The Pencil Today:

THE QUOTE

“I have many regrets, and I’m sure everyone does. The stupid things you do, you regret, if you have any sense. And if you don’t regret them, maybe you’re stupid.” — Katharine Hepburn

NO HITTING

Short and bittersweet today.

I woke up in the middle of the night and it hit me: Writing that I’d like to punch the faces of those two little flamboyant virgins who sing about Rick Santorum was the wrong thing to do.

Loathsome, Yes; Punching Bags, No

It was the equivalent of making a Hitler and the Jews joke or saying I hope a gay guy gets AIDS. Everybody might know I don’t mean it but, still….

So, even though I still detest Camille and Haley Harris, I don’t wish violence upon them.

No matter how privileged and entitled they are, and no matter their obvious obliviousness to the plight of people less fortunate than they are, they don’t deserve punches in their faces.

On the other hand, if the two Santorum balladeers one day happen to be walking down the street and a car zooms by, splashes through a muddy puddle, and the two get drenched in muck, I’d be pleased.

THINK

Yup. Most times, the second thought is the smart one.

3 thoughts on “The Pencil Today:

  1. John Bergman says:

    Trying not to be creepy about this, but those two seem to need and want a good spanking.

  2. John Bergman says:

    My turn to apologize. Just watched the video and it scared the f*ck out of me. This is the America I fear and loathe, While they may or may not need or want a spanking (you know they do), the real theme of their video is their desire for a strong man. A god-centered “good man,” one who knows what’s best for us, and who’s strong enough to force through a new social order for our benefit. Heil Rick!

  3. Susan Sandberg says:

    Yikes, feel like I’ve been Rick Rolled by the Stepford Sisters without my consent! I feel violated.

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