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Yeah, I'm a real sensitive guy.
My daughter Megan had a friend over for dinner recently. I was on one of my rants − I really really hate the “Christmas Shoes” song − and for emphasis I said that, given the chance and a time machine, I would totally kill the Christmas Shoes guy before I killed Hitler. It was a variation on the “shoot the lawyer twice” joke, I thought, and not a revelation of my shallowness and insensitivity.
It was pointed out then − and has been pointed out thoroughly since − that this kind of utterance is in bad taste. Even when the dinner guests are not Jewish.
Yeah.
But what if my words were somehow made tangible? What if instead of having my tasteless joke float away into the atmosphere I was left with a statue of Hitler and I laughing while shooting the “Christmas Shoes” Bastard (CSB)? Read more
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