ISIS and Pornography

Well I'm sure it's no surprise to anyone who follows the news that ISIS runs a pretty tight ship when it comes "morality". Roaming bands of "authorities" patrol the streets administering lashings and a good old fashioned tongue wagging when they see a female in the street who had the misfortune to expose her elbow.

For more info on this go here:
Woman in Syria With Undercover Camera Exposes Life Under ISIS in Syria

Now male jihadists have "needs" (nudge nudge wink wink) and for the lucky few jihadists who have liberated themselves a new wife those " needs" can be addressed. For the other men who find themselves with no prospect of any female companionship, and are considering strapping on a suicide vest just so they can meet Allah and the virgins, well they have resorted to pornography.

Yes that's right porn. It's seems the reach of porn knows no boundaries and even stretches into the territory currently controlled by ISIS. I have been able to get some photos of this "jihadist porn" so we can hope to gain some insight into this group.

ISIS approved pornography:

ISIS approved pornography

 ISIS Hardcore XXX Porn

ISIS - Hard Core Porn

Not sure after seeing this what insight if any we can gain from this  - perhaps I should just forward my info on to Obama and the Pentagon so they can learn about their new enemy....

Cooking With ISIS

It seems there is more to ISIS then meets the eye.

It's true they aspire to claim religious authority over all of the Muslim world.
It's also true that they have established a caliphate or religious state.
ISIS has been very effective at spreading their propaganda through social media via some ghastly decapitation videos.

Maybe they will get some positive press with their take on the traditional Tomato and Cucumber Salad - MMM Refreshing......

How I feel after a Grande Espresso at Starbucks

A hooker, A bag of chips and $5

I was sitting parked in my car in a seedier part of town, the sun was going down and societies undesirables were emerging from their crack dens to prowl the streets. Say what you like about society's undesirables but they certainly have an entrepreneurial streak.  Sitting in my car I was offered some crack,meth, molly and a "date" with a toothless lady (?) called Sharon.

I politely declined any and all offers -
"No thank you sir I will not partake of your fine crack cocaine "
"Sorry Sharon I will respectfully decline your offer of a good time"

When I had a moment I sent a text to my wife telling her where I was. To my surprise she replied in a positive manner.

"There you are surrounded by $50 hookers and you with only $5 in your wallet" my wife said

I opened my wallet and my heart dropped when I saw the lone $5 bill in my wallet. She was right.

"This should be fun" my wife continued on " See what fun you can have for $5"

I could hear her laughing as I hung up the phone.

Here was my opportunity  to have a wild and crazy encounter. An encounter that has been endorsed by my wife. An encounter  that I could relive for years through conversation at the work place water cooler.

I talked to the local crack dealer,  and even though crack is a drug for the budget conscience junkie - he would not sell me his wares.

Sharon, even being toothless and having a blackeye "still had standards"

This was not looking good - would I have to tell my wife that she was right and I could not have fun in this den of decadence with $5???

Suddenly inspiration struck me.  I had my eureka moment. I knew how I could have fun for only $5

I slouched down in the front seat and  masturbated - then I went into the corner store and got a bag of chips and a Pepsi.

I can't wait to tell her that I won our bet.....

There's an Aryan in my kitchen.

Paula Deen and her latest admittance to using racial slurs has now  reached a higher level of intrigue.

Paula Deen for those of you who are not aware, is not a platinum album selling rap artist. A career where the excessive use of the "N" word is necessary  to achieve any degree of success and street cred with your "homies". No Paula is in fact  an American cook, cooking show host, restaurateur, author, actress and Emmy Award-winning television personality.Paula Deen if you haven't figured it out yet is also white.

Racism has become an key part of her success in the kitchen. Our crack team of researchers (Me and Google) have uncovered a list of products that the white supremacy supporting Mrs Dean will not use in any of her recipes

Uncle Ben's Brown Rice - Umm Brown Rice?  No spatula wielding Aryan would ever be seen using such a product. Try again..

Aunt Jemima's Syrup - This is considered by some racists to be a "gateway condiment". This sweet syrup makes good honest white children fat and immobile, while the grown up version of this drug - crack cocaine -makes mommy and daddy lose their self esteem and all their worldly possessions.

We wont be seeing any Fried Chicken and Collard Green recipes from Mrs Deen anytime soon.

It's also safe to assume that based on the evidence presented here, the Pillsbury Doughboy aka Poppin Fresh, is the biggest inspiration behind her recipes. Consider the following...

