It's almost Halloween again. So, for the 3rd year in a row, my daughter Raianne and I have carved pumpkins of our own design. This year I thought I'd spice things up with a little theme or motif if you will. What I decided on was to have one pumpkin murdering the other. So that's what you are seeing above. I designed the victim pumpkin while Raianne designed the killer pumpkin. I think they both came out fairly well.
I'm very impressed with how quickly my daughter has learned the entire process of carving a pumpkin. I guess she's always been a fast learner. Either way, I can't wait to see what kind of pumpkin she will design next year. In these uncertain covid times, her pumpkin is at least one great thing to look forward to.
Here's what they look like with the lights off by the way:
It's been a few days since one singer/song writer Demi Lovato has spilled Demi's latest kilojoules of word vomit all down Demiself's chest. Yes, I know, Demi's been letting flow bile-ridden chunks of sloshy word food over the past few years. However, this latest batch from Demi's mouth peaked my notice for a rather, shall I say, serendipitous reason. For the few lucky souls who haven't heard about Demi's most recent utterance of idiocy, your luck has run out because I'm posting that very thing below.
Yup! You read that correctly. This Lovato person says we should use a more "delicate" term for creatures we haven't met and may or may not exist.
Uh huh!
If I were to gather every bucket of paint that exists in the world, load them all into a room with me that has absolutely no windows, opened every can of that paint and inhaled as many of the fumes as I could huff, I could never EVER in 1000 lifetimes say ANYTHING as mind-numbingly stupid as that.
However, my showcasing of this latest Demi debacle on this blog is not merely for calling an idiot an idiot. What I AM saying is that this here co-writer of the 2012 hit song "Give Your Heart a Break" has reached an entire new level of vapid stupidity. I'll gladly explain.
I'm sure everyone reading this blog post right now remembers a comic book I published called Jesus Needs Help. (It's still very much for sale at Amazon by the way). If you've already purchased a copy either recently or when it first came out: 1) Thank you so much. 2) You can probably see where I'm going with this already.
In this book of mine, all 10 of the Censor Monkeys descend upon one Jesus Christ as he attempts to deliver his now famous "Sermon on the Mount". They each take turns trying to "cancel" Jesus over anything in his speech they deem "problematic" from their own highly warped perspective. I will post below a few panels from that book to show what just one of those monkeys had to say this "son of a carpenter".
The first few panels I posted to show the full context but the last panel I posted I made larger just for emphasis because that is the one that relates to Demi Demi Bo Bemi Bananafana Fo Femi Me My Mo Memi. When I wrote that book way back in 2010, I was wracking my brain for some way that the Black Panther Monkey could object to the Sermon on the Mount. What I came up with (that you can plainly see in that panel there) was something that I thought at the time was such a ridiculous exaggeration that no rational human person would ever espouse it, not even ironically. Nobody with a functioning cerebral cortex could ever EVER conceive of such a stupefied notion, and if they did they'd never speak it out loud for fear of being seen as a crazed lunatic in need of heavy medication and/or round the clock psychiatric care. They'd certainly never speak such a notion with any level of confidence like that of Sir Isaac Newton revealing his scientific findings.
But, here in the year 2021, one Demi Lovato did just that. The very same singer who went ape shit over how a frozen yogurt shop arranged their dietary items has now just uttered the very same drivelous rhetoric of a cartoon character meant to represent the stupidest people in the known universe. Is there a more feeble brain out there that can go beyond this level of idiocy? For the sake of our culture and the world, I hope not.
I think I've quite succinctly presented my point about how the offspring of Patrick and Dianna Lovato is dumber than a sack of rancid quesadillas and twice as fragrant. I don't need to belabour that any further. I'll just end this post by saying I hope the former Barney the Dinosaur child actor gets the help that needed for such a mental condition as Demi's, perhaps the kind of help sung about in the video embedded below:
