Now I’ll give you this much (and for some of the blind, I’ll WARN YOU), that our country is in some really serious trouble.
However… I’m just thinking… that whenever you hear commentary that includes the verbiage, “…trying to bury their dead,” shit has GOT to be really fucked up beyond anything we want to experience.
I was just sitting here, hanging out, trying to do anything with my blog to keep it up to date (with what I had NO idea), and I heard that line on some news blip, that I still haven't heard since.
It struck me that it was uttered with the same emphasis that one would suggest we purchase a softer toilet tissue to clean our ass with, or whether or not I wanna step on a Sham-Wow when I get out of the shower… or chop shit up with a SlapChop (you’re gonna love my nuts).
So in that context I now have a dilemma of three things:
1. Where do I bury “THE DEAD?” (Oh man… Plural!)
2. What tissue do I clean my ass with?
3. Do I really need to worship a guy named Vince, and all that he has to offer?
How in the hell did this become an equally enthusiastic question in my life?!
We’re talking about the disposal of multiple corpses and not having a location available that subsequently warrants the question of where to put them!... AND!.... Whatdaya wipe yo’ ass with?... AND!!!...
Am I gonna love Vince’s nuts? I don’t want to love Vince’s nuts!!! I got a pile of fucking dead people here! I ain’t got time for Vince's fucking nuts!So, mayhap I’m just looking at things in a strange perspective, or perhaps a perspective that is being ushered unto us all for undo equal consideration.
Where the hell are we heading?
I’m viewing a commercial now where a fucking reptile is telling me to let him insure my driving because he’s pop-culture. That was followed by a credit card company wanting me to go into debt for a shit load of Vikings and a singing fucking goat!
We have GOT to be the laughing stock of the fucking world.
…and I have NO idea where that fucking poor sap is supposed to bury their dead!
