More Creepiness from the Robotics World

As if the Japanese Mini-Me dolls weren’t creepy enough, David Hanson of Dallas TX has created a robot Einstein bust that is, in essence, more human than human. It reads human emotions, responds with it’s own, and is soon planned to be able to decipher a genuine smile.

He’s created the robot to be pseudo-empathic, reading people’s facial expressions and reacting accordingly with his own. He’s managed to recreate 42 facial muscles with motors that make many of them more versatile than actual human muscle.

Now backtrack a bit to the Mini-Me doll… it can mimic your voice and perform basic intelligent functions… combine that with the intelligence of Hanson’s Einstein head, then the ultra-intelligent robots that Honda are building which can dance and such…don’t you see the next step as being a ME REPLICA? They already have life-like latex anatomically correct love dolls which look completely real, with the combination of the previously mentioned technologies, we’re only a few decades, if that, from having fully functional and intelligent life-like robots, just like in Artificial Intelligence.

We’re on our way, and I’m caught somewhere between excited and morbidly afraid. I’ve seen the Animatrix too many times to be comfortable with this idea.

Check out the article here.

Dear god I miss this woman.

When I was young, there was a huge stink in my tiny town of Roswell, NM over the book “Daddy’s Roommate”, which told the story of a child whose parents were divorced and the father now lived with his gay lover “roommate”.

From what my southern Baptist mother said about the book my little head was filled with pictures of the devil sodomizing a child’s father as he watched, cities crumbling under the strong arm of the homosexual, and general debauchery and non-biblical behavior. I was “into” the Bible at that time.

Then, as I got older and figured out “Holy shit, I’m gay! Everything makes SO much more sense now!” I went to the library and read the book, and found it to be a really touching story which I could see giving a lot of comfort and understanding to the growing number of kids that find themselves in that situation.

Sarah Palin, however, does not share my opinion. She made insinuations about banning books during her mayoral campaign but the McCain party claims no books were ever banned. Her former campaign manager Laura Chase suggested that she read the book, that it was “a sensitve book about showing love for additional family members”.

Douchebag Palin CRINGED.

Considering she’s a “turn homo into hetero” nut, I can imagine this wouldn’t be her favorite book. But CRINGING at the idea of opening her horizons to MODERN situations by reading a book about unconventional families?

All I gotta say is…

FUCK THAT BITCH.

Read more here.

BTW I stole the Sarah Palin GIF up there from this site. http://kingsgatenews.com/blog/2008/08/29/sarah-palin-is-no-hillary-clinton/ if they see this and want me to take it down I will but it seemed fitting and made me piddle.

CREEPY ASIAN DOLL!

DEAR GOD when I saw this it creeped me out probably more than anything else I’ve found online. I may actually have nightmares from this toy, f’real y’all.

In Japan they’ve developed a robot that will look JUST like you. Well, a weird muppet version of you at least. It’s like a possessed my buddy that looks like you, like Chucky mixed with that guy from that one x-files episode that could eat people and take on their appearance. “My Buddy” always freaked me out anyways, my oldest Nephew had one when he was a kid and that thing messed with me, bad.

It’s got a web cam, microphone, and speaker built in so it will learn your voice and read you the news and weather using it. And not just that, I can see some major fetish value here. How many net pervert pigs out there would TOTALLY get off on a doll of themselves watching them diddle and broadcast to all their little net pig friends? Juts like the vibrating Harry Potter witch’s broom that moms were stealing from their kids, everything will eventually get used for some strange, wholly unconventional and impure purpose.

I see FAIL written all over this. I can totally see the You-bot evolving to some kind of intelligence and becoming jealous of its owner and taking them out with a kitchen knife in the middle of the night. Those things can go to hell and die for all I care.

Another Classic Band Revamp FAIL.

Yet another classic band revamp FAIL. JD Fortune, the guy that won the stupid little contest to find the next lead singer for INXS is now homeless after the band inevitably failed. Check it out here.

