If Tom and Jerry taught a generation of impressionable youngsters anything, it's that extreme violence is cyclical in nature and begets itself from within its own existence, much like the pheonix rising from the ash. Also that it's fucking hilarious.
What is it about animated avatars of humanity causing each other extreme discomfort and pain that makes one chortle with delight? Oh I know what you're thinking, that cartoons such as Tom and Jerry and Bugs Bunny have been repeatedly dissected to expose the violent content they portray as well as the possible psychological and sociological ramifications of exposure to such content at great length by some of the brightest minds in the country. The difference here friends Romans and countrymen is that it isn't one of the brightest minds in the country discussing it this time. It's mine. So sit back and buckle up. To hell with that, don't buckle up. Don't take any safety precautions whatsoever. Leave the elbow pads and the bicycle helmets tucked away on a dusty shelf in the garage. Disable the airbags. Leave the condoms in the wrapper. Take pills that expired so long ago there isn't a date on the package. Drink chunky milk. Don't hold the handrail on the way down the stairs. Eat an apple without washing it first...
Shit. I forgot the point I was trying to make.
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you should really post more often, because your posts are immensely amusing. i like being immensely amused. if that means i have to sponsor you for a six pack of PBR or whatever nastiness so you can get drunk enough to write about chunky milk and winged carnivores and the like, just let me know.
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