You know, we always joke about disfigured inbred redneck mouthbreathers but we take it as comedic exaggeration... until you find yourself in line at a rural Wal-Mart behind a family with three children... all three obese, all three with overbites, all with the same splotchy skin, all listlessly wobbling in their sandals and flip-flops as they wash their surroundings in a gaze so vacuous that even fish would decry it as hollow-eyed.
All three get the same vote as my parents' only child and you can bet there are thirteen more at home.
Holy mother of Darwin, the Idiocracy is upon us.
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