All the Rage

“you know, it takes a fictional character to know one,” “jesus” said to “muhammad,” whilst sitting at the picnic table, passing the sweet sun tea, simultaneously & non-verbally, “telepathically” motioning to mr. claus that though the mashed lacked the thorough whipping that he himself desired, they sure were buttery & with that, a tip of the “crown of thorns was made,” so as to give approval, without interrupting the engrossing conversation which had developed between a couple of the smurfs down at the end & vishnu--- seems that violence had become all the rage, rumbling the surface of the earth & though the teletubbies who had attended, did not possess the wide spoken vocabulary which bugs bunny did, between munching on the carrot, they all nodded in agreement when he threw up his non-carrot-holding hand, spewing forth his catch phrase, with regards to the current geopolitical state of things. “so…eh, what’s up doc?” he said. all the characters at he table agreed that to run rampant upon the world with an angry eye, a gun in hand & a belt full of bombs, for the sake of any of the tales found in books, the scripts of their cartoons or the animated beauty with which any of them danced, was simply insane & they figured then that the most recent explosive nature of people all over the world who were striking vengeance on the US embassies, might…they just might (possible coinkydink) have less to do with “muhammad” (who was now stuffing his face with KFC, which garfield had brough & stashed under the table for later---but the man got it quick) & a tad more with the fact that people are getting sick of the world’s policeman beating them over the heads with its club.