The Mind of Spaz

There was a very dark spot in North American history when people were subjugated to ridiculous hatred and intolerance just because of the colour of their skin.

These people were not treated like human beings; instead they were treated like animals. They were spat upon, forced to sit behind others in buses and even made to drink from different water fountains, as if dark skin brings disease.

Thankfully, this time period has passed. Even though there are some individuals who still feel the same, our society as a whole has come to terms with the fact human beings are human beings no matter the shade of skin they wear.

Not only that, but recently society has celebrated those who used to be hated. How do I know this? I know this because of emulation.

That’s right. There are now copy cats who value the culture so much they *try* to be just like them.

Observe:

Notice the strange pose and the fingers held up in a weird posture. Notice the sleeveless basketball shirt and the truckers cap at an odd angle.  Notice this guy probably gets a sun burn with a 100 watt light bulb, but it matters not. He’s *trying* to pay homage to the culture.

It trancends maturity into the fresh faced youth of today, as so:

And makes those who couldn’t beat up a 4 year old girl seem ‘tough’:

It even spills over to the old business types who run America’s economy:

Flattery is a good thing, but enough really is enough.  Of course, we need to place blame. So who’s fault is it?

‘Nuff Said

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Here in Canada, we’re a bunch of pussies.  Really serious wussy ass vagina’s.  Our socialist tendencies make our criminal code all screwed up.  We treat criminals like victims and victims like criminals. Completely ass backwards.

The states is a little more sane when it comes to their criminal code, but they still lock people up way too long.

Here’s what I mean.

Yea, you’re going to rehabilitate the psychotic kiddy diddling mass murdering thieving crack addicting granny rapist?

Please.

Why are we spending millions of dollars to keep him in jail for the rest of his natural life, when a bullet only costs 50 cents?

Really, come on now people.

Get real.

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It’s not often you have the perfect poo. I’m talking all one long piece, comes out easily like someone greased it with Crisco, smooth exit, no splash back, zero clean up and it leaves you with a happily fluttering anus.

This morning I had such a poop.

It came without warning. I was filling the dogs food dish and BAM! There I am running to the toilet with the dog in hot pursuit cleaning up spilled kibble.  There’s nothing like a surprise, especially a pleasant one.

I couldn’t believe it.  There was no little piece hanging on the end that you had to wiggle your butt to get to drop.  There was no leftovers or surprises, like when you think your done, you clean up, and you poo some more.

No ass rain, no associated flatulence, and the stink level was on the tame side of Liza Manelli.  I didn’t need half a roll of toilet paper and the courtesy flush was entirely unesseccary.

I don’t know what I did to deserve such a wonderful poop. God knows I’m an asshole.

I mean, I didn’t even eat well yesturday.  I’m pretty sure the piece of meat I had for dinner was growing green stuff, damned bachelor fridge.

It just goes to show you, even a jerkhole destined for a lifetime in hell can get a break once and a while.

Amen.

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As of late I’ve been thinking of how to improve the world and make things better for my fellow man. Please see A use for the Morbidly Obese for an example of this.  I don’t know why I now suddenly care after 31 years of being a complete jerkhole (yes, I came out of my mothers vaj a jerk, just ask the doctor I pee’d on).

Maybe it’s my old age, maybe I’m mellowing, I don’t know. I just care.

It’s not the super morbidly obese that has no use (until the war).  No, it’s also the ultra impossibly skinny, AKA super models.

These girls starve themselves so much that at one time they may have been attractive, but come on guys. Who wants to fuck a toothpick?  REAL women have hips, boobs, butts and thighs, which is a quality all of these super models lack.

As a matter of fact, super models look and are built like 12 year old boys.  So who the fuck decided what was attractive in a woman, Micheal Jackson? Seriously.

So now you have a group of women who have no actual skills, are spoiled rotten with servants and bottled water and such, and have a physique that won’t allow them to pick up a Kleenex to blow their nose with.  So what possible use do these women actually have?

I’ll tell you what.  Weather kites.

That’s right. Instead of filling a balloon with helium and launching it into the heavens, just strap the instruments to their hollowed out stomachs and a string to the ankle, and launch them into the wind.

Because if you can train a monkey to open doors and put away the dishes, then you can train a super model to lean to the direction scientists want and relay pertinant information.

With an only semi dumb weather kite, it’ll be no time until scientists have enough information to accurately predict tornadoes and the such.

And the best part?  A small bag of brown rice will feed these kites for YEARS.

Your welcome.

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