Team America: World Police left me with aching ribs from laughing too much, a satisfaction that some people out there view the issues of global politics as being as complicated as I do…and a deep, deep sense of sadness, disgust, and need to take a shower.

     Oh yeah, and violation.  I feel violated.

     And nauseous.  Don’t forget the nausea.  It is a whole, new, wonderous, bright and shining world of eeew that has been opened up for me…

…AND there are puppets.

     It was pretty much a train wreck between South Park, Crank Yankers, and Debbie Does Dallas…with a new added male-on-male scene…

     It was the worst, messiest, most revolting fun I’ve ever had.  I don’t remember most of it (mental shock…possible long term effects), and that’s probably for the best.

     I think I need a shower…

     …And a therapist, a long vacation, a teddy bear and a safe place to hide for a while, and just rock slowly back and forth muttering “Can’t sleep, Kim Jng Il will get me…can’t sleep, Kim Jong Il will get me…” over and over again.

Thank you for your understanding, and goodnight.