Brain Splatter

Don't believe me? Just check out the school shootings. Three in the space of a week and a half. It does make you kind of sick. But I think that is the kind of thing that happens in those out of the way places. All the nuts gravitate to wide open spaces to write their manifestos and such. I know that, personally, the suburbs have alway creeped me out a bit. All that sameness. The reason for that could be that I always lived in apartments. Or it could be because of all the weird shit that people do in the country--guns, and bombs and weird religious cults? Or would that be an unfair generalization? And do I care? Probably not.

I just know a random gangbanger or mugger doesn't seem so bad now. Oh, and would the media care if this wasn't happening to a bunch of white people? So it goes...

Then you have that Congressman who has a thing for young, nubile, hairless, oiled-up, boy meat. Okay, I may have pushed that last bit a little far but then again who doesn't like the the nubile, hairless, oiled up, boy meat?

Well, me, for one. I am not gay. At least not in the hot man love kind of way. I do have a gay side. That is the side that can admire women's fashions and home decor stuff. That is the side that can watch Home and Garden Television or This Old House not just for the power tools but to see what kind of design they doing. That is the side of me that has to turn up the radio every time I hear "It's Raining Men" by the Weather Girls. I guess it could be considered a feminine side. Either way I am comfortable with it. I dig the chicks and I am comfortable with my masculinity. Except for wearing pink. Straight men don't wear pink. Sorry but that is just the way it is.

I think pink shirts on men might be another sign that the world is going to hell. Laterzzz...

// posted by Biff Manly @ 9:54 PM