In an essay in BoingBoing, a man claims to have possession of the solid gold cockring of Karl Rove’s father as well as pictures of the man’s piercings … and so forth.

I’m sorry.  That’s where real life meets surreal life at an awkward and uncomfortable place, if you ask me.  I don’t know if the story is a hoax or what, but whatever, that’s just way out there on my reality scheme.  I’m at that existential angst place about random information and images buzzing by and all my trees are melting in nausea.  Rhinocerous!  Sorry, No Exit. 

What a loathsome species we can be.  Long live Ubermensch!  Die now, Earthlings.  Resistence is futile!  Bring on the next better predator, the next and future kings that will enslave or eat us.  I hope it’s our own DNA that mutates or evolves or whatever.  Somehow, it would be degrading to be defeated as a species by some hypervirus, cold, emotionless not really alive things.  Let us quickly be on our way about it.  We can’t go ahead and evolve unless all of us get on with dying as quickly as possible.  Oh, Good Christ, the humanity.  Why hast thou foresaken us?  Bring on Mayan eschaton, 2012 can’t get here fast enough.  It’s not enough we’ve trashed the whole globe, but now I have to know that such a thing as Karl Rove’s father’s solid gold cockring might actually exist?  It’s too much to bear.

Exquisitely random.  Piquant whether true or false simply because the topic is so utterly without redeeming value. 

Which is why I feel I have the expertise to make comment.

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