We interrupt this traditional, sugarplum Christmas to bring you some stuff that is currently going directly to WTF? without even pausing at OMG!
Research Shows Man-Flu is real — No it isn’t; I don’t give a rat’s bum for your research. Here’s the deal. I’m a man; I recently had the flu. It was the regular, one-size-fits-all, everybody-gets-it flu. I was in the hospital with a bunch of women (we were all contagious together) who had the flu — the regular, one-size-fits-all, everybody-gets-it flu. They handled it much better than I did. Why? ‘Cause man-flu is what men do when they need to catch a break from the constant pissin’ contest that is masculine existence. (God! Why do women always need an explanation?)
Some six-year-old earned 11 million dollars last year — That’s correct. There’s a kid out there named Ryan who plays with toys every week on You Tube and earned 11 million dollars last year doing it. However, just to clarify, the pre-schooler himself didn’t actually earn 11 million dollars. (There are some serious child exploitation laws against that sort of thing.) His parents did. Either way, turning an ordinary childhood into an annual eight-figure money-maker is quite an accomplishment. In my neighbourhood, the woman at Starbucks (who’s invested several years and a lot of money into two degrees in microbiology) is pouring coffee for minimum wage — plus tips (that she has to share with the guy who washes the floor.) I guess it’s all a question of marketing.
The Minister of Happiness in India is wanted for murder — Staggered by the irony of that, I still have to ask the question: “How come we don’t get a Minister of Happiness?” We’ve got any number of useless government departments, wasting tons of money on crap we don’t need. Why not throw some coin at a Department of Happiness? What’s it going to cost, anyway? Some balloons? Streamers? Lemonade? Maybe a juggler? It’s something to think about it. Anyway, the Indian state of Madhya Pradesh created the Department of Happiness last year and put Lal Singh Arya in charge. Unfortunately, nobody bothered to background-check the guy, and now Lal Singh Arya is accused of murdering an opposition politician back in 2009. He’s disappeared, and the authorities are looking all over the place for him. (They might want to try looking in the Tickle Trunk.)
Walt Disney just bought FOX — Mickey Mouse, the squeakiest clean rodent in history, is about to give Rupert Murdoch (the Sorcerer of Sleaze) a boatload of money. (Several boatloads, actually.) These are the end of days, my friend — the End Of Days.
And now, back to our regular Christmas programming: the best rendition of the worst Christmas carol ever.
4 thoughts on “Christmas On Pause”
This rendition of LDB was actually tolerable. Let’s hope the $11 million boy doesn’t get a drum for Christmas.
we must remain ever vigilant!
I’ve heard of a few million dollar kid videos, but that one takes the cake.
End of days… we can always dream.
Weirdness abounds. I’m so glad you are vigilant.