Kickass, the doorstop dog, reports that we are all riding in the backseat of Thelma and Louise’s car as the mad sheriff leads his sycophant deputies in chasing us ever closer to the edge of the cliff, and if you don’t believe that you probably are okay with inane insults to Canada and Mexico and most of the rest of the world.
So everyone is a backseat driver, screaming that once we hurtle off the cliff it will be too late for any kind of rescue; and the mad sheriff will have succeeded by using his clever plan of grabbing us all by our privates and telling us he might shoot some of us on 5th Avenue and nobody will give a rat’s ass.
It is not a pleasant way to start the week, but there it is. Kickass is going back to chasing cars. Maybe if Thelma and Louise see him they will at least slow down enough for some of the backseat drivers to bail out.