So what?

She bombed, or so I read in every online or print headline I’ve scanned. Did I watch? Do I care? Am I surprised? No, no and hell no! But I have to admit, nothing I saw in the photos accompanying the news items would lead me to believe, at least when compared with any other women of comparable age and number of children brought forth, that she was in any way “out of shape”. Great Beelzebub! What image obsessed lunatics we’ve become if we think the media accurately sets any standard of what fitness should be.

(oh, oh, time to plug the Internet radio station ‘Technicolor Web of Sound’ – sixties psychedelic music – as they are currently playing ‘Let There Be More Light’ by Pink Floyd)

We now return to our regularly scheduled rant-

But of course given the trailer-park gene pool she more than likely descended from, let’s see how she holds up (and in) over the next several decades. Assuming she lives that long. (lifestyle issues and such you know – and let us not forget she is probably still fertile…scary!)

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About Marcus

Who me? Introverted, neurotic, self-absorbed, increasingly cynical observer of human nature and part time social critic in hiding. Most of my life spent avoiding growing up. The naive idealistic passions of youth have evolved into the eclectic eccentricities of adulthood. Northeast Florida small-town native, related to people I can't relate to. Simultaneously my own best friend and worst enemy. Politically and spiritually unaffiliated, my personal ideologies put me all over the map or off it completely.
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