**Thanks to the twisted minds at T-Shirt Hell for the above graphic**

I'll show myself out........

As Dumb as a Shovel

There was a time when mankind was capable of great things.
Columbus sailed the ocean blue and discovered new lands, Einstein had his theory of relativity and Bill Gates made the computer. But alas I fear that the time of mankind being at the top of the proverbial mental food chain have come to an end.

In days of yore we had Shakespeare's Hamlet saying those famous words -

"To be or not to be that is the question. 
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer 
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, 
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles etc etc.....

Thanks to a regular diet of TV shows like " Here Comes Honey Boo Boo" you can hear gems like:

 "Please, women that are of voluptuous size, put some clothes on ... All that vajiggle jaggle is not beauteous." 

Huh? Why do I feel like I suddenly forgot how to tie my shoes??

We are in an age where we are experiencing an extreme atrophy of our brains.

 I think the time is right for me to take my place in the medical journals and be the first person to donate their living brain.

How can I survive without a brain you ask? It's not that difficult. For starters I'm a man and as any woman will tell you we have small walnut sized brains to start with - and we think with our genitals so we can afford to give up our brain.

How often am I going to be doing complex algebraic equations anyways? That's just it I'm not!  Another reason not to have a brain. With all the mind numbing drivel that populates the TV and the Inter web I can't see that anyone  will need their brain anymore.

 Yup - Yes Siree I'm gonna donate my brain to science and be as dumb as a shovel. Maybe when I'm as dumb as a shovel I will be able to understand the appeal of Jersey Shore....

Royalty on Display

Everyone by now has heard about the chaos the naked photos of the Duchess of Cambridge have caused the royal family. The royal family has in fact sued the publisher of the photos for breach of privacy. Well this morning it seems there have been more naked photos of the royals published. No not more photos of Prince Harry's Charlie Sheen inspired escapades, but rather a very revealing photo of his dear old grandmother - or as us common folk call her - "The Queen" It was only a few hours after the photos of the Queen where leaked that the people of merry old England, launched a lawsuit of their own suing the magazine publishers for "mental and emotional anguish" Think they are exaggerating - take a look below and see for yourself.

Thankfully at this moment there are have been no more photos published.

Pin the tail on the house wife....

As any dog owner can attest, it is possible to know how your pet is feeling by looking at their tail.

For those of you who do not have dogs "Tails" are usually located at the rear end of the dog - that is the end without eyes, and they can range in size from a few inches to several feet.

Body Language based on tail position examples:

Tail Position: Straight out from body. = AGGRESSIVE

Tail Position: Partially lowered. = ANXIOUS

Tail Position: Up.Wagging. = CURIOUS/EAGER/ EXCITED

Tail Position: Wagging vigorously. = HAPPY/PLAYFUL

I'm sure you will agree that this can be a very helpful tool in regards to determining your dog's mood and attitude.

I would like to propose that we consider surgically implanting tails onto women. Speaking as a man who has been in a long term relationship with a female with 3 daughters ,a surgically implanted tail could have saved me much grief and needless arguments.

Women are a more complex species - admit it guys we're not that complicated. Give us cleavage and fatty foods and we're eating out of your hand.

But women are a different breed entirely. A violent hormone induced tsunami lies just beneath the surface, ready to be engulf the next hapless male victim. There is no sign of the impending destruction. On the surface everything seems calm. Perhaps a surgically implanted tail could avert a tragedy and give the man a chance to survive?

These surgically implanted tails could help rebuild the "family unit", reduce the divorce rate,and ultimately save society.

With such a big up side should we not at least consider this option?

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE:

My idea of a tail for females that would reflect their moods is not as far fetched as I originally thought. I stumbled across the follow product from the fine people at Kiluck corp.  Seems they have developed a wearable tail that will reflect your mood. Exactly what I was looking for. Ok now it's time to raise the limit on my credit card and get a boatload of these tails for family and friends.

Think I'm making this up see for yourself....

Pin the Tail on the Housewife is now reality

Christmas Trees and the PC Police

"Psst hey buddy - wanna buy a Christmas Tree?"
A shadowy figure beckoned to me from the alleyway. Usually having any interaction with men in alleyways was never a recommended practice - let alone on a dark December night.

"I know you want it" the figure spoke again, and he slowly pulled back his trench coat to reveal the branches of a Christmas Tree.

