to have, as your hearts desire, a soul-filling need to gather herds of midgets dressed as lawn gnomes to storm the lawns of public officials, thereby confirming in their own minds that they have gone insane? Would it further be wrong to arm them with bags of rotting produce? Is it so wrong to want to see them cavorting, oiled and naked through the rose garden?
This is an aberration, the MSM will see Mittens being threatened and step up to attack Santorum just as they’ve done for everyone else.
As of this morning thre people have opined to me that “Santorum is bad for America because he is too interested in what’s going on in people’s bedrooms”
Not to worry, folks. The political climate is such that with gay marriages between women and buildings, and the church’s freedom being trampled with no regard for the constitution, before long the police will break into someone’s bedroom where a gay couple is livestreaming their 6 month old adopted daughter giving head to a rabid dog while a shaved monkey is ramming live cockroaches up it’s asshoile, and the cops will shoot them on sight because they have incandescent light bulbs in the fixture.
maybe it’s time we headed off in the other direction for a generation or two. it would be farging awesome if we saw a return to anything like moral behavior being the accepted norm, instead of the current ‘if it feels good do it” bullshit.
The most vivid, oddly enough, involve me using a Japanese toilet.
Now, let’s get this straight, for those who have not experienced this. A Japanese toilet is sort of like a urinal mounted on the floor. Here’s a great website that shows the way they’re used. When I dream I’m about to have a slip and fall in a Japanese toilet, it means I need to get up and use the bathroom. Usually, just to pee. On the rare occasion that I manage to slide an ankle down a japanese crapper and twist or break my ankle, that means i bettr get my ass on the seat fast.
Here’s the thing:
I’ve never used a Japanese toilet, never even seen one until the middle of the 80’s, but I’ve been having that dream all my life.
I’m having someone else’s dreams, apparently. No, not all the time, I often dream about people I know, etc.
But sometimes… Like last night, I dreampt that a group of women at the local club had seen the Oglet fence, and were astounded by her grace and beauty, and had decided to come to me to be impregnated with pretty kids instead of the hideous little trolls their husbands were giving them.
I found it easy to protest, the Oglet gets her looks and grace from her mother entirely, and showed the ladies in question photographs to demonstrate this, but they were having no part of it. They had made all the arrangements and were going to be working me in shifts.
This just confirms it, I AM occasionally having other people’s dreams. No way that belongs anywhere in my head.
