Losing your job is Climate Change. What happened to Acid Rain? Climate Change. Farting under the covers is no longer called a Dutch Oven/Greek Sauna because under the new generation of Political correctness, it is now referred to as Climate Change. Hell, travel agents call vacations Climate Change! New socks and underwear! Climate Change. When women throw you that curve-ball of thoughts...yes, Climate Change! My back fat is cold, while my butt cheeks are Hot! Climate Change.
My Great Great Great Great Great...Great Grandpa, Krog (with back hair Gene) and his wife Elle [also, with back hair gene (Boy, that is almost blasphemy!)], knew all about the reality of true Climate Change and not some Political term that means warming with cooling, Wet with Dry, Paper or Plastic, yes with no, Highway or Byway ("It's my way or the Highway!" Wouldn't that be Bye-way?), Christians and Jews hugging Muslims while celebrating in dance, Rising with Falling, Truth with Lies, a Snickers bar with a Diet Coke,...and Cats with Dogs! I just want the term Global Warming back so I can focus on somewhat of a debate.
I hope the Universe is warming, or cooling; and whether that is good or bad, I will have to wait for a true definition of reality. My beef is that why is it okay to eat fish, but not livestock, when discussing " ********** ********** " (Nobody has a term that truly fits here these days.); and greenhouse gas emissions produced per pound of protein created. By the way, those Biosphere experiments didn't work either, because I was in there eating soybean Chili! I am just sayin' that I feel so much better that Deli Chicken is deep-fried in "0-Trans-Fat" oil that will power a city bus someday!
Stay Greasy my friends,
The Most Into Resting Man in the World
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
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