"Get Up, Come On Get Down with the Sickness!"
I'd like to start by thanking all (read: both) of you who wished me a Happy Birthday this last week. Wednesday marked the 29th anniversary of my entering this cold, cold world meaning, obviously, I will no longer have any birthdays in my 20's. For those of you who follow the blog with any regularity, you know this idea has become one of the focal points for the book I'm writing. The project is, of course, still in its infancy, but I'm pleased to report the ideas are percolating.
I'd also like to thank all who opined about the "gentleman" I saw wearing the Irish Republican Army t-shirt. I think I probably got a little too worked up over merely the fact he was wearing the shirt. I'm sure the dipshit had no sense of perspective when he bought the thing. It's interesting because I just read a story yesterday on the huge increase in sales for Duke University lacrosse merchandise. For those not in the know, and you'd have to really be trying to avoid all the news, the Duke University lacrosse team had its season cancelled by the school after an exotic dancer claimed she was brutally raped by three team members at a team party.
That last paragraph had quite a few words, so let me sum it up for you. Exotic dancer claims rape--team season cancelled--two players arrested and charged with sexual assault and kidnapping--sales of team merchandise are through the fucking roof! Sales are especially brisk in....oh you know it....the stores on campus.
Now I'm not going to debate whether or not Duke should even be selling this merchandise....because that would be stupid. Stupid, of couse, because there can be no debate in a one-sided argument. There is no way the university should still be moving the team's merchandise. I am pleased to report the Dick's Sporting Goods stores in the Raleigh/Durham area have chosen to remove all Duke lacrosse gear from their shelves.
So like I said, no debate on that. What we should be debating is why would people want to buy the stuff in the first place. This, in my mind, is just like the guy with the IRA shirt. It's tacky at best and horridly offensive at the worst.
Now anyone who knows me is aware I have some t-shirts that ride the line of taste just a bit. But there is no way I'm sporting anything that glorifies terrorism or sexual assault. I just don't understand people.
Okay, now we're finally to the real point of this post, which means you still have some readin' to do my friend.
Not sure if you caught this, but a report came out of Los Angeles last week concerning a public health issue. Now here in the midwest we've seen a significant increase in cases of the mumps. Now that's a tad on the archaic side if you asked me. So imagine my surprise to hear a woman in Los Angeles has been diagnose with....the bubonic plague.
THE BUBONIC FUCKIN' PLAGUE!
The article I read actually made reference to...The Black Death.
THE BLACK FUCKIN' DEATH!
Now before you get too worked up I have to let you know the bubonic plague is not contagious. Now when it killed some 25 million people back in the 16th century it was spread via the bites of fleas who had previously bitten infected rats. The theory in L.A. is the infection came from disease ridden squirrels.
Now if left untreated bubonic plague can turn into pneumonic plague. Should that happen....watch the fuck out. That said, the folk in Los Angeles believe to have nipped this in the bud.
Now surprised as I was to hear of one person having the Black Death, the article I read informed me bubonic plague is diagnosed....in these "United" States....an average of 10-20 times a year.
TEN TO TWENTY TIMES A FUCKIN' YEAR!
And I thought the guy who killed his girl over cold sandwiches was scary. What's next, an outbreak of leprosy? I used to think it was odd to hear of guys getting the gout.
Well I just wanted to update all ya'll as to what was happening medically in your world. As of right now this is little to fear from the plague, but if you dog has fleas....I'd think about a dip and a nice grooming as soon as possible.
Bring Out Your Dead!
JeffRey
2 Comments:
Since you mentioned gout, I thought you would be interested to know that my crazy neighbor (well, ex-neighbor as of last week) has gout. The crazy fuckin' Texan periodically walks around in an air cast because it fucks with his legs and ankles. Oh yeah, he also had a heart attack a couple years back....he is now about 30. Hence you should "let the cocain beeeeeeeeee."
"Disease-ridden squirrels"? Don't tell Drew Henning. He'll be sleeping in mom and dad's room for years.
-AH
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