Credence Clearwater Revival tried to do that. It was one of the first concerts that I went to. They played after a New Mexico State University game, and after my hag Amber and I rushed the field to bring down the goal post and nearly got trampled, CCR-R played. That’s Credence Clearwater Revival – Revisted for those of you who didn’t pick up on that.

Anyway, we crowd surfed, we moshed, we smoked a joint with some college kid whose mommy and daddy most likely unwittingly purchased. It was a great time, but all the same it was like going to a Pink Floyd light show when the band isn’t actually playing. It’s like going to see the King Tut exhibit to see the mummy but all you get is the crap they kept his organs in.

The only band that did it right was Sublime. After we lost Bradley, Aaron and Bud formed Long Beach Dub All-Stars, which was basically Sublime without Bradley but they didn’t claim to be Sublime, they were a totally new incarnation.

Remember that computer interface Tom Cruise used in Minority Report???

Remember the user interface that Tom Cruise used in Minority Report? Well with iPoint 3D you can do just that. Using a keyboard-like device which can be mounted on the ceiling or built into your coffee table and two firewire cameras to pick up hand and finger gestures make it the ultimate wireless mouse.

Remember how we could only dream of things like this. We were stuck with things like keyboards and mice and other things that require hands. If I could only take a snapshot of all the things I have currently and send it back to myself 20 years…

Like my PSP – a hand-held device like a game boy that you can watch full length movies on, listen to music, and – gasp – access the internet. Yes, I know iPod touch is cooler but lets stick to the point here.

And iTunes, this would have been my prayer. I was one of those kids that bought singles on tape before you could really but them on CD’s. I always thought music ala carte would be absolutely awesome. I used to buy the full CD for one stinkin song, then I’d get tired of it and by that time the CD was too scratched to sell. Now all the music stores are shutting down, people are losing jobs, but oh well, I can get “I hate this part” without buying the entire Pussycat Dolls CD.

Yes I just admitted to buying that song.

Bite me.

Check out the article here : iPoint 3D

And I Thought MY Teachers Were On Crack...

I know that we all called some of our teachers crackheads, but this guy really takes the cake. William Horseman, a teacher somewhere ‘over the pond’ fessed up to smoking crack for several months. He said his reasons were problems at home, stress, yadda yadda yadda… but the kicker is, they let him keep his job!

While hooked on crack he fell asleep during lessons, field trips, amongst other behaviors unbecoming of someone molding the leaders, or crackheads, of tomorrow. But of course, he said he was sorry and learned his lesson, so the powers that be said “Ok, we’ll give you a mulligan. Don’t screw it up this time!” Of course he’s under review, and his employers have to give regular evaluations of his performance, but still if you’re dumb enough to smoke crack and fall asleep while teaching a class you deserve to be cleaning grease traps at Mooby Burger.

I’m all about second chances. I’m all about recovery. But when it comes to kids there should be a no tolerance policy, right? I know a police officer that was busted for having cocaine in his desk and it ruined his life. Sure he was protecting the public, keeping our streets safe and what not but what about teachers? Shouldn’t we expect to have ANYTHING less than a crackhead teaching out kids?

Check out the full article here: Crackhead Teacher

Tell That Biatch to BE COOL

THIS BITCH WENT CRAZY.

Personally I have never missed a plane. I’ve come very close before, on a southwest flight one time I ran through the velvet rope just as they were closing it. Another time I was drunk as piss eating my Pizza at the wrong gate. But both times I made it.

Now I understand there is a lot of fun stuff to do and buy in airports, many of them are like malls now so it’s easy to get caught up shopping, but how the HELL are you going to get so distracted shopping that you miss your plane? Go to the freakin MALL when you get home and save a few bucks for Jebus sake.

This woman did, and then threw a complete fit about it. Instead of just going to the ticket counter and seeing what arrangements can be made to accommodate her absolute retardedness, she beat on the counters, rolled on the floor, and from the looks of it at one point went behind the counter and tried handling up on things herself.

