So I’m outside with my kid a few minutes ago, torturing the poor little guy by making him chase a foam-rubber baseball all over the lawn like some bumbling, two-legged Border Collie—when suddenly it hits me: war really is hell!
Damn you, Hollywood liberals! Damn you for complicating everything!
Wait a minute. I thought it was a video game. You mean it has real consequences and heartbreak?
Dammit! My protective sheepleshield just shattered into a million neoconny pieces.
We’re talking Satch here, right?
‘Cause the little guy reference strongly suggests the ‘dillo to me – and for that matter, so does two-legged Border Collie – we know you’ve taught him to be bi-pedal.
Just checkin’…
Yeah, Satch. The other little guy is sunning himself in one of the roof gutters.
You’ve clearly stumbled into one of the periodic reminders one finds throughout the mundane course of life that the world is fuckin insane. Makes no sense whatsoever. The laws of existence must be logically consistent, so I’m often inclined to suspect that the world doesn’t really exist.
I usually phrase this as, “Life is a joke,” but people always misinterpret that. Have a nice weekend!
“He was born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad; and that was his only patrimony.”
== Scaramouche
Well,this and the baseball game image do give me some hope.
As long as there are folks that want to do what you are doing and there are other folks who will lay down their lives for you to do it, there’s hope.
After the blessed recreation, I recommend that you watch the final fighting scenes through Kim Jung Il’s fortress in TAWP. Really helps me with the Hollywood thing.
Sarcastic bastard. Jeff, how many times do you have to be told that war is not healthy for children and other living things before it finally clicks for you? Do you realize where all the fucking flowers have gone, for Christ’s sake?
Cherish him now, Jeff, before Bu$hitler gets a chance to murder him.
You know, it would have been more poignant if you’d been flying a kite. You know – how they used to do in Iraq before Bushitler’s war for oil. BUSH LIED, the KITES CRIED.
OK, let’s all hold hands please.
“All we are aaaaaaaasking
Is GIVE PEACE A CHAAAAAAAANCE”
Wait a minute—I screwed that up.
“All we are saaaaaaaying
Is GIVE PEACE A CHAAAAAAAANCE”
Sorry.