Call me crazy

Sometimes I ask myself random questions. Wonder what would happen if I threw this bag of dog crap in to the open window of that passing car. That would be hilarious. They would be SO surprised I'll bet they won't even think to stop the car. What if the poop exploded on impact? Boy, would they be mad. The looks on their faces would be priceless.

I would of course run away but what about the next time they see a black girl with a black dog? Will they be obsessed with revenge, keeping their own sack of crap at the ready in the passenger seat, pelting innocent people and setting off a huge retaliatory wave of crap fueled duels?

Is it weird that after this post, I sometimes kind of want an opportunity to thwart a would-be attacker with a forceful crap smack to the face? In addition to the satisfaction of a job well done, I always feel a little bad ass carrying poop, like so-and-so doesn't even know what's coming if he/she decides to mess with this black woman. I know, so sad.

In other (actual) news, I just read the World Health Organization (WHO? Exactly), issued a statement that essentially said that "we want to warn the world that we can't say for sure whether or not the swine flu could cause a pandemic." The best part of the article noted WHO could issue travel advisories, trade restrictions, and border closings, none of which would be binding. None of which would be binding? Wow. Way to be relevant WHO.