Bootie Bad Azz

"Had he come this far just to die,
then? He would not. And if he were to
die in spite of his determination, he
would die on his way to the Tower."

dirty hands

one of the more, if not the most common urban myth is that one’s hands are dirtier than a toilet seat. everyone heard it at one point in his lifetime and everyone tells it at several occasions, sooner or later. at a rather boring party or a wrong gone first date maybe. i think that is already annoying enough. sometimes i want to yell at someone who tells me about it. yell in his or her face: “oh lord, i know and i don’t care, for gawd’s sake! “

what astonishes me is that once or twice a year i even have to read about it in the newspaper. and be assured i am no newspaper man. and when i read such a story titled something like this: “are our hands too dirty?” mostly with a more catchy headline of course. i wonder what is the purpose of the editors to publish one “story” over and over again. i really do. and i came up with three possible answers: (a) they - people who keep spreading the news - want us to wash more, stop shaking hands, stop liking our hands and basically wear medical gloves. or (b) another direction is the following, namely quite the opposite: we - as in the common people - are now asked to embrace our toilet seats. not only embrace it, but even use it as a dish, worhsip it, after all it is far cleaner than our hands. and the simplest solution would be (c) it’s for teh creeps. so that people have to talk about something at a boring party or a wrong gone first date in order to save the conversation and have a rather disgusting topic to talk about.

or, or, or (d) someone just wants to have a reason to talk about toilets!

since finishing school

it has been kinda diffilcut to constantly follow the various blogs and webcomics i have been reading for the last couple of years. not to speak of watching colbert or the daily show. always up to something on the weekend and on weekdays no internet access. well well well

the actual scandal

is that he was arrested thirty years later.

i really, i really cannot understand the uproar caused by his arrest. seriously, why is no one asking: “how could a confessing rapist - and yes i would very much like to use that term - escape for thirty years?” and it’s not like he was trying to hide.

no, instead people are holding up signs saying “free polanski”. i wasn’t aware that pedophilia is accepted in our world. that rape is accepted in our world. and then comes the victim saying it’s alright she has come over being raped and leave the man alone already. nice. in the future we could send all rape victims in therapy and wait until they forgive their rapists. and people are actually pushing it forward as a valid argument.

fucking hypocrisy. we should all ask ourselves how a known rapist, and why a known rapist was able to live in freedom for over 30 (sic!) years. it is disgutsing. disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting