Oh Those Colorful And Threatening New Yorkers!

Yesterday, while riding the subway (I gave my driver the day off) I noticed the man standing next to me had a tattoo of what I believe was a stylized anarchy sign with the following words surrounding it:

Execution. Mass Pollution. My Solution. Kill The Humans.

At first, I was a little put off by this delightful gentleman's mantra. Then I was a little nauseated. But after a while I came around and realized he had chosen the perfect tattoo. A tattoo that answers the