Surplus Cats

Those wackos with the 5′ fetus signs have been showing up at the E. Carson end of the Birmingham Bridge again. The guy in the white suit and a bunch of elderly loons had a row of them leaning up against what used to be St. Elmo’s bookstore with a 4′ photo of a newborn first in line. And to be honest, when presented like this my gut reaction is, “I’ll take doors 2 through 5, thanks.” The baby isn’t cute enough and I just feel like if you’re going to be creepy insane and your message is one of contrasting “Good” and “Evil” the marketing shouldn’t be that difficult. You definitely want the cutest baby possible, and you want it to at least be the same size as your puddle of fetal goo. And then they go and Godwin it up like Ben Stein? Although, I know these guys were first, having been shouting “American Holocaust” for a few decades –but see what I mean about the marketing? Giant turn-off, that. Making comparisons to the Holocaust just shows your age and how stale your product is and the young people won’t buy it. I can’t even get a spark of rage going when I see these guys anymore. I’m barely miffed, and it seems now I’m actually mildly amused. These people need a new angle.