Politics: Count Chocula made me do it.

Via SayUncle, we learn that there are still people who think being an ignoramous should be a salaried occupation.

I must have missed where teams of black-clad SWAT goons from Kellog's are forcing Ms. Sherri-with-an-"i" Carlson, at gunpoint, to buy Super Sugar Blasts for her little future cake-eaters.

Look, when someone admits, in a sworn affidavit, that they have absolutely no control over themselves, their children, or their spending habits, don't know how to operate the Off / On / Volume knob on their television set, and can be forced to act against their will by a thirty-second teevee spot featuring a talking cartoon tiger, we shouldn't give them a million dollars; we should throw them in the Soylent Green vats.