File This Under : What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

Homolka may have had a baby

If you can ignore the creeping horror of that headline, there is a nugget of comedy in the article.


According to Dr. Jeanne Rouleau, sweet little Karla wants a man

"...who believes in the moral values of marriage, who is educated, loyal, who wants children...who loves his mother, who shows a respectful attitude towards women, who does not have a history of family abuse, no criminal background and, finally, who is loved by her family, who loves pets, and, if possible, who is attractive."


Doesn't that sound like the description of every serial-killer made famous in a an ABC Monday Night Movie? Well, except for the part about liking pets. Three cheers to Karla for looking for non-abusive pet lovers without criminal records. Sort of makes sense. Sort of what we all do. So that must be a big reach for her.

And I like how Mickey Mouse bed sheets are a sign of a sick mind. Do not tell Tom Swift.

Lastly, what kind of self-hating freak marries Karla Homolka? She cannot be that good in bed. Or he must have a really, really, really weird kink.

I have to go shower this off now.

Why Does O'Reilly Support Rape?

I say it often; if you are a fan of Bill O'Reilly, then there is something fundamentally wrong with you.

EDIT: Cooler heads have prevailed.

Purple Devil Penis! Lock Up Your Daughters!

I swear to god, the U.S. and its sensibilities towards sex are like the big football jock with the tiny penis and the closet homosexual tendencies. If you ask me, this just puts Prince firmly in the Madonna camp. "Look at me! I invented sex! I can offend Nebraskan church-goers! Look at me!"

Other than his inspired choice of the Fender Telecaster at the start of the show, this was dull as dishwater.

All You Need To Know About The Sexual Revolution

Forests have been stripped bare to provide the raw materials for the voluminous output of print dedicated to the sexual revolution. The explanations for it run the gamut from the pill to Alfred Kinsey.

Sadly, all of these treatises fail to identify the true culprit, the true "patient zero" of all the problems foisted upon our democratic theocracy by the godless-leftist-secularists. One man (and I shudder to use the Holy name of Man for this blight on our God's world) is to blame and finally his shame shall be laid bare.






North America was a homogenous wonderland post WWII. All God-fearing folk walked lockstep with one another in their Holy Quest to create an economically and socially strong society from sea to sea (but not the other sea because it was too cold and natives are pagans anyway). Into this modern Eden came the Trojan Horse of television. See it now in your minds eye (unless t.v. has so eroded your imagination that you are unable to conjure even the face of your blessed mother), millions of future baby boomers gathered around their faux-wood-finish televisions. Mother and Father sit behind them in sensible chairs--all are prepared for an evening of delight as the cathode ray tube blasts its signals straight into their unsuspecting cerebellums. One of the most popular shows is The Milton Berle Show. To Mom and Pop, unsuspecting innocents they are, it seems to be the height of family entertainment. Slapstick humour, funny sketches, and delightful guests make for an evening of family fun. But on every show, without fail, Berle slowly poisoned the minds of the tiny people who's eyes were glued to the screen. Every show, without fail, Berle appeared in drag. Not openly and with mirth, but from behind, with a slow close-up--all the better to fool his viewers.

Young Jimmy and Sue are now confused. Men dressed as women are an aberration and not to be tolerated...but there sits Mommy and Daddy, laughing at the man in the fruit hat. Slowly, inexorably, doubt creeps into these young minds. These visions of moral turpitude, rejected publicly, but embraced in the home, overlay the existing social and moral template of these future yuppies. At the onset of puberty, the influx of hormones and a new social-sexual caste system ("High-school") creates further confusion. The tormented youth try to recreate the conservative world of their parents in order to bring sense and meaning to a world that is crumbling around them. This forced inhibition will lay the groundwork for the environment in which the sexual revolution is allowed to flourish...university.

Now loosed upon the world with only vague academic standards to hold them back, these confused youngsters gave free-reign to their repressed hedonism. They freely explored the now irrelevant sexual boundaries set by old society. With a glance over the shoulder at the Carmen Miranda-impersonator who set them free, they indulged in a wild Dionyssian orgy of drugs, sex, and crazed politics. Suddenly women were having orgams, and men were free to be openly gay. All this rampant promiscuity lead to the inevitable wildfire of STDs. Herpes grabbed North America by the short and curlies and still hasn't let go. As we segue into the '70s, we see the drug-fueled club life, and new acceptance of the gay culture (and the filthy bath houses) that created a subculture of serial promiscuity in the gay community. All this unprotected anal sex provides a fertile breeding ground for new and dangerous diseases. The most deadly being HIV.

Milton Berle caused AIDS.

My Weird Thing

Here is my entry in the "six weird things about you" blog tag thing. I have an Electra Woman action figure, and I keep it front and centre at work.




That has got to be weird enough.

EDIT:

I thought of something else weird. Or is it sad? Yup, it is sad.

There is a pithy saying that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result. I do this everyday. Sort of my own sad version of Groundhog Day. Without the personal growth. Which reinforces #6 from honshui's list of my foibles.

Happenstance

I will spare you the details, save that Jan. 07 has been the worst month of my miserable life.

So, do what I do when the shit hits the oscillating thing-a-ma-jig...sing!