Idiot Of The Week: Me

by Nathan Walpow

I almost gave it to The Whittier Breeder’s mother. Allowing her moronic daughter to live with her with droves of babies and letting her go off and have a bunch more implanted. And now her house is facing foreclosure. Which tickles me. But I sense the octofrenzy is dying down, and I don’t want to contribute to its resurgence. Plus, two times in four weeks from the same family seems excessive. What is this, the presidency? So quadradecigranny is out.

Fact is, no one stood out this week. I didn’t instantly smile and go, "There’s my winner," like I did last week with the Ice Moron and his friends. I went looking through the news and nothing emerged.

I have trouble with things I have to do on a regular schedule. No matter how much I like them, they become a burden. So why did I come up with Idiot Of The Week? Fact is, it wasn’t planned. It was just part of the title for my first post on The Breeder.

Where am I going with this? Hell, I don’t know. It’s Saturday morning and I feel pressured to come up with a new Idiot while it’s still the week in which I haven’t declared one yet.

So I’m declaring myself Idiot Of The Week. Let’s say it’s for being too lame, in a world where so many people drive me crazy, to find someone worthy of the honor.

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