This whole situation with North Korea, their nuke test and the U.S. reaction strike me as ludicrous. Haven't humans learned that bad shit happens when you unleash radiation on other humans?
I know deep down no one will push the button. Or rather, deep down, I hope no one will push the button. Like many military standoffs, it reminds me of a pissing contest. Or better yet, a dick-waving contest. Which brings me to the following System of a Down song. It ran through my head for much of the day.
Cigaro
System Of A Down
My cock is much bigger than yours
My cock can walk right through the door
With the feeling so pure
It's got you screaming back for
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
My shit stinks much better than yours,
My shit stinks right down through the floor.
With the feeling so pure,
It's got you coming back for
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
Can't you see that I love my cock?
Can't you see that you love my cock?
Can't you see that we love my cock?
We're the regulators that de-regulate
We're the animators that de-animate
We're the propagators of all genocide
Burning through the world's resources, then we turn and hide
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
We're the regulators that de-regulate
We're the animators that de-animate
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGAR
My cock is much bigger than yours,
My cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure
It's got you screaming back for more!
Seeing the lyrics in print... a little weird. But if you've heard the song, you'll get what I'm talking about.
Filled up the Civic tonight. Made chit-chat with the clerk at the Maverick. On my way out, another woman came into the store. She was pregnant... maybe 7-8 months along. She came in to buy a Camel hardpack.
Live your life the way you want. If you want to kill yourself, do drugs, fuck up, fine. That's your choice. Crack? Meth? Heroin? I guess everyone has to die of something. But if you're pregnant and you do that shit... I don't get it. You're fucking with YOUR CHILD. If cigarettes cause cancer in just about everything, how can that shit be good for a baby? I mean really. "Oh, it's OK if I smoke a few a day." Who the fuck came up with that shit? Phillip-Morris? Liggett? Does your doctor look like the goddamned Marlboro Man (who, btw, died of cancer).
Adults make choices. Mothers should know better. Yeah, that's me being judgmental.
Since I'm bitching...
There are some people who don't deserve to be alive. OK, there are lots. I'm not promoting genocide or war on anyone who pissed off Jen (now there's an idea....). I'm thinking of someone specific. Someone who shouldn't be a parent based on how he/she treats his/her offspring.
If you have, in your possession, something your child values, and the child would like it shipped, wouldn't you ship it in a timely manner? Wouldn't you want your child to be happy? And when you finally shipped off the item(s), since you know the child values it, you'd pack up nice and neat and make sure everything got there in one piece, right?
This is where the questionable parenting comes in. Ships it, doesn't give a shit how it arrives. Child is happy package is received, but there's substantial damage. Child is able to repair damage to items, but the emotional damage is done.
What kind of parent does something like that? The kind who needs to slide under a gas truck and taste his/her own blood.
I warned you I was being judgmental tonight. Looks like a tad bitter, too.
balanced
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