Friday, August 13, 2010
Jogging for the Master Race
What is it they say about good intentions? That behind every sweetly condescending do-gooder is a little Hitler just aching to get his or her freak on?
What's next, a ban on high heels because of the cost of foot surgery?
Chewing gum because of cavities?
Rubber bands because of sling shots injuries?
Well, at least we can take comfort in knowing there is one thing that our Mr. and Ms. Busybodies will never ban:
Praise Jesus and pass the Cuervo.