Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Poor rodent

So, the groundhog saw his shadow. Of course he saw his f*cking shadow it was partly sunny and that's what happens.
What I find truly amazing is that over 30,000 people came out at 7 o'clock in the morning to watch a groundhog sh*t himself at seeing his own shadow and knowing he was being watched by tens of thousands of people. What were those people doing? I'm assuming they were all unemployed and very bored, not to mention cold. It was 15 degrees outside.
The verdict of this strange ritual; 6 more weeks of winter. How do you figure?
And we call ourselves a rational Rodent watching, jobless soothsayers who will go from worshiping a beaver to worshiping two football teams while tanking out on wings, nachos, beer and flashing boob images.
And we wonder why we're slipping as a country and a culture.
Did I mention that NBC is so desperate for cash that they sold a Superbowl ad slot to a pro-life organization? Yup. Right as you take that big, cold swallow of beer an unborn fetus will flash on the screen.
Amazing. Simply amazing. Can't wait for the halftime show when Taylor Swift and Beyonce flash their nipples and lip sink and dry hump their way through a Stones song.
We need a new national anthem.

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