Some people just should not be parents.

Case in point: I pull into a parking space at the supermarket, and the car next to me is running. There are two kids in the car, one a baby in a car seat, the other around 8 or 9, sitting in the passenger seat. No adults in sight. The older boy could have easily slipped behind the wheel and played with the keys and the gear shift. Worse yet, this was also an advertisement that screamed "carjack us, please?!?" This car, I might add, was not parked right in front of the door, but near the middle of the lot.

It's shocking, really. What can be in the minds of adults who do something like this? Too much in a hurry to get the kids out of the car while you shop? Don't want to deal with kids tagging along as you push the cart?

There should be some sort of parental police that goes around and gives tickets to parents who leave their kids in dangerous situations, parents that let their kids eat and eat and eat and weigh 100 pounds at age 6, parents that slap and scream at their kid, parents who smoke three packs of cigarettes a day into the face of their babies and also create an home atmosphere of yelling, tension, and bad mental health. Two written warnings, and then your kids are taken from you and given to people who know what they're doing. Anywhere, as long as it's away from the stupidity.

Wow, did I just say that? Am I getting older? When I was 19 I might not have made such a blunt, harsh statement. When I was 19, I probably didn't care as much about these things. I was too busy listening to rock music and trying to get laid. But these thoughts weigh on my mind a lot lately.

Other thoughts I've had recently, for no particular reason:

There are alien worlds that are just now beginning to experience TV signals featuring Kathie Lee Gifford.

Until recently, believe it or not, I had never spit. Now I find myself having to spit frequently. Should this be a cause of concern?

Another sign of the apocalypse: people are selling their used underwear on ebay.

I probably won't own a house unless I win the lottery or something.

OK, I'm tired. While you're here, check out the two new articles mentioned on the main page, and I've added a couple of new entries to the links page as well.