|Hey Mom! Look, I haz a dumb.|
(Things like this make me miss Will Grigg terribly. I'd have loved to hear him roast this one.)
Okay, kid, I'll go out on a limb and venture a guess that you don't know Thermopylae from a fever tester.
That level of irony is almost worthy of someone trolling it. Somehow, though, I don't think I'll hold my breath on the hopes that this person is either trolling directly, or making a more obscure comment about NRA being skippered by pre-emptive surrender monkeys. Possible, I suppose, in a quantum sort of way (and it would actually be pretty awesome if it was), but not...exactly...likely.
Actually, though, when I saw the picture, the very first thing that went through my mind was this:
Actually, the whole scene is worth a bookmark. I do remember enjoying that film.
Almost spooky, isn't it?
Maybe the real question, since we know that so much of this (current) feeding frenzy is pure Astroturf, is whether the idea for the kid's unintentionally hilarious sweatshirt originally came from Team Tide Pod*, or from the handlers. (Frankly, I'm not sure who I'd root for, there, either. The handlers more richly deserve the egg on the face, but they're just plain not going to heed the lesson no matter what: ironically the kids stand a much better chance of actually learning something from it all.)
Give the bag to Bozo, kid; you've taken being played for a fool to a whole new level of achievement. And in that vein, here's a piece of free advice for the future: never enter a battle of wits unarmed.
* Probably, of course, it's just a school mascot sweatshirt, and we're just witnessing a truly amusing karmic coincidence. But I'd not be surprised, if word of this double-facepalm-fail actually gets around the way it should, to see schools across the nation drop Spartan mascots like the proverbial ton of bricks, for being too inconvenient to the narrative. (Because the narrative, after all, just wants to go home at the end of its shift. :-)