Just When You Thought That Shit Couldn't Get Any Weirder...

I'm currently reading a book called Everything You Know Is Wrong: The Disinformation Guide to Secrets and Lies. This is where I stumble on a brief history of the swastika, as well as the name to find the following link. The story mentioned someone named, “Manwoman” and stated that his/her quest was to cleanse the swastika of the bad stigma that the rotten Nazi Party had stuck it with in the 40’s.

Talk about feeling like King Sisyphus with this task…

Good luck with that, Manwoman. It appears that there is in fact a mission in life harder than those poor souls out to prove that Michael Jackson won’t “sack tickle” every little boy in his new homeland of Bahrain.

The link: Manwoman.net

So, I just get done reading for a bit in the office and I flip on the TV. “All Access: Awesomely Wacky Families” is on VH1, the channel that was on when the TV was turned on, so I just leave it on for some noise while I blog. The next thing I hear is the story about the Stallone's and their brand of family madness. Come to find out, mom’s got the market cornered on this, as she’s a Rumpologist. Yea, that’s right. She’s a psychic/fortune teller who doesn’t read your palm, she reads your ass.

That’s right, your ass.

Enjoy: “I smell something in your future…”