The elaborate Gadhafi hoax

 I will readily admit that I am a self-proclaimed news junkie.  An addict, if you will.  However, I cannot be the only person on the face of the Earth that has noticed that something is amiss in regards to Gadhafi.  I have, as a matter of fact, come to a somewhat stunning observation today while perusing the internet.  It is my opinion that there are three of them.  Yes folks, a set of triplets.

Have you ever seen the reality series called "Family Jewels"?  Well, I have.  In it, is the Kiss front man, himself, Gene Simmons.  He, I believe, is one of Gadhafi's long, lost brothers.  Pause for a moment and think about it.  They have the same hair, the same features, the same level of je ne sais quoi creepiness, if you will.  Am I right? 

Ok, the third brother is none other than the legendary guitarist himself, Carlos Santana.  Oh my God, people.  These three guys are identical.  It is very, very obvious.  I mean, who would figure it out, right?  NOBODY, that's who. 

Gene and Carlos loved playing rock star while growing up, obviously.  As for Gadhafi, I'm going to assume that he loved to play army, mutilate animals and start fires.  It would also seem that Gadhafi, like Gene, loved to play dress up in weird costumes.  I mean, have you SEEN some of their get-ups?  Even Carlos has done this.  I mean, they ARE triplets, after all.  They do share some similar affectations, it would seem.  They all have an affinity for the "rock star" shades.  Lets not forget that Gene loves his platform boots AND that Carlos has a shoe line.  Coincidence?  I think not! 

I guess in the grand scheme of things, I can understand why their mother split them up.  I mean, can you honestly blame her?  Have you seen them?  Can you imagine taking them all out at once, and having people recoil at the sight of three such gruesome little babies? 

I think that she made the wise decision to give the other two up.  I have to wonder, though, do they look like their mother or their father?  I guess I'll have to get on the world wide web and do research.
Happy Halloween, everyone!

An introduction

Allow me to introduce myself.  I am Maxine, or Mad Max; as my daughter likes to call me.  I am, unfortunately or fortunately, whichever you prefer, from the deep, deep, DEEP south.  I call it the butt-crack of civilization.  If you have the pleasure of knowing anyone or, perhaps, being from said bowels you know what I mean.  People from the south have a, shall we say, skewed view of things.  They will pass judgement on everyone and everything, whether they have room to judge or not.  I am no exception.  I like to say that an opinion is something that most people should keep to themselves, but it's like stupid, it just oozes outta some people whether we like it or not.  I guess I'm one of the Stoopids, because I seem to always be oozing something, even when I KNOW that I shouldn't say something, I do anyway.  It always comes back and bites me in the ass, too.  It's like an affliction, I suppose.  One of which, in my case it seems, has no cure.  Hell, I'm lucky if I ONLY piss off a person or two a week, not that it really bothers me, but still.  I'm sure that my kids think I should seek therapy for this, but it's one of the most entertaining things that I have going for me.   It also drives my kids bat-shit crazy.  I would be lying if I said that I don't enjoy that aspect of it, which I do.  Very much, in fact. 
And in a nutshell, there you have it.  I make ZERO apologies for what I'm sure will offend, embarrass or humiliate anyone that I know or am related to.  I will use monikers as I see fit to protect the innocent and embarrass the guilty.  I promise to twist, lie, abbreviate and downright massacre some stories, facts and just random shit as I see fit.  After all, this is MY blog, dammit.  That's how it is in Maxine's World, people.  You have been warned.  Read at your own risk.  After reading, you may or may not decide to drop me a comment.  If you do, please realize that I am one of those people that really doesn't know what it means to be politically correct.  I make no promises to behave myself in regards to replying to your pissy or snarky comments.  Keep that in mind if you do decide to comment.  Just sayin'......