My first inclination was to roll my eyes in disgust...and partially because it was just so stinking CLICHE. But then I thought to myself, "Come on, you...don't you go judging a book by its cover. Who knows? Maybe he's a retired grandpa who tatted himself up in Vietnam, and now he's with BACA (Bikers Against Child Abuse). Maybe, just maybe he's..."
That was as far as I got. You see, right about then he turned and spat on the ground, smoke streaming from his mouth, and I got a good look at the front of his helmet. On it were two things - both revolting to me, and also serving to confirm that if it looks like a prick, acts like a prick, and advertises itself to be a prick, IT MUST BE A PRICK - the first of which was a picture of a hand giving the world the middle finger. Charming.
But the second was putrescence defined, and I quote: "Dead Girls Don't Say No."
I'd tell you to try not to think about that, but since I'm going to walk you through the horrors, just hang on tight.
- He's sexually obsessed...and not at all in a good way.
- He's apparently okay with necrophilia, defined in its simplest form as "sex with corpses."
- He's comfortable raping a woman if she's terrified enough of him to say yes.
- He's KILL YOU if you won't have sex with him.
I understand free speech, but if my child were old enough to read that and ask what it meant, I might have to hunt the guy down and take him out in a car "accident."
So, sometimes you CAN judge a book by its cover...and if its cover suggests a chain-smoking, Harley-riding, skull-and-bones-worshipping, ink-covered NECROPHILIAC RAPIST, hey...that's a pretty strong suggestion. Who am I to deny him the judgement he so eagerly seeks?
*Banging Gavel*
By order of the court, that man is a PRICK, and I do hereby sentence him to misery and obscenity for the balance of his chosen life!
*Banging Gavel*
Like I said...if it walks, talks, acts, and advertises...or is that rides? Whatever. Still a prick.
