Bald Eagle Family Planning

Aren't forwards the most delightful pests? When you are lonely, bored, sitting on a pile of unused bandwidth, sick of checking Orkut or Gmail, a blessed piece of useless trivia pops into your mailbox.

This one was slightly sane, and didn't curse me, cast me to hell or breach candy, warn me of dire consequences of never getting laid, if I didn't forward to 200 other hapless god-fearing souls who are afraid of impotence.

So, is a condom a better representative of American hegemony than the bald eagle? For the moment, disregard that and take a look at the text copy. How can a single 'condom' without an ‘s’, 'protect a bunch of dicks'? Which makes me wonder if this is either written in India or Pakistan by an enterprising businessman hoping to start a new trend in multi-use condoms that enable sharing?

Also, how does a condom destroy the next generation? There is definitely a hole in the entire scheme of progenization (if a term so exists), without a pun being intended. I wonder if this guy has heard of abortion? Or this really thought provoking and perhaps disturbing movie: Three Extremes. One of the 3 episodes, directed by a leading HK cinematographer, called 'Dumpling' explores human obsession with beauty and the lengths we are willing to sink to keep us bathing in the fountain of youth. The protagonist, a leading actress who is graying, visits a miracle healer who can make her younger, and the recipe, is dumplings. But these are no ordinary dumplings, they are made of fetuses. When the healer is arrested, our actress in a final twist, of desperation and human selfishness, aborts her own unborn baby in a bathtub and eats his tender but rich flesh for extending her youth.

That my dear reader, is human nature. Dog eat dog? Many of us have used cosmetics that contain the guilt of death of several animals. And if I may dare ask the fine folks at their ‘labaratoires’, pray tell me why? Why are we so drawn to superficiality? Are we that desperate for a unique identity? I know a dear friend who turns to kids for support and has had facial reconstruction studies. Sir Michael of Neverland.

On this note, my pooch Mr. Oxford wants me to take him for a walk, his daily workout, so he may preen in front of the mirror in admiration. Woof!