Thursday, June 15, 2006

Al Gore vs. Freddy

I got COMMENT SPAM on my blog. What IS this world coming to? It's enough to make me just stop exercising and let myself go completely!

Ok, so one has nothing to do with the other. Fuck you.

I saw An Inconvenient Truth the other night. It couldn't have scared me more if Freddy had popped out of the screen and chased me with his press-on nails of death. So it seems that in about forty years or so, Greenland is gonna melt and raise the ocean levels 20 ft. all around the world, making the fact that I'm a rotten swimmer very hard to come to terms with. And it's 32% America's fault. I hate seeing movies like this, they make me feel helpless. I already recycle, take public transportation, and buy biodegradible kitty litter. Everyone else in the theater probably already drives hybrids, buys recycled toilet paper, and eats organic tortilla chips. But the people who drive Hummers, cried when Trojan imploded, and watch cars burn fossil fuels while driving around in circles for SPORT are not going to see this movie, and they're the ones who need to.

What the government should do is replace their poor-ass-excuse for a sex education program with this film in schools. It should scare any horny teenagers enough to keep them from even ATTEMPTING procreation. At any rate, it's more useful than convincing them that you can get HIV from tears. I would consider the replacement money well-spent considering the current curriculum.

Anyway, that's all I have to say today. Well that and I'M BACK! I WILL be writing on this damn blog on a regular basis and there's nothing YOU can DO about it. Except perhaps take away my Caps Lock button. Which might be in order, actually. Go to The end.

2 keep(s) me blogging:

Laura said...

Why not let yourself go completely? It seemed to work for Gore.


But seriously warming is some scary shiat. And I'm sick of all this rain already. It's supposed to be summer now, dammit!

Carson Park Ranger said...

Comment spam?! Is nothing safe from e-commerce? My penis, my mortgage...

Gore's film hit just in time for a long, miserably hot summer.