Thursday, May 24, 2012

Feed the poor, sick and a wood chipper.

Ever notice how humans are the only species that are allowed to pass on their genetic fuckups to the next generation? Natural selection does a great job in the wild. The strong survive and the weak die out. Even with things that humans farm for food, be it plant or animal, humans go so far as to breed the most desirable genetic traits, but when it comes to our own species, we allow the weak, sick, stupid and psychotic to not only live, but breed as well.

The right to life and liberty sounds slightly retarded when you realize it also applies to those floundering on the bottom of the genepool, don't you think?

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

She's a Bute!

Sitting here on the verge of sleep, pondering pointless things.

Tonight's random musings involve men and how we refer to most objects a female. No, not about how we objectify most women. I don't give a flying fuck about that. I'm talking about how when I show my gun, or house, or car, or boat to someone, it's always "She's a bute, isn't she?".

I wonder if women do the same, only opposite. I wonder if two chicks that were having the kind of sleepover that only occur in my dreams, porno, or college dorms where the E flows like, well like a river of pills, would one of them say "Cindy, would you pass me Romone?", to which Cindy would reply "Who or what is Romone?" to which Amber would say "He's my vibrator"...

Uhh, yeah. 5am pondering isn't exactly the most sophisticated of internal monologues.