To top if off she’s Chinese so you can’t understand a syllable of the inane babble that you probably wouldn’t be able to understand anyway, except for her screaming “This is inhumane!”. The kicker was it took her husband plus airport staff to tell her that the next plane would be leaving in a couple hours.

Just watch, you’ll laugh.

Drunk Monks Recycle

A group of monks in northeast Thailand don’t just like to drink – they like to get creative when they drink. Wat Pa Maha Chedi Kaew AKA The Temple of Many bottles is comprised completely of glass bottles with concrete reinforcement.

Not only is it made out of old beer bottles, the materials used for the first building were collected by the monks themselves – an apparently they like Heineken. After that the authorities began donating bottles which lead to the construction of their 20 building compound.

I can see why this would be one of the new leading tourist attractions in Asia, I want to go party with THESE monks. I’ve been “Jimmy Buffet Drunk” (and cracked my skull in the process) but these hard core peace loving freaks get “lets drink so much we can build a temple out of the bottles!” drunk!

You have to admire their conservation efforts though, even the mosaic of Buddha they have in the temple is created out of recycled beer caps. Call it conservationist, call it what you will, but I call it drunken genius.

I think it’s funny that in Texas we build sculptures of Elvis out of beer cans and in Thailand they build temples out of Heineken bottles. I freakin love Asian culture.

Read the article here: Drunk Monks Recycle

Doucebag almost cool video FAIL.

This guy... is that guy.

I only posted this so you can all say "what a douche".

This is what happens apparently when you try to drive on Salvia.

Desperate and Lonely

DAILY, on my many escapades through the internets, I get a lot of messages. Maybe about 1% of those are from decent guys that I would possibly consider hanging out with in person, and the other 99% I can safely say, in all of my humility, I am WAAAY out of their league.

I have this issue where I have to respond to messages I receive, if for no other reason to just be friendly. The problem is the internet consists of desperately lonely people, and bored assholes that thrive on rejecting people because they’re insecure. I am not desperately lonely, just desperately BORED. I don’t like meeting people, I barely make time for the friends I have. The LAST thing I need right now is another friend to feel guilty for neglecting. But I love to chat and be net-social…

The problem with desperately lonely people is their desperation seeps from their pores. You can just tell that they need another person in their lives to justify their reason for being on this planet. I ALWAYS respond no matter how pathetic the person may seem even if I don’t find them attractive. However since they’re used to the assholes thriving on rejection they mistake this positive attention for affection, get obsessed, then get upset when you don’t return their feelings.

I’m so sick of talking to guys online who flunked social skills it’s not funny. Maybe I am the one shooting out of my league. I think I’m witty, social, not to mention a pretty hot cookie to boot. Every day I pray to god that this isn’t all just an illusion and I’m not a 5’5” fat man with bad skin and high self esteem.

Make the bad memories go away!!!

Apparently a drug has been created to erase bad memories. That’s right folks, forget AIDS, forget cancer, there is now a cure to “unsee” something. Finally you can take a pill and *poof*, no more 2girls1cup, 2guys1horse, or that foul woman having explosive diarrhea in the hot tub.

Beta blockers, usually given to heart disease patients, are now believed to have memory erasing properties. Basically the tests conducted have shown that the test subjects taking beta blockers are less skiddish when startled. What I gathered from the article is during the tests they’re shown creepy videos of spiders then given beta blockers. After that the scientists scare the hell out of them for a while and see if they blink.

So what would a world be like if we could just pop a pill and totally forget what happened? I could see it getting totally out of control, like popping a Memory Eraser after banging the ugly chick at the bar.

Personally I think the traumatic experiences we have in our lives are what make us stronger, you gotta confront situations instead of popping a pill to forget whatever traumatic experience you had.

Check out the article here: Pill To Erase Bad Memories

That's just tacky.

Dear Diary,

When a tacky straight man throws a girl a bad pick up line and gets shot down, he grabs his crotch and grunts with his buddies.

When a tacky gay man throws another guy a bad pick up line and gets shot down, he flips out and takes every rejection he's ever gotten in his life out on you then runs away and cries.

