I don’t like trends.  If the in thing to do is breathe oxygen I’m liable to give it up.  So when South Park came along, I was unimpressed; even though it was a favorite and recommended to me by my dearest Snookie.  I’ve always trusted Snookie’s judgment, but then again she once confessed to enjoying the movie Deep Impact, so I was a lil suspicious.  

Seven years later and a whole damn hour to kill before The Simpsons are on.  Damnit!  I guess I’ll have to go do something constructive.  Huh, they’ve syndicated South Park now.  Constructive or show I’ve always refused to watch?  I’d have to do actual movement for constructive so clearly South Park won by a landslide.  

I don’t know if it’s the blatant politically incorrectness or the fact that a tv show rated for mature audiences only (17 and up) precedes The Simpsons every night, but I finally have to agree that South Park is indeed fucking hilarious you cocksucker.   

Oh and I had to come back to bitch about the following:

There is a family in Arkansas (not too much of a surprise there) named the Duggers.  They have 16 children and all bloody theirs.  Catholic?  No no, much worse; they’re too damn Christian.  To be fair, this family is supporting itself as opposed to sucking off our communal teat, unlike those Goddamn Mormons.  And if you want to raise your children in an extremely conservative and oppressing environment to the point that none of the boys can aim worth shit for the toilet because they’ve never been allowed to masturbate; that’s your own prerogative.

BUT!

It’s incredibly selfish to bring 16 children into this fun filled planet called Earth when there are already so many unwanted and abandoned children readily available, and please stop bringing God into the mix claiming he blessed you with this many; because somewhere out there is one helluva bitchslap with your name on it.

We already and have been for several decades putting controls and limits on our pet population.  If someone is stupid enough to keep popping out screeching babies and scratching their head asking, “Wonder where that came from?”  Then it’s time to start rounding up your neighbors for a lil trip to the vets.

“And please, help control the stupid people population by having your local stupids spayed or neutered, or even both just to be on the safe side.  I’m Bob Barker.”

The trouble with nervous and emotional breakdowns is you can only curl up into a fetal position sobbing for so long until you find yourself asking, “I wonder what’s on TV?”