends both good taste and the English language won the 25th annual Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest, a literary parody competition sponsored by San Jose State University


My belated entry:

The liberals came, like underfed dung beetles attracted by the aroma of a Rosie O’Donnell sized heap of fecal matter sitting under a Serengeti noonday sun, to worship and rub the belly of their modern-day Buddha redeemer who is leading them down a primrose path with his Mother Gaia saving revelations; that is, when he’s not winning Oscars, inventing modern technological wonders, shutting down all-you-can-eat buffets, or promoting large global concerts that waste more energy than John Edward’s hair dryer---yes, I mean Al Gore.