Neanderpundit

When I was a very young child, I had the chickenpox. To keep me from scratching myself raw, my mother put a pair of my dad’s socks on my arms and sewed them together in back. I lay in my small bed completely unable to scratch myself, and had feverish dreams.

I dreamed about a monster. He and his small round headed friends went from place to place, looking for kids with chickenpox who scratched themselves, and the little monster’s navel opened up into a gaping cavern which swallowed the chickenpox kid whole, while his tiny bird friend giggled in glee and his round headed friends sang stupid songs. I called the monster “the belly button sucker upper”. I was terrified of him, and would wake squalling, mom never understanding what it was that I was afraid of. I had somehow superimposed my infantile fears on a snippet of a cartoon I had seen on a neighbor’s television, this being too early in my life for my parents to own a TV.

This is how I grew up terrified of Snoopy and the peanuts characters. I have never before ever told this story to a single soul.

You HAVE to read this article about Algore and Gloebull warmening, in, of all places, the HuffPo.

yes, I linked to the HuffPo. Get over it. Go read the damned thing.

When the warmistas in the HuffPo say gloebull wormening is over, it’s over. ROFLMAO!!!

Yes, she really did say that.
The bone just above my second toe is now in two distinctly separate pieces.

And yeah, you can bet your ass; I did do the ‘motherfucker dance’.

Og will post the pic whenever he gets it.

Ed: Done.