NO JOKE, earlier a guy sends me a message which said:

"Are you really 6'8"? OMG excuse me real quick while I go blow a load all over myself real quick.... ok I'm back."

So I said:

"Seriously, do people really throw out any kind of tact when they get online? What about a "hi, hows it going?" before jumping to "I just blew a load all over myself"?"

And the guy got upset! F'real, kids, we are NOT street people around here! Who would get turned on by that? Have people seriously forgotten COMPLETELY how to talk to a prospective suitor? Or is it all just about blowing loads all over yourself?

The guy was halfway attractive until he started talking about blowing loads on himself. I wonder if I met this guy in person, would he be the shy, mistreated shell of a man that he really is or just walk up to me with his dick in his hand spooging everywhere???

I feel like I should have paid the guy for the laugh I got, and the blog fodder.

The Gambler.

As I am by no means any kind of relationship expert, I am a gambler. And a smoker and a drunk, but that’s beside the point. In the past year of being single I’ve lightly treaded the waters of the dating world like an alien to new terrain, rarely even taking off my breathing apparatus to inhale the native air. Now that I’m old, cold, and jaded, I’ve really noticed all the games that one really has to play in the dating world, and recently I’ve noticed it’s a lot like poker.

My favorite poker game is Texas Holdem! During the winter I used to play poker a lot with my volleyball buddies and even though most of the time I’d suck and loose all my chips I got a pretty good grasp of the game. Everyone has a different way of playing poker, as they do dating.

There’s the guy that screws up and puts all of his cards down before the first card is even turned over. There’s the guy that holds out until the end, plays all his chips, and doesn’t have SHIT in his hand. There’s the guy that folds EVERY TIME and looses all his chips on antes. There’s the over-better that puts their whole pot in on the first hand then cries in the corner for the rest of the game because they’re too broke to play. Then there’s the smart poker player who carefully analyzes his hand, the other players in the game, and himself. This guy always leaves with everyone else’s chips.

Every game goes the same way. All the players throw in a chip, the cards are dealt, then the bets are placed. This is where it gets interesting and what kind of gambler you are is revealed. The players are whittled down until only a few remain and inevitably all the cards are laid out on the table. This is when it comes time to bet or call. You look at what you have invested in the hand already and what you have left to invest in your pot. Then it comes time to decide weather you’re going to fold, bet, or call their bluff. Either way eventually you have to lay down everything to see if it’s time to play another hand or walk away with your winnings.

You can’t play one had of cards forever. Just like any game there’s eventually a winner and a looser, but either way you come out to play another hand. And really some people have a knack for it and some don’t. I think Kenny Rogers gave the best dating advice with the entire song of “The Gambler”, it describes the intelligent way to date if you can understand a little bit of metaphor.

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run. (like that time you ran up on that big bottied ho at the club and made the mistake of giving your REAL number)
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

Why Queers Hate Queens.

First off, this is sort of a response blog to my friend Chris who wrote a piece called “Why do Queers Hate Queens?”. I was really compelled by it because it raised a lot of issues that I’ve noticed myself. What does it mean to be gay? Many people, especially gays, feel like if you aren’t wearing your sexuality on your sleeve and completely living your life solely to be a gay man you’re self-hating and trying to act straight. So what if you're just not that queeny, and like to date like-minded guys?

Most queers hate queens because they're ANNOYING. They're loud, most aren't funny, and they're shoved down our throats in every gay bar or gay event. I think the defining point is what kind of “queen” are you? Are you genuinely who you are or is it a show? Most people who are considered Queens, be them androgenous, flamboyant, or full on performing Drag Queens are hungry for attention and live their lives as a show, they aren’t true to themselves or anyone else. Sure it’s entertainment, and there is something to be said for people who live their lives as entertainment.