My heart begin to race, my mouth was dry. The shadowy figure was right. I did want it - I needed to have my own Christmas Tree. I wanted to decorate the tree with shiny baubles and top it all off with an angel. Maybe I would set my model of the Nativity under the tree - but dare I risk attracting the attention of the PC Police?

The PC Police or Politically Correct Police were every where, and they were everyone. During the "Holiday Season" they patrolled the neighborhoods looking for anything that celebrated the birth of Christ.

If they saw any Christmas displays the offenses could range from a ticket for a minor offense - such as wishing someone "Merry Christmas" up to jail time for what was deemed - "offensive public display of Christmas themed items". These where things like Christmas Trees and Nativity Scenes.

The PC Police would prefer that there were no Christmas displays at all, but if you did feel the need to decorate you where "strongly advised" to provide a "religiously neutral display" using items such as Frosty the Snowman or the Coca-Cola Polar Bears.

I knew I was flirting with the possibility of some time in the slammer, the big house, or the clink if I was caught with a Christmas Tree I laughed to myself,this could turn out to be most memorable Christmas ever.

I took a few more steps into the alleyway. The air in here smelled like Evergreen trees and memories.

I could make out the man in the trench coat now - his eyes where darting nervously over my shoulder looking for the PC Police - maybe he thought I was an undercover officer.

"Merry Christmas" I said.

The man in the trench coat relaxed visibly - no member of the PC Police would ever utter the words "Merry Christmas" He knew he would not get caught tonight.

"Merry Christmas to you too" he replied.

He pulled back his trench coat to fully reveal a beautiful Douglas Fir tree.

"See anything you like?" he said with a grin.

Unable to speak I found myself stammering - "how how how how much is it?"

"$350" the man replied

I dug into my wallet and thrust the money at the man.

I was frantic, I grabbed the Christmas Tree and shoved it under my coat. Shuffling uncomfortably out of the alley I made my way back to my house.

I would decorate the tree tonight and invite all my friends over. Together we would sing Christmas Carols and wish each other a Merry Christmas - PC Police be damned!

This site is OCCUPIED!

The occupy movement has packed up their tents and gone back to sleeping in their parents' basement. Has anything even changed as a result of their actions? The simple answer is no!

I think the "occupiers" could have achieved great things if they had only picked the right spot for their protest movement. Instead they picked locations that looked good on TV such as Wall Street. Other then a few day traders needing delousing and the odd tetanus shot, none of the 1% was inconvenienced in any fashion.

I propose that to get results, the occupiers should not have camped out on Wall Street but rather they should have "occupied" every washroom in New York.

If you've ever been outside a locked bathroom door - legs crossed, buttocks clenched, your face drenched with sweat - praying frantically to whatever God you hold dear - you understand how effective this technique could have been.

The nightly news would be full of images of the rich and powerful shifting uncomfortably from side to side in front of a locked bathroom door. Marijuana smoke would leak out the edges of the door as the occupiers enjoyed a bong. While a shot of the New York socialite would show the rising levels of panic and fear in their eyes.

As the news cameras continued to film, voices would be raised,and sphincters would get clenched even tighter. On every news network in the country the rich and powerful of New York would be seen begging and pleading for mercy.

Sure there are likely to be casualties from this new occupy movement but nothing that a trip to the dry cleaners could not fix.

How motivated would you be to negotiate,if you came across a locked bathroom door just as you felt that unmistakeable stirring in your bowels?

Is Santa Claus a bad example???

There was a recent post in the British Medical Journal that blamed Santa Claus for the rise in childhood obesity, smoking, drinking etc. I have included the link below if you want to read more about it or you think I'm making this up.
Santa Claus - setting a bad example

Santa has an extremely stressful job so one can only expect that jolly old St. Nick would need to blow off some steam now and again. So he eats a diet high in sugar and saturated fats is that so wrong? Few among us have not also succumbed to the very same thing during a late night snack attack.

Santa has not had any Charlie Sheen inspired parties for years now - ever since Mrs Claus entered the picture. Charlie Sheen style parties always seem to involve a smorgasbord of pharmaceuticals and an assortment of some of the adult film industries best talent(?)

Santa has never been a football coach with an unnatural obsession with his quarterback's sack.

Santa was kissing Mommy under the mistletoe not little Billy. Cut Saint Nick and his high fat diet some slack - it could be much worse.

Why Jesus Christ does not have an I Phone...

