…Home of the crazy. And I’m a friend of our neighbours to the south.
A friend sent me this. Actually, she sent it to a group of us, one of whom is a psychiatrist, with the subject heading of “Some new patients for you, [insert psychiatrist friend’s name here]”
In any event, I am posting it for three reasons. One is because I was recently told my blog–and therefore my Facebook page is “severe.” A little fun from Ellen should lighten things up.
Two, because if the people who cared so much about Cabbage Patch Dolls/Child Beauty Pageants/Pinesol actually did something meaningful, this world would be a better place.
And finally, on the severe side of things (truly, I am fun! Why are my assessments of life and culture apparently somewhat pessimistic!?) we were not created to be this idiotic, and some small part of my soul dies when I see that not only are there lunatics out there, but there are others willing to create shows to broadcast this to the nations. And we watch them. Sigh. (“Every time you watch a reality show, a book commits suicide.”)by