Hence, Queens are a joke because they live their lives as a joke. They don’t dress or act like real men or women, most just act like a BAD caricature of ghetto ethnic women. They’re starved for attention and use their sexuality, probably the only significant segment of their personality to get it, and it doesn’t matter if that attention is negative or positive as long as their getting it. To not see them as a joke in some form is to say David Sedaris writes serious, classically derived novels. I mean sure I flame out at times, my hag says my bff and I act like teenage latino girls when we’re together but I realize there is a time and a place for everything.

I think a big factor in this is when flamboyant guys are asked to “act straight” what the person usually means to say is “act right”. Personally I don’t like going places with someone I know is going to act a fool or draw attention unless I want attention, and most “queens” have no grasp of the concepts of “low key” or “situation appropriate”. When in Rome you don’t insist everyone else change to fit your life; if a person can’t be pliable to different social settings what does that say about them as a person? We are who we are, our personalities are what they are, but society is what it is and one can’t expect it to change because they aren’t comfortable or it isn’t accommodating.

As sad as it may be society, even our own gays, clump anyone that deviates from the sexual norm as “queens”. I’ve really noticed though that attractiveness is relative to location, gay men in Texas tend to like manly men and shun anyone flamboyant as guys in New York or San Francisco seem to have a broader spectrum of what they find attractive. Personally I tend to like masculine guys more so I guess I fall into that Texas mold, but that has to do with my personal tastes. It’s like being at a buffet. When I walk by the oven baked salmon it doesn’t appeal to me at all. It looks disgusting. It doesn’t spark my apatite at all, but as I pass it by some other buffet patron comes through and scoops up a triple helping. We’re all like dishes in the buffet. Everyone, no matter how cold they’ve begun to turn, has someone out there waiting for a triple helping.

Personally being Justin Thyme is my #1 priority. I am myself, I don’t define my personality by my sexuality, that’s just a side order and I don’t like to date guys that do either. Sure I use it as a basis for a lot of comedy but I’m no one-trick pony.

Crack of the Pistol

It’s nearly a month into the new year and I’m feeling like I’m at that point before a foot race when you’re getting pumped up; when you’re stretching and breathing and waiting for the ref to give the order to line up with the other runners. That twinge of adrenaline is starting to pump and we’re all waiting for the ref to shoot his little pistol in the air.

When I was a kid we had field day every year. I never won anything… I mean really I had to have been one of the most fairily faggoty fluffiest queen of a little boy. I hated sports. I hated P.E. class where I had to run around with all the other kids. I wanted to sit on the grass with the girls and talk.

I was so gay in elementary school that I had a couple of hags in my class that were allowed to spend the night, and none of that “separate rooms” bullshit that the straight kids had to do when they had a girl sleep over. We made forts in the living room, played in my room with the door shut doing all kinds of stuff where adults couldn’t see us, but I was “that boy” that parents knew wouldn’t play doctor with their daughter.

Anyway, redirecting from my bizarre childhood back to my real point – On field day when it came time to do the little foot race thing where we all lined up and ran around the little track and got little ribbons or cupons to pizza hut or trips to Europe or whatever it was that the winners got (again, I wouldn’t know I never won) I was terrified of the ref shooting the gun.

I talked to my mom about it, I talked to my teacher about it (you know, because I was one of those kids that would actually talk to his teachers… not to mention my mom WAS a teacher at my school), they both gave me a pep talk and said it wouldn’t be that bad when he fired the gun.

Sure enough when the ref fired the gun instead of running straight away I jumped a little, tried not to cry, then skipped along sprinkling magical gay fairy dust to catch up to the rest of the kids that were actually trying to win.

That’s the way I feel now. I’m waiting for that big bang that’s going to start it all and it scares the HELL out of me.

Pause that…

Turn it back…

Look at what I said there – it scares the hell out of me. As I thought of that statement right after I wrote it I realized that I’m not afraid, I’m excited. It’s so funny to me how fear and excitement are so parallel; even though they’re opposite emotions they’re often confused as the same thing.

And really we’re already hearing the gun firing. Obama’s been at work for like HALF AN HOUR and we’re already getting Guantanamo Bay shut down. This man means business and he’s not afraid to take names. This excites me. But what excites me even more is I know, no matter how hard I get rattled up by the crack of the pistol I know I’m just gonna keep skippin along sprinkling magic fairy dust.

