I seem to be going over the line for some people. A couple of the semi-moderated site feed blogs that normally list my stuff have opt-ed out on some of my more recent articles. The one below is a prime example. One site had it up for a few minutes (I got traffic on my stat counter from their link) and then took it down.
Granted, my sense of humor is an rather aquired taste, but is it really that far out of the norm? And should I even really care?
In those rare few years when I didn’t have kids living with me I got rather used to sleeping in the nude, or butt-ass nekkid as Freakdaddy would say. Once there were kids back under roof I went back to wearing sleep pants despite ‘the boys’ needing air and hating to be held back like that. Still, THE WOMAN insisted that the girls would be scared for life if they caught me in any less than sleep pants and a t-shirt.
But I guess that there are some people that refuse to give in to convention and continue to sleep naked. More power to them. They just need to be sure that last cigarette is completely out before laying down for an afternoon nap.
Nuns and Satan. Goes together almost as well as peanut butter and tomato juice doesn’t it? The good corporate citizens over at Wal-Mart must think so because they’ve hired a nun to do their dirty work.
Regular readers (that would be all six of you) know how easy it is for me to hate on Wal-Mart. But for the Corporate Satan to stoop so low as to hire a former daughter of Christ to attempt to fight off the bad press is amazing. If this were still the middle ages the Brits would be mounting up for another round of Crusading.
Granted, this gal’s got some taint in her past, or she would still have her habit. But for whatever reason she gave up her marriage to Him, she’s going to find herself a long way from home now. The Beast looks smooth and sexy on the outside, but there is a reason so many towns are turning their backs on those cheap prices.
America is discovering that with the cheap prices come cheap wages. Add to that the poor benefit packages that are only marginally better than having none at all that Wal-Mart is so proud of bringing. The dollars they give to local charities never quite add up to what the local businesses could give before they were shoved out of business. Towns that once took pride in their character and flavor now are waking up to the beauty of strip malls and fast food outlets instead.
In choosing a blue smock for a uniform Harriet Hentges may well find that her old black habit was a better fit after all.
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