Isn’t it something when Americans get so uptight about fellow citizens being taken hostage overseas?  Most Americans won’t look you in the eye when passing by on the street.  It’s media-driven jingoism.  I wish those hostage-takers would take the first ten drivers on the freeway ahead of me each morning.  It would save a lot of wear-and-tear on the roads, and on my middle finger.

     I kinda feel sorry for the cows and the chickens in this world.  Wouldn’t it be hell to be re-incarnated as a cow or a chicken or a pig?  We’d probably deserve it, right?   I think there ought to be some kind of masturbating machine designed for each farm animal, programned to kill them at the peak of an orgasm, with Kylie Minogue playing.  That should make the meat taste better.  What’s available now is fear-filled meat. 

     But how would you advertise it?

     Also I feel sorry for the homeless little puppies and kittens.  For the little spider struggling up his ladder.  For the mouse so callously invaded by poison.  But I won’t give the bum with the sign a quarter.  Fuck him.

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