I saw Jesus the other day and he was furious. I don't think I've ever seen him this angry. Even all the sodomizing that the Vatican did never evoked this type of response.

"That's it I've F*##@#* had it with that Steve Jobs jackass"
Jesus' outburst caused several patrons in the cafe to cast disapproving glances at the son of God.

"Ever since he died I've heard nothing else but Steve Jobs this, IPhone that - even Dad is saying that Steve would have done a better job than me. But this is the last f*#@$% straw"

With that Jesus thrust a newspaper article under my nose.
"Read it!" He roared.

It was an article from the Los Angeles Times, the headline seemed to leap off the page.

Steve Jobs conducting miracles in suburban basement.

The article went on to explain how after a flood in his basement, homeowner Charles Gonzalez found the image of former Apple founder Steve Jobs in a water stain on the wall.
"I didn't think anything of it when I first saw it" Gonzalez explains "But all that changed after my wife Maria saw the image. She stroked the stain gently with her fingers and then placed her hands on her stomach. I wouldn't believe it if I did not see it for myself."

A paragraph followed about how the Gonzalez family had been trying unsuccessfully for years to have a baby. Doctors had recently stated that Maria could not have kids of her own as her ovaries where much too scarred to produce any viable eggs.

"Have you got to the part about the baby yet?" Jesus demanded

I shook my head at the son of God and continued to read...

I came to the part Jesus was talking about - it seems that after touching the water stained image of Steve Jobs and then touching her belly - a miracle had occurred. Maria's ovaries had healed and 9 months after touching the water stain in their basement, Charles and Maria Gonzalez where parents to a healthy baby boy.
"We're calling him IPod in honor of Steve Jobs and for all he did for us" Charles explained.

Soon after word of the miracle in their basement got out, the Gonzalez home was inundated with prospective parents paying for the opportunity to touch the water stained image in the hopes that they too would become pregnant.

"They called the damn kid Ipod" Jesus said "What kind of name is that? And that f#@%&*! Steve Jobs is conducting miracles from beyond the grave? What the hell is next? I'm gonna find myself out of a job if Dad gets word of this"

I looked at the son of God and shrugged my shoulders - there was nothing I could say that would reassure him. It would seem that the mythical powers of Steve Jobs know no boundaries and Jesus - the quintessential miracle worker could soon be looking for another line of work.

How the Horn of Africa is helping save a Hollywood salon from destruction.

It truly is amazing what can happen when people band together for a common cause. This was clearly seen this past weekend in regards to the threatened closure of one of Hollywood's most famous salons.

The salon -(which will remain nameless for legal reasons) is going to be destroyed so the city of LA could put up a multi-storied parking garage. The hue and cry from the people on Hollywood's A list about the prospect of losing their favorite salon was tremendous.

Only a few minutes after the LA city council made their decision, a daytime soap star sent an email about the anticipated destruction of their beloved salon to a few of her close friends. In the email she asked that everyone show solidarity and support by having a hunger strike until the salon was saved from the wrecking ball.

Thanks to the wonder(?) of the internet the soap star's email made it's way to the Horn of Africa where she found a group of people that were only too eager to take up the hunger strike cause if it meant saving a salon in Hollywood.

At last count over 10,000 people in Africa have made the ultimate sacrifice by dieing for their cause. Unfortunately none of Hollywood's celebrities have the same "stick-to-it-iveness" as the people of Africa.

The LA city council has not reversed their decision to destroy the salon. Even the LA City council and their grade school geography know that the people in Africa will not be voting in the next LA municipal elections. The destruction of the salon is still on. You can help by forwarded this article to people on your mailing list - help save the salon and spread the word.

Crazy Christians Copy Crucified Christ

Today is Good Friday and for the great mass of unwashed heathens, or Muslim readers who frequent this blog let me explain the significance of this day. Good Friday as the people at Wikipedia explain it as "a religious holiday observed primarily by Christians commemorating the crucifixion of Jesus Christ and his death at Calvary."

Well some current fans of Jesus take this opportunity every year to reenact the crucifixion of Jesus. People actually line up for the opportunity to have spikes driven through their hands and to be suspended from a cross. Don't believe me read about it here - go on I'll wait.....Kooky Crazy Christians Copy Crucified Christ

See - crazy eh? Well one thing the article did not tell you was that this years crucifixion festival(?) has a new corporate sponsor. Home Depot will no longer be sponsoring the nailing of people to the cross. This years festival is sponsored by the US Government.

Yup Obama and his band of merry men have provided the monies needed to run this years crucifixion ceremony. They have also been kind enough to provide several busloads of excess Iraqi and Afghan prisoners to practice on. Bless their hearts. Abu Grahib must be getting full....

Now the crazed Christians have all the nasty, stinking, dirty, heathen, enemy combatants to practice their crucifixion skills on. This years festival is sure to be a smash hit thanks to the good old US of A.

RIP- Money For Nothing 1985 -2011

I cannot believe that this is happening in 2011 but the "geniuses" at The Canadian Broadcast Standards Council have banned all Canadian Radio stations from playing the Dire Straits mega hit - Money For Nothing. They claim a listener was offended by the use of the term "faggot" in the song.

Money for Nothing for those who may not be aware was released in 1985 and was an international hit for Dire Straits.

I guess if one international mega hit can be banned from the airwaves by the Canadian Broadcast Standards Council there are sure to be others to follow.

I have included a list of major rock hits that I have deemed offensive to certain segments of the population. I propose that everyone write into the CBSC with their own suggestion of a mega hit that needs to be banished from the airwaves.

If we write thousands of letters the CBSC will be forced to pull thousands of songs off the radio due to listener complaints. Once they purge the airwaves of any offensive mega hits, listening to the radio will mean listening to large blocks of silence followed by a 30 second spot for "Bob's Used Cars".

For those of you who want to contact the ivory tower residing troglodytes you can do so here:

Address: Canadian Broadcast Standards Council
P.O. Box 3265, Station D
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
K1P 6H8
Telephone: 613-233-4607 or toll free at 866-696-4718

Email Address: Email CBSC

Without Further Ado I present:

Dave's list of Offensive Mega Hits

Stairway to Heaven -(Led Zeppelin) offensive to Atheists and Satanists alike.

Lolo - (The Kinks) - offends anyone not comfortable with the idea of picking up a "Tranny" in a bar - come on people live a little....

Hotel California - (The Eagles) - offensive to stock holders in major hotel chains such as The Hilton and Motel 6

Sympathy for the Devil - ( The Rolling Stones) - Offends most organized religions with the exception of your local Satanist Chapter.

Jump - (Van Halen)- considered offensive by both paraplegics and quadriplegics.

Brittney Spears - offends everyone.

Did I miss any?

From the Christmas Vault

With the appearance of both Jesus and Santa Claus likely to occur in a matter of days. I wanted to dredge out a few Christmas themed posts from the archives for you to enjoy.

The first link is to the story behind the "Nativity Story"

The Real Nativity Story

And the other link is to an old standby here at Out of the Mouth of Dave it's a cherry little cartoon I drew a few years ago in an attempt to capture the holiday season.

King of the Elves

Enjoy all the holiday has to offer and be sure to wish those Politically Correct bastards out there a Merry Christmas!

-Dave

Sir Bob Geldof and the Haitian Refugees

2010 has been a tough year for most people but none more that the poor downtrodden Hollywood Celebrity.

A few of the more notable "celebrities" to move into the proverbial poorhouse are as follows:

Nicolas Cage - $6 Million in unpaid taxes, recently filed for bankruptcy

Pamela Anderson - her and her breasts have over $500,000 in unpaid taxes

MC Hammer - over $13 Million in debts and filed for bankruptcy

Mike Tyson - $13.4 Million in unpaid taxes

Willie Nelson - $16.7 Million in unpaid taxes

The list goes on and on....

So what can we do about the food stamp reliant celebrity?

Sir Bob Geldof, the man behind Band Aid, Live Aid and Live 8 is back with yet another money raising show. This one is called Oscar Aid



I think this time Sir Bob has pulled off a masterful public relations stunt.

The show will happen Jan 1 - the pinnacle of the holiday/ festive season. A time when people are still pretending to care about their fellow man and are apt to dig deep for the chance to help some of Hollywood's most famous people.

The true piece of Sir Bob's genius is the fact that the featured choir at the festival will be made up solely of Cholera infected Haitian refugees.



That's right the children whose parents where mashed and mangled in the 2010 Haiti Earthquake are back to sing for celebrities and deep pocketed donors.

I've had a chance to see a promotional video that Sir Bob sent out and I can tell you that when you see the Haitian refugee children standing under the lights, their distended bellies moving and swaying to the beat, you too will feel compelled to grab your VISA card and call the operators who are standing by.

It would seem that the recent cholera outbreak in Haiti had more side effects than just watery diarrhea and vomiting. That group of cholera ridden refugees standing on the stage sing like angels.

Sir Bob is even talking about taking the refugees on the road. Crossing the country to raise money for celebrities who are forced to wear "off the rack" clothes. The concert will surely leave a trail of happy concert goers and fresh cholera infestations in it's wake.

TSA "Fantasy" patdowns coming soon.

I'm sure by now everyone is aware of the whole TSA screening debacle. Let me summarize for those who are not- Minimum wage TSA employees have been accused of groping travelers. Running their hands over women's breasts and touching male travelers "junk". All this press has had a negative impact on the TSA and put a bad taste in the air travelers mouth.

Late night talk show hosts now joke about going to the airport for a "quickie". The TSA should take the bull by the proverbial horns and mine this publicity goldmine for all it's worth.

I propose that the TSA hire celebrity look a likes to pat down air travelers. What woman would refuse to have Johnny Depp run his hands over her breasts? and what man is going to refuse having Pamela Anderson touch his junk? Exactly, none!

The setup would be similar to what you see in brothels. Upon entering the security area there would be a line up of candidates to pat you down. A smorgasbord or buffet if you please.

The women, and even some of the men I suppose, could choose to be patted down/ groped by Brad Pitt, or George Clooney and there would always be a seething , teeming mass of teenage girls for the Justin Bieber look a like.



For the men, the line up for the large breasted, mini skirt wearing schoolgirl, would always be a long one regardless of when you fly. But if you plan your itinerary correctly, it could be possible to get your junk groped by a Kim Kardashian or Scarlet Johnannsen look a like prior to departing for that important sales meeting or family reunion.

There of course would be no additional fee for this service as it is already included in your exorbitant ticket price.

I guess it's possible that more people may start flying, and the line ups would get even longer at the airport. And I suppose you may also have those people who deliberately have contraband taped to their body in the hopes that they will be pulled over for a more "intimate session" with their fantasy TSA agent.

Oh and for all our Muslim friends, the TSA has applied a liberal dose of irony. If you are a member of the Muslim faith the TSA has deemed it appropriate that you are groped by Salman Rushdie.

This certainly looks like it will be a very interesting holiday travel season.

The Good News behind Childhood Obesity

People say that every cloud has a silver lining and the gray cloud of rising childhood obesity is no exception. How can an increase in number of obese children have any positive impact at all? Allow me to explain.

The spike in childhood obesity is due to the fact that kids today are much more sedentary than previous generations. Kids now play video games instead of road hockey, they spend their days "tweeting" and "Facebooking" instead of building tree forts and playing "Cowboys and Native American Casino Owners".

Of course this sedentary lifestyle means that our kids are packing on the pounds especially when you add in the high fat, high sugar snack foods they gorge on during their all night sessions of World of Warcraft.

So with all this going on where the hell is the silver lining?

Well you see it's quite simple really - Pedophiles don't like fat kids!

A controversial Vatican based research program studied the habits of pedophiles and found out that the vast majority of pedophiles do not find pudgy, portly, obese children attractive at all.

This ground breaking research study shows that pedophiles are not much different than ourselves - other than the fact they have sex with children - but pedophiles like a partner who takes care of themselves and hasn't gone to pot with love handles and beer bellies at the age of twelve.

What is today's parent supposed to do with this information? Should they continue to keep their children safe inside away from pedophiles and have them gorge on Cheetos knowing that childhood diabetes is not far away? Or should they throw out the X boxes and video games and force their children play outside at the mercy of the roving gangs of pedophiles?

Playing outside sounds crazy but kids used to do it years ago. My suggestion is to throw out the X Boxes and video games. To protect their children against pedophiles they can simply not have their children go anywhere near any of the following;
Priests, Sport Coaches, Cub Scout Leaders, Barbers, Butchers, Candlestick makers....

Oh yeah as a final safety measure any truly loving parent should buy their children a Glock 9. Nothing says "I Love you" like a handgun.

Hello there

I wanted to make a quick post to let everyone know that I am taking a bit of a break from blogging. Real Life has a tendancy of coming along and shaking you by the scruff of the neck. And that is exacetly what has happened at my end. Rest assured I will be back poking fun at the crazy world we live in. In the meantime take a look through the archives - there is gold in there.

- Dave