It Must Be The Moon

A lot of people are being influenced by something. I’m not sure what it is. Maybe someone put synthetic pot in the water supply. People are being cruel, thoughtless, full of crap, dense, scary and warped.

For the people who don’t know their uterus (the organ that contains a growing baby from which it could possibly be aborted) from their vagina…they can find out the correct names of parts, (including the external vulva which so many incorrectly refer to as the vagina) here.

A cat was found to be a vector of the bubonic plague.

Somebody went to court today. No word on the outcome, yet.

Special Agent Mikey has some hobbies.

Rodney King is dead…found drowned in his pool.

A neighbor across the street in one half of a duplex is drunk. He’s LOUD and backwoods like an imitation of Uncle Jesse, Boss Hogg and if Minnie Pearl became a man. When I was on the porch he was GUFFAWING, stomping his foot and slapping his hand on his thigh. Seriously. I thought that was stuff was scripted for Hee Haw and not that anyone in real life would actually do it.

Someone said in the company of some parents and children, out of the blue, “There’s no such thing as unconditional love. Parents don’t like their children”. I kid you not. As if they speak for all parents in the entire world and that the statement is true. Fallacy and sweeping generalization….something children don’t understand. Whack job crazy people….another thing children don’t understand. Some are believing the statement as if it was told by a keeper of adult secrets who divulged a truism. They’ll probably always think what was said is absolutely true.

Now to put that in the person’s alleged Christian belief perspective…(this person is soooooooooooooo far separated from the God they pretend to believe in)…….that would be like they’re saying God doesn’t love or like Jesus, and God doesn’t love or like people.

If I were that person and had said what they said, I would be expecting God to strike my house with lightening causing a fire to burn me, then a wreck would happen on the way to the hospital where rabid badgers would come out of the woods to chew my legs and arms. A second ambulance would come and take me to the hospital, but they would be out of pain drugs. Then flesh eating bacteria would set in along with bubonic plague just before I developed hemorrhaging hemorrhoids from Hanta virus and then I would finally be eaten alive by a synthetic pot snorter in the emergency room and on my way to Hell.



About TripodMA

I went to protests and all I got was this lousy surveillance. Proud parking lot naturalist. My Awards: Time Magazine Person of the Year! 2011 Recipient of the distinguished FBI Out-And-About & Home Visit award FBI Associates Program Nominee 2009-2010 County Parks Taxidermy Squirrel recipient 2009-2010 Don’t Eff With Me and I Won’t Eff With You certificate 2010
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