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in case there was every any doubt..

incest is gross.  I am confident that I’m not alone in that feeling.  I don’t remember the first time I’d ever heard of incest- I mean really, it’s a topic that should never come up since incest should be a dead concept because, again, it’s gross. However, I do remember the first time I ever heard of inbreeding.  Not only is incest gross but it can result in inbreeding, which is just bad for a plethora of reasons.  The children can look funny, have genetic defects, diseases or disabilities and a whole host of other problems.  But it really all came into focus for me when I saw exactly what was wrong with inbreeding first hand.  

My whole life I wanted a dog.  My siblings and I pulled the classic- the only present I want for Christmas/my birthday/Earth Day is a puppy.  So finally my parents caved and got us one of the cutest dogs I had ever seen in my life.  Unfortunately, after about two days we realized we had welcomed el diablo into our home.  I never saw the movie The Orphan, but I feel like it had to be a similar premise.  My family determined that the dog who bit, pooped and growled every second of the day and gave my mom a nervous eye twitch was most likely a product of inbreeding.  Really, our first clue should have been when we picked up the dog from the breeder and the husband came to the door wearing overalls and no shirt.  But how could we say no to a face like this?

the devil's temptress

So after that scarring life event around the age of 12, I thought to myself, as if incest wasn’t gross and weird enough, I have now seen the best example via inbreeding to officially determine that it is totally screwed up.  

Then I started watching Game of Thrones and found out I was wrong.  Not about inbreeding, I’m still confident that I am entirely opposed to it, but that the prime example in my life NOT to inbreed turned out not to be my devil dog, but that little bastard (literally) Joffrey Baratheon.  First of all, how insulted are you as an actor if you win the role of the inbred psychopath? It was decided that yes, you are so weird looking that just at first glance it seems like yeah, that kid might be inbred.  And honestly, that actor is strange looking.  Ouch.  But beyond his looks, because remember looks aren’t everything, he is one of the most terrifying and disturbing characters on TV.  I think the scene with the prostitutes will be something that haunts me forever, and there is no sarcasm in that statement.  It was so uncomfortable that I had to fast forward.  So heads up to anyone who hasn’t seen that episode 3 of season 2 yet, it’s sick.  I can’t wait for the day when someone kicks that kids ass.  My money’s on the hound.  

So bottom line, if anyone ever tries to suggest to you that incest is any way, shape or form acceptable, all you need to do is make them watch Game of Thrones and they will immediately revoke that statement.  And also forever fear that winter is coming. 

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Ever wish you could live inside someone’s brain? It’s a weird thought, right? Well here’s your opportunity to make that creepy wish come true.  I don’t want to write about myself necessarily, but I am going to write about my thoughts and opinions on pretty much anything that I think is relatively interesting.  And, what I find most interesting in life is often anything related to pop culture.  Case in point: the name of this blog.  Catch the reference? Yes, that’s right. I named my blog after Randy Jackson, the judge from American Idol: a fifty year old man who barks on national TV and dresses like a douchey version of Taio Cruz or LeBron James (which is saying a lot).  When he’s critiquing contestants on the show, if he’s not name dropping artists he’s worked with, then he’s probably saying something relatively illogical that he clearly believes is truly profound.  Most notably, he usually starts off a criticism by saying, “you know dog, for me, for you.." He’ll literally say things like "you know dog, for me, for you it was a little pitchy dog, but that’s just for me, because I know you, and for you, I don’t know man, for me for you, it just wasn’t there for me tonight." 

While I don’t want to be Randy Jackson, his words resonate with me to an extent.  Mostly, I’m writing a blog because I’m bored and I want something to do other than watch TV.  So this is something that’s I’m doing, for me but I’m taking it public in the hopes that I can provide some entertainment for you (you see what I did there?).  Granted the “you” out there reading this probably includes my best friends and possibly a family member or two.  The problem with that is that anyone I’m close with is already very familiar with my thoughts on life and you hear those thoughts in person; you’re probably not going to spend your own free time reading what I say when you hear it all the time anyway.  So I will continue to write this blog as if it is for the masses, with the full understanding of what this really is: a weird ass diary that I’m making public.  You know when you’re idle on a pandora station and a pop-up window asks if you’re still there because they don’t like playing to an empty room?  I have no problem with that.