The Dangers of Butt Bleaching

Has anyone else noticed that people are never satisfied with their current methods of fixing their broken self esteem? Now, in 2009, the hottest trend in spas around the country is anal bleaching. That’s right, bleaching your asshole. It’s a process in which the pigment around your sphincter is lightened to get that clean, flawless, porn star look. You know, so your ass doesn’t end up looking like a Chow tongue.

Apparently the chemical in the product used to bleach your brown beauty is called hydroquinone and is the same stuff they use in hair bleaching… and the rubber industry oddly… The rubber industry??? I’m sorry, but I wouldn’t want ANYTHING applied on my doodie ditcher that is used in the manufacturing of Goodyears. Needless to say there seem to be mixed opinions on the safety of it. If you ask someone on the clinical side they ASSURE you that it’s 100% safe but many health professionals have a drastically different opinion.

This is the sketchy part, I can’t find a website that gives a straight answer on the side effects. One website (which just happened to be advertising the product) says that it’s perfectly safe and somehow increases yours and your partner’s testosterone (because obviously only gay men and whores would get this procedure) and the next website I found said that winky whitening could cause incontinence and eventual permanent splotching of the skin. So you turn your brown eye into a Chow tongue by trying to keep it from looking like a Chow tongue, and on top of that you can’t hold your poo. Riiiiiiiiiight.

So is a pearly white asshole really worth sacrificing poo control? What is so important about having your genitalia look like a porn star? I think the source of the whole skidaddle has 100% to do with people trying to disguise the fact and perpetuate the popular belief that NOTHING really comes out of your butt. Poo just magically appears in the sewers but never really comes out of anyone’s butt. Even though melanin - not poo - causes your manhole to get darker it’s still a painful reminder to some that yes, indeed, their partners poo out their butt.

Sure it’s kind of a gross subject but it’s true, people are so uncomfortable with the fact that their body disposes of the waste it consumes that they will risk having to wear a shit bag someday to make it whiter. But then again we once said “who the hell would inject BOCHOLISM into their skin to make themselves look younger?” Now look at Laura Bush.

In a few years Crest will be making strips for it.

The Male Hormonal Cycle

Every month around the same time I get that “not so fresh” feeling. Well not in the place most people usually get it, it’s like I feel it in my soul. It’s like clockwork, it’s always been that way. I’m irritable. I’m depressed. It’s the only time I can ever cry. It’s my manrag.

Every man has them, straight, gay, paper machete… every man I have ever known has had the same problem weather they want to admit it or not. It’s a rough time, and I think it’s a lot rougher on men than women. Sure women bleed, bloat, and row a boat (don’t you love my rhyming skills today?) but at least they get to TALK about it. They can freely talk to each other about their common symptoms and find solace in it. In most circles if a guy says he’s on his rag, even to fellow manraggers, usually the first word he hears is “FAG!” fallowed by a bottle to the head.

Every month when that special time hits I feel like absolute emotional shit. I fester on things and overanalyze, I make up crazy scenarios in my head that I realize are totally ridiculous… I turn into an even bigger woman than I normally am.

So I decided to look around online and it seems to be a topic even professionals tend to avoid. Actually I could only find one link that didn’t have the words gay or fag in the text line so I checked it out to find that a few other people out there agree.

On Tim Boucher’s blog he showed something he had found on a site selling dietary supplements listing the FIVE male hormonal cycles. That’s right ladies, you may have physical discomfort and get a little pissy once a month but we have to deal with the rollercoaster of emotions in FIVE ways.

The first is rhythmic fluctuations 3-4 times an hour. Want to know why we’re always horny? Because we get a rush of testosterone every 15 minutes or so. When most women’s natural cycle tells them once a month that they NEED sex, men get it every 15 minutes or so. Sure women may get aroused at other times but every woman I’ve ever known gets super randy right after she finishes her menstrual cycle.

