The Retardatron
There’s a certain emotion, and I don’t think we have a word for it, that every man feels in his life. It’s the emotion you feel when you want to slap somebody very hard with your penis.
Slapping a person across the face with a penis is proven by science to be the fastest way to make them stop talking. Whatever we call this emotion, I feel it every time I hear a friend bitching about high gasoline prices, which means I feel it about six times an hour. I feel it, because I know that gasoline consumption per driver has gone UP since gas hit $3.00 a gallon. Also, SUV sales are up, while Honda has had to shut down production of some of its hybrids out of lack of interest.
And then we have environmentalist and frequent cartoon character Al Gore. He appeared at the
Cannes Film Festival to promote his movie on the dangers of global warming… and then drove five separate gasoline-burning cars to get he and his entourage from the hotel to the theater showing the movie. The trip is about 500 yards.
“I think that up until fairly recently the United States has been in a bubble of unreality where global warming is concer-”
THWAP.

And the thing is, I don’t think they know they’re doing it. If you didn’t know it was so common, you’d think it was a mental illness. That absolute disconnect between what we do and what we say and the almost universal belief that the solution to all of the world’s problems lie in deep sacrifices that should be made by other people who aren’t us. I have coined this mechanism of human thought The Retardatron. Feel free to use the term around the office.