Dan Bialek Loves Kittens

I saw this story in the news today.

Obviously this guy doesn’t understand the difference between a publicity stunt and just doing something flat-out retarded.

Yoko Ono was invovled, so it’s safe to assume that what he did was retarded.

If he had gotten someone classier and more respectable like Morgan Freeman or Sir Paul McCartney to show up and eat Corgi balls then maybe I’d be more apt to be on this guy’s side.

Bill Hicks was one of the most influential American comedians of the last two decades.

For better or for worse.

Usually both.

Go here and get the HTML code to this movie and embed it on a friend’s MySpace or Facebook page.

Or, make your own short anti-war Cindy Sheehan commercial and do the same.

Sure, it’s kind of an annoying thing to do.

But, I think it’s better to be annoying than apathetic.

My video says to complain to someone because I’m not some nutjob who thinks that we have to rise up and overthrow the government overnight. I’m just saying that if you’re unhappy about the war tell one of your fellow citizens — a friend, a co-worker, your priest, your congressperson, a taxi driver. Just let those around you know that you are unhappy that your country is involved in a war that you don’t want.

If enough people let it be known that they don’t like what’s going on, then maybe we won’t feel so alone and we can start talking about ways to fix this mess we’re in.

If you like, love or enjoy this war please disregard my proposal. Feel free to go around and complain about what a jerk I am instead.

I came home and was all set to sit and complain to my cat and girlfriend how the crowd at the Comedy Store wasn’t very good tonight and that I’d had a crummy set. And then I’d probably obsess that nobody was going to vote for me in the Famecast.com standup comedy contest and that I wouldn’t make the finals or win the $10,000 grand prize.

You know real deep, life-or-death kind of stuff.

Then I made the dumb mistake of launching my web browser and reading the lead story on CNN.com about anti-war activist Cindy Sheehan announcing that she was giving up the fight and going back to normal life divorced, financially broke and in declining health. She even went so far to say that her son who died in Iraq in 2004 had “died for nothing.”

Just when I was trying to stay insulated in my shallow little solopsitic bubble “I want to make it big as a professional poop and booger joke teller” of standup comedic narcissim Cindy Sheehan had to go and pull a stunt like this.

Now that she quit doing the dirty work of complaining about this war for lazy, fair weather liberals like myself I’m stuck with having to care and voice my opinion about the war in Iraq for myself.

Man, I was totally going to go play video games and then watch Real World Denver later tonight on Tivo.

I ended up making the short video in the blog above and posting it to my friends’ MySpace pages instead.

Giving a crap about things is inconvenient. And it makes you look like a cybernetic bleeding-heart weirdo, too.

Tonight at the Comedy Store I received a gift from my gay, transvestite, street hustler, open mic, stalker Boonshakalaka.

It was a creepy gift but not nearly as creepy as the murdered kittens he promised to bring me earlier in the week.

Is it bad that I’m relieved when I’m not receiving dead baby animals from a man who usually wears high heels and a filthy bucket on his head at my place of work? Or, that I won’t be all that surprised someday when I actually do?