And now for something so scary you'll plotz...

Happy Halloween Schizophiles! I had plans for a series of Halloween related posts, but I'm running a bit low on inspiration these days and might in fact take some time off to build up a backlog of material for those times my brain decides it's tired of doing the brain thing. In the meantime, check out the chilling and allegedly true tale of the ill-fated Dutch freighter Ourang Medan. If you're wondering what Grampa Simpson all dolled up in his Cabaret finest has to do with this, it turns out **SPOILER ALERT** they were having a Big Gay Party on board and so God had to smite their homersexual asses right off the face of the fucking planet. True facts. Ask the Westboro Baptist Church.

Bullying. Seriously?

When I was a boy in 2nd or 3rd grade, I came home from school one day and told my Dad that I was being bullied, he took me out back, tied my right hand to my belt loop, and came at me like a rabid honey badger. He didn't beat me up, just roughed me up a bit. He wasn't abusive, the majority of the tussle I had a smile on my face, and I vaguely remember giggling. 

When the du

st settled and my scrapes and bruises stopped throbbing, my Dad came to me and said something to the effect of, "Let the bully try that shit now."

I went to school the next day and gave the bully an Indiana Jones-style haymaker, and I never took shit again. Parents weren't contacting parents, coalitions of worried soccer Moms weren't formed, CNN didn't have a roundtable discussion about the event. Playground justice is all that happened. Period.

If we don't let kids sort these things out on their own, we will soon be a nation of total uselessness. Pampering leads to young adults that aren't ready for the real world...ever. Hence the issues we increasingly face. Toughen your kids up by letting them figure some of it out on their own. - Marcus

Facebook Fuckery: Moral guilt fail edition

Admit it. You stop for a minute when you see these things, taking the moment to assess how much you truly value the most important things in your life. You're presented with a conundrum: do you REALLY love your mom/cat/God/sandwich as much as you SAY you do? Well you have just been given the perfect test. If you "like", you're in the clear and probably won't go to hell, at least not for this particular thing. But if you just keep scrolling...well, you've clearly underestimated your love. You've been lying all this time, not only to yourself, but to your family, your pets, your Lord, and your lunch. You bastard.

I bet you're all kinds of pissed now. "But I love my mom/cat/God/sandwich," you say. "I do I do I dooooo...! This is just some stupid shit on Facebook posted by someone with not enough to do. Fuck this shit." I feel your pain, I do. But I also know you feel a weird little awkward twinge of guilt right now for scrolling, like the bastard you are. It's a sign of the times, and I don't like it any more than you do, I assure you. But the writing's on the wall: when you scroll, you might as well put laxatives in your Mom's tea, punch your cat in the face, piss on a Nativity scene...eh, I suppose you can eat the sandwich. But I should warn you, there's a pubic hair in there somewhere. You bastard.

New Sexual "True Blood" Advertising

I admit, I've only watched like two episodes of HBO's popular series True Blood, and I can honestly say I hate it. I understand a lot of the appeal is in the gratuitous sex, but still it made me feel dirty in ways I've never experienced before, and that's saying something. But I still had to appreciate this delightfully tongue-in-ass ad campaign for the series that shamelessly admits it is little more than souped up necro-porn. I'm honestly surprised that the neck holes aren't fully functional fuckable orifices, but it's not like I don't already have enough to talk about in therapy. But at least the blow-up doll is more attractive than the real Anna Paquin.

In the News: Blow job queen runs afoul of sharp things

Meet the 30-year-old Georgia woman who won herself a Darwin Award nomination trying to impress her equally dim-bulb friends with her purported deep-throat skills. Here's your stupid sign. Careful, it has sharp edges.

Products for Assholes

I don't always try to go for a theme with my product reviews, you know, aside from the whole stupid/useless/WTF thing. But this one worked out pretty well, I must say. Yes...it...worked out well that we live in a society that is so obsessed with the human derriere and the various things that come out of it. And as so many enterprising types know, when the masses reach a consensus, there is almost always an opportunity for moneymaking.

The Five Greatest "To Catch a Predator" moments

I'll confess, I'm a huge fan of watching assholes get their comeuppance. As such, I'm also a huge fan of MSNBC'S "To Catch a Predator". For those not in the know, the show is a hidden camera expose of pedophiles attempting to solicit minors online and being caught in the act.