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Monday, December 15, 2003
 
Regardless of how you feel about the capture and nurse's-office-lice-checking of Saddam Hussein, I think we can all agree that Rupert Murdoch is a fat fucking retarded fuckbag. Why do I say that? Well I don't even need to look at the New York Post to know that the cover story's lead is something like "Saddam Found in Ittle-Bitty Hidey-Hole Wearing Apron and Tending Plot of Daisies." I understand that there is a huge market for "news" stories that insult the principals, but this type of reportage assumes a mean and nasty segment of the population that doesn't know any better. You can show a man a good article, or you can give him a subscription to the fish. Paper. Whatever. Objective reporting is dry, dull, and honest -- BO-RING! -- but it preassumes that the intelligence of its reader surpasses that of a spatula. I assume no such thing about you, reader. I'm'a flip my flapjax wit' yo ass. Unh!
     I watched the preview for Errol Morris's upcoming documentary about Robert McNamara, The Fog of War, and then I wasted about half an hour at Sony's home page for the movie. McNamara talks about how the key to ending the Cuban Missle Crisis was a sudden attack of empathy experienced by JFK. Like it took a little girl walking up to the white house with a lollipop, or a puppy, or a lollipop shaped like a puppy, to make THE LEADERS OF THE WORLD think for a moment about what other human beings might be feeling. The intelligence community can tell us what people are thinking, sure. We clearly need an emotional CIA.
     I don't know, but shouldn't empathy be a required skill taught in school? Like, for everybody? What good is school anyway? People envy those who have more than them and are disgusted by those who have less. You shouldn't envy fame, wealth, or power, because look what you become: Rupert Murdoch. Or Colin Farrell, or Fred Durst, or Andie MacDowell. Can people really envy these hapless fucktards? Please imagine the hell of daily Farrelldom. And for Jesus's sake, how can you hate poor people? Just stop a second and ask yourself that question. Fuck!
     I'm going to build a schadenfreudist detector. It'll be a lapel button with a fucking laser in it, yeah? If I'm walking down the street and the button sees you laugh at somebody who trips on a sidewalk crack -- you know, that barking little lip-fart laugh that in kindergarten would have been accompanied by a raised arm and pointed finger -- the button will take your balls or ovaries away, because you are not allowed to reproduce. If you've already reproduced, the button will take your children, too. Then I will make a delicious ovaritesticle tart, smothered in hot baby brains. Brains! BRAAINNNSSS!!

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"drownded"
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