This, That and The Other Thing (Thinking Out Loud)

In a horrific blow to children everywhere, hopscotch is has now been deemed officially punishable by fine in the city of New York. I could be mistaken, but isn’t a child drawing on sidewalks with chalk one of the seven signs of the Apocalypse? If so, then THROW THE BOOK AT HER!!! Blue flowers drawn in chalk are the DEBIL! Actually, this is simply another bullet-point in a long and rapidly growing list of bullet-points that depict our rapid descent into a police state.

In yet another astounding display of hypocrisy, George W. Bush has stated that “the Chinese would be better off having diplomatic relations with the Tibetan leader”, referring to the Dalai Lama. What was that? Did Shrub just say that someone should pursue diplomatic relations? I guess that the glass house rule no longer exists; along with the concept of the U.S. Constitution and the obeying of International law actually meaning something. I wonder if that idiot ever listens to himself? He probably does, but fails to see the sheer stupidity that the non-brainwashed see.

If there were ever a case for violent castration, Chester Arthur Stiles is it. Who rapes a 3-year-old and videotapes it? Who even rapes a 3-year-old anyway? This guy is both sick AND stupid. I guess that’s what happens when a kid has to go through life named after a little-known former President. This guy even had the storied “molester” moustache. You know, the one where there are but a few strands of facial hair dangling above the upper lip. The one that says: “I am a MAN, baby!” At this point, I would very much like to wear his rectum as an overshoe and his esophagus as a mitten.

I remember when I was a kid and my Mom would buy me one of those chocolate bunnies at Easter and I would try and figure out which part of the delicious chocolate rabbit I would eat first. I never believed in the Easter bunny because I refused to believe that a rabbit would leave behind colored eggs and candy and, even if it did, I didn’t really want to eat anything that I though may have come from a rabbit’s ass. Anyway, that isn’t the point of this paragraph. The point of it is that there is a new art exhibit in which an artist has carved an “anatomically correct”, life-sized statue of Jesus out of chocolate. If you were going to eat that, where would you start? I think that had my mom brought home one of those for Easter, I would have immediately shat another sort of statue of equal size, albeit less sculpted and anatomically correct, on the living-room carpet.