I was thinking.......or was I?

I am back. I had a thought but it is gone now. In any event, I was thinking that it would be cool if the Vikings were still in charge of things. I mean they did do a lot of pillaging and shit, but at least you knew where they stood on the issues of the day. I mean if you could not rape and pillage it, it just was not worth the time. That is the attitude that we need more of today, instead of any politically correct, multicultural bullshit laws. I am not going on a xenophobic, anti-foreigner, rant. It just seems to me that I can accept our differences but there still has to be some sort of Canadian or American "standard" of accepted behavior.

Another thought occurs to me, too. If I were living in an Arab country where they condone or at least excuse "honor" killings, such as the West Bank, Jordan, Saudi Arabia, etc., I would just go on a killing spree. When caught, though I am not sure how long it would take, I would claim I was just avenging the honor of my family. I would just tell the authorities that those that I killed gave my mother the stink eye or something. I think that they would understand because who doesn't want to kill somebody who gives your mother the stink eye.

Which gets me on another topic. We had dinner with my mother, my siblings, their spouses and children on Sunday. After dinner my three year old nephew was playing with the plastic tool set that belonged to my son. At one point he takes the plastic utility knife and tries to stick it up Reggie's, my brother, ass. Now, there must be something wrong there but what do I know. I try to stop him and this little kid looks at me and says, "I'm gonna kill you!"

I would be mortified if I were even half way normal. All I thought is that I have heard that before, but never from somebody so young and never from somebody who has not had to spend an extended amount of time with me, alone especially. It was a first for me there. He did threaten the same to Reggie over dessert, which did get him a time out (or technical foul as Reggie and I both "T"ed him up) after having the chocolate removed (surgically?) from his face. I am not sure what the time out did for him but I am thinking his parents, my sister and brother in law, should cut him back to one cup of coffee a day. It can't hurt.

Another thing the kid does is run, head first into my or Reggie's ass. I am afraid that with his head down, he is going to get his head stuck up somebody else's ass. I would love to be the emergency room doctor that has to extricate my three year old nephew from his uncle's ass. Try explaining that one with a straight face. Hell, try removing the "growth" from Reggie's ass with a straight face. I am thinking that they would end up going to a clinic in a skiddly part of town just to avoid the press. "It was a million to one shot, doc. Million to one!" I guess you would really need an Assman (rear Admiral or proctologist) to do the job.

That is Tuesday for you. Ciao.