Sweet Pastries

Go to Iran and order a Danish pastry, and the hash slinger very well may look at you as though you're out of your mind.

Or he may set you on fire.

Some clever so-and-so has gone and renamed the things "roses of the prophet Muhammad" in the check-mate of this insidiously brainless wrestling match. It's a victorious elbow drop off the top turnbuckle, buddy, really it is.

Remember "freedom fries"? Well, evidently that whole shebang wasn't ridiculous enough to avoid inspiring duplication.

I want to meet the people who think this, or anything having to do with this whole cartoon altercation, was a good idea. Caricatures themselves, they probably exist in a two-dimensional world and display pseudo-intellectual inscriptions at their feet.

Unfortunately, they can't be thrown away with the Sunday paper.

It's hard to imagine that this behavior erupted from the same planet that gave us things like bicycles, Nietzsche's compositions, and key-lime pie.

We exist in a drug-induced hallucination, and we're not waking up.

This will be my last post on cartoon terror. It's just too aggrivating.