The second are fluctuations higher in the morning than afternoon. That’s why men like morning sex so much, and is usually the best! Personally I always feel like a powerhouse in the morning but as the day goes on I feel less and less engaged.

The third’s the kicker – MONTHLY MALE FLUCTUATIONS THAT ARE RHYTHMIC BUT DIFFERENT FOR EACH PERSON. That’s the most noticeable cycle, the true manrag. It’s the cycle most like the female cycle except I think it’s opposite. I think that where a woman’s period is a rush of estrogen and other hormones making them more emotional, the male period is the time after the hormone rush and testosterone is in a deficiency. And yes, men do have estrogen just as women have testosterone; no gender has sole proprietorship either so when our testosterone is low naturally we’re left with estrogen. Lady Fuel.

The fifth is the YEARLY cycle where men have higher levels of testosterone in October than April. Humans are far more emotional creatures than the rest of the animal kingdom so it takes more than pretty feathers or a burly chest to attract a mate; it takes sensitivity, tenderness, and some degree of understanding of the opposite sex. Men have lower testosterone in April to be more sensitive and romantic making them more appealing to a mate then higher in Fall to have the constant drive to want to conceive. You hear about summer love all the time and spring babies, it makes complete sense. It’s much easier on a woman to be pregnant during the winter than the summer like any other animal because they’re much more prone to dehydration and heat exhaustion.

I’m going in the tent now. I’ve got the crimson tide. Uncle Flo has come to visit. This week I’ve already done the eat ice cream in bed and watch Ice Castles thing… well it was more like Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. That movie chokes me up every time. Being gay is so much easier that actually using hormones for reproduction, they can be put to SO much better use.

Why The Lowest Common Denominator of Society MUST Be Sterilized.

In the small community of Holland Township two bizarre, strange people, Heath and Deborah Campbell, decided to reproduce. Even though this EXACTLY demonstrates why some people should be sterilized, that isn’t my point. My point is these two sick fuckers are child abusers even if they never touched their kids in the pants or otherwise laid a hand on them.

The reason I feel these two sick bastards are guilty of child abuse is the names they gave their children: JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell, Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell and Adolf Hitler Campbell. That is just SICK. Why is this child abuse? Because they cast their children as bigots before they even had the chance to decide for themselves.

It’s one thing to hate from your own heart, but it’s a totally different situation to project that hate from innocent children who are totally ignorant to the meanings of their names. Not only that, little Adolf is going to get his ass kicked straight through school, scratch that – through LIFE. Who will ever take this kid seriously?

There is no way around it, this is child abuse plain and simple. Mr and Ms Bigot in New Jersey should have their children taken away, names changed and placed in real homes, and Mr and Ms Bigot should be sterilized.

Given my parents had a sick sense of humor naming me Justin Thyme, it’s one thing to give your child an unconventional name and a totally different subject when you brand your child as a hate monger.

Your child is not an extension of your fucked up beliefs. Your child is not an expression of your opinion. Your child is a human being that deserves a chance to make their own mistakes, not live out the one that you made for them.

I would take joy in watching these sick fools suffer, but I guess white trash is as white trash does.

I LOVE SARAH PALIN!!!1

OH

MY

GOD!

This woman has totally won my love. Now that she is confirmably not in charge of a country she seems to be becoming the Tina Fey version of herself.



I love the fact that she says she's IN CHARGE OF THE TURKEY for thanksgiving! I mean the way the camera is positioned perfectly framing the redneck SLAUGHTERING turkeys behind her while she is there to "pardon" a turkey, it HAD to be set up. Even her speech is tongue in cheek...

So is this Sarah Palin just being Sarah Palin or is she embracing what America now sees her as, and what the rest of the higher up GOP's seem to love about her? People like the moose-hunting god fearing Palin, she's like the REAL church lady of the 21st century. Dana Carvey has NOTHING on her.

Has anyone else noticed that the past few times she's made a public appearance she has been a horrible "epitome" of herself in a way? Like a Palin Characature...