Someone told me a great story today. It’s not my story, it’s also sensitive to that which pays my bills. So, it ain’t my place to tell.

However, I will comment — I fucking love how stupid people are.

I have a hope, a deep-seated, comfortable and sure sense in my guts. I know that the sun will continue to rise and set. There will be wars. There will be love. Babies will be born, and all of us shall pass from this mortal coil.

These things I know. And, I know one more thing. No matter what utter stupid falls into your lap, caresses you with its wonderful improbability, no matter what, someone will top it. Or bottom it, I guess.

It’s the stuff of dreams, really. It’s knowing that every forehead-slapping “D’oh” has a better trainwreck waiting around it’s corner.

People are crude and dumb and unknowable. Fucking idiots. I love that.