New billboards spark controversy in Wellington, New Zealand. I knew he'd need his soul one day. How does the leader of the free world find himself in the predicament of a 20 foot public billboard depicting his face with the words Hell and Evil Bastard next to it? It sure isn't by being popular among the world's citizens. Time to take stock, Mr. Bush. Time to regroup. Think Mr. Bush....Think....
Here is a link to Hell's Pizza, the restaurant that put up the billboards. It's a really neat flash style website. I would love to try the "Damned" pizza.
Speaking of thinking, Red Molly sent me a great e-mail. I have posted below it for your enjoyment as well. Thanks RM!
Mountain Girl,
When I got this from my daughter I thought of your blog hence your blog name Life Is A Comedy For Those Who Think...
I don't usually forward jokes but I thought If you haven't read it before you would get a kick out of it.
Have a nice day.
Red Molly
Thinker's Anonymous
It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then
-- to loosen up. Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon
I was more than just a social thinker.
I began to think alone -- "to relax," I told myself -- but I knew it
wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I
was thinking all the time.
That was when things began to sour at home. One evening I had turned off
the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night
at her mother's. I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and
employment don't mix, but I couldn't stop myself. I began to avoid friends
at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the
office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing
here?"
One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you, and it hurts
me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't
stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job." This gave me
a lot to think about.
I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I
confessed, "I've been thinking..." "I know you've been thinking," she
said, "and I want a divorce!"
"But Honey, surely it's not that serious."
"It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as
college professors, and college professors don't make any money, so if you
keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"
"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently. She exploded in tears of
rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional
drama.
"I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door. I headed
for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche. I roared into the parking
lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors...
They didn't open. The library was closed. To this day, I believe that a
Higher Power was looking out for me that night.
As I sank to the ground, clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering for
Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye. "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining
your life?" it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the
standard Thinker's Anonymous poster. Which is why I am what I am today: a
recovering thinker.
I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational
video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we
avoided thinking since the last meeting. I still have my job, and things
are a lot better at home.
I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.
Today, I joined the Republican Party.
I love it RM!
