So I says to myself, I says, if people are going to misunderstand me and get mad when I’m just saying things like, “Babies are nice. I like life. Thanks, God,” then why don’t I give them something interesting to misunderstand and get mad about? Art, history, fatness, gender studies, and naked ladies. Nah, nobody will get upset.
When my kids were little, I showed them that masterwork of techincolor ham, “The Ten Commandments.” We came to the scene that wallows in the sufferings of the Hebrew slaves: the groaning, the sweating, the filth, and the brutality of the Egyptian taskmasters as they whipped the poor slaves without mercy. My then five-year-old son is rather emotional, so I looked over to see how he was handling it. His eyes were wide and his mouth was agape. And he said, “Boy. I wish I had a whip.”
Wulp, we’re going to the zoo, so if the combox freak show gets too freaky, I’ll have to get caught up later!