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The naked skier, he gets me a lot of hits. Other photos of other naked skiers are out there, he was just the cheesiest one. Not like the airborne happy man with his happy penis and happy balls flying happily in the happy bright sunshine and happy abundant snow.

I can’t ski, or at least I only tried once and didn’t like it. Even just on the Bunny Hill. Funny me.

As I mentioned in my last post, it never snows any more anyway. The last big snow was in October 2011, the one that broke all sorts of records and broke all of the oaks and maples to bits.

I can’t listen to the news too much. It’s too awful. My life is as challenging as it needs to be without it. Yet one lives in the world and enjoys the car radio. One likes to read a few headlines or cannot avoid them at all.

I was involved in a Facebook thread about guns last week. In the 6 days since, each day, there has been a tragic shooting in our country. These were apparently not RESPONSIBLE GUN OWNERS who needed to kill a rabid raccoon running around their chicken house or who needed to euthanize a sick farm animal (as was explained to me in the comment thread). Not people intelligently and legitimately defending themselves against an aggressor (how often do we read of the gun owner who had to defend himself against an intruder?). How about the guy who killed his own kid, “accidentally?” Are hubris and stupidity accidents?

Here is what one of the people, on the aforementioned FB thread, had to say at one point:

Kids, when taught about guns and how to use them and respect them, never have accidents.
(DIRECT QUOTE, COPIED AND PASTED)

Like the EIGHT-YEAR OLD BOY at the gun show in Massachusetts in 2008. Or this 12-year old boy, one of the gun “events” I came across in the delightful headlines on my computer this week.

Idiocy, ignorance, and hubris are not accidents; they simply come along with being human.

In the meantime, here is the Happy Skier.

He makes a big X with his body which I sort of love. I think if I were a man, I might not mind this too much. If this were me skiing, I’d have my black skirt on, the only article of clothing into which I comfortably fit in my current zaftig (overweight, anemic) state. I wouldn’t wear anything underneath and the skirt could just fly up in the air like a penis and a pair of balls. My boobs would probably hit me in the face, not like the skinny naked female skiers one finds photos of on google images.

A girl can dream.

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