Your seven-year-old nephew could paint this shit.

But you couldn't.

He was also right about politics being boring, saturday morning cartoons and whatever the hell it was he saw that time no one believed him. Listen to the kid sometime, really.

Anyway, i'm starting to think we should all just paint something orange and dissolve it in a bucket of lye to absolve ourselves from our sins. Then we can be satisfied that anyone who drinks our sins will really hate it, and we can get on with our frivolous little lives in peace. There's really not enough respect given to the everyday misfit, pariah and maniac. Most of the gently disturbed would really prefer to just go about their miserable business without having to deal with evangelists or those people who know how many muscles they use to smile. If there wasn't such a drug problem in this country, we could probably just medicate ourselves into some form of functionality, but somehow our interstate highway system seems not to be put to effective use.
C'est la vie.