Let's talk Camels.

Ok everyone, my first blog post didn't garner quite the media upheaval I had hoped.  While my instinct is to make this blog far more scurrilous and racy, I have decided not to leverage my integrity and will stay true to you, my loyal readers.  However, this blog will now contain more pictures of A) stone babies and B) kitties.

See?  Now that's something everyone can enjoy.  So, here's the deal.  Our nation is at a crossroads.  Looking to the right, we see the 18 wheel behemoth that has made a "wide right turn" (it warned us) and has hit a baby carriage.  On t'other, we have a stalled stagecoach wagon, and I say stalled because the horse pulling it has broken a shoe and has run over a nail of some sort (very painful for horses- if you don't understand, don't worry, I'll explain more about horse-drawn vehicles later).  Also, America is low on gas, and it's rather hot outside, so we don't want to turn off the air conditioning, but also, we know that an abrupt acceleration would burn nearly half the petrol we have left, so we're at kind of a crossroads within a crossroads.  The first crossroads is metaphorical, the second is literal, and contains the aforementioned obstacles.  Many would say to abandon the vehicle and run to Canada, but that's a very far run, and once we get there we would feel lame, both in ambulatory function and spirit.  Also, there is the choice to gun the engine, pedal to the floor, and see how much these fumes will carry us onward, towards destiny.  Others would say "my word, someone help that poor unattended baby", but those people are fags.  My suggestion, loyal readers, is to play it cool.  Commit any of the above actions, and one might be labelled some sort of action-taker, which is something I heartily advise against.  Next up, we shall focus on government spending.