George Carlin is my patron saint

Those of you who know me personally are probably painfully aware that I have perverse sense of humor at times.  I enjoy annoying the snot out of Squidboy with bad puns.  Sometimes Athos, Technogeek and I would tag-team and pelt him with puns.  Good puns, bad puns, and some real rotten-egg-fart puns.  That may be why he escaped to the military as soon as he could.

I also have a deep and abiding love for both well-written sociopolitical satire and dark humor.  I almost said "black humor", but these days it could get me branded as racist, or at least as woefully non-PC.  (If I had sufficient alcohol in my system, I might attempt a Carlin-esque

riff on that, but not tonight.  Count your blessings for small favors, folks.)

So why should you give a brass farthing* for any of this totally useless information?  Because I want to recommend a darkly humorous post written by an articulate writer and cynical observer of the human condition, the blogger known as "Crusty Ambulance Driver".  Please keep an open mind while reading....

And just for the record, no, your brains are not going to fall out if you keep an open mind.  That's an urban legend started by people who would prefer to tell you what to think, rather than permit you to think for yourself.  Yes, people might throw garbage into it (as one blogger observed), but you get to choose what to discard and what to keep, not some petty authoritarian with their own agenda.

*My Fair Lady (1964) fans should recognize the reference to Alfred P. Doolittle (so wonderfully portrayed by Stanley Holloway).  He goes to Eliza for money after seeking it from others and being told, "...not a brass farthing".