I've probably sat on the inspiration for too long. As I let the idea roll around in my head for the past couple hours, the wackiness has smoothed out. It had some real wild tangents and covered racial tensions and the morons who think it is okay to own pit bulls.
Okay, let me comment on the pits. It is not the owners or the abusers of these killers. Yes, killers. Fuzzy murder machines is what their genealogy designed them to be. Dare I say they are the Lady Gagas of the canine family because they were born that way. Plus, it is not much of a stretch to see Gaga exploit midgets like pit bulls have.
Thus, I guess dobermans are the barking Madonna's. The latest Super Bowl experiment was hot and dangerous 20 years ago while you have to have a wide acceptance of what beauty to consider whom the queers have overly embraced as sexy.
Read the rest of this blog at MainEventOfTheDead.com and be the judge if my satire and criticism can be translated into a B-Movie comedy about Pro-Wrestling Zombies.
Perhaps not totally leftist, but intolerant of those who have found methods to broadcast their opinions about oppression being intellectual, xenophobic, or fiscal. So, it's tough creating page content and then designing it. I can blame the spirit crushing corporations I've worked for or poorly ran domain registries, but regardless who is at fault, I've decided to focus on what people really care about (or at least pretend to) my ravings about the so called trivial natures of this world.
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