Neanderpundit

Last week the commute home was half in darkness. This week, full dark. Why is the traffic miserable? Have ALL you fuckers forgotten how to drive after sundown?

No, not the TV show, the actual ‘theory”. the one that the anti-theists trot out as “proof” that there is no need for God in explaining the existence of the Cosmos.

I have been doing some experimenting. Now, I love to blow shit up as much as the next guy. Well, actually, the next guy is a piker, I really love to blow shit up. I live only a few miles, after all, from Krazy Kaplains.

I figure, if we can go from the Big Bang to internal combustion engines, I merely need to create a big enough explosion, wait a while, and get stuff. it is at least as plausible as the underpants gnome concept that is being used to promote Obamacare.

So far I have had very limited results. Now, I’m not looking for a V12 BMW engine, at least not right away. One of these would be excellent proof of how this works.

I don’t know how long you have to wait, but I have been married twice, so I know what eternity feels like.

So far I have gotten a burn on my right hand that looks a little like a broken connecting rod, but that’s as much as I have been able to accomplish.

Oh, and for those literal minded dipwads like Matt Walker, this is satire. I have to point it out ahead of time so he doesn’t leave snide remarks about how people will take me seriously. Where do they come from?

Somewhere in the late 80’s, I had a stack of penthouse/hustlers in the crapper at Panpro, where I worked at that time. In one of them- it had to be between 85 and 88- there was a cartoon that I wish I could find again.
It is a picture of a guy standing up against a wall. He has a white cane- a blind man’s cane. He’s wearing dark glasses. His face is surrounded by a sort of a flower headdress. He is wearing a thong, the front of which is an elephant. His pecker is sticking through as the trunk of the elephant. He has swim fins on his feet. He has a tin cup. The sign at hs feet says

“Out of sight. Out of mind”

The style is almost Larsen.

Anyone remember this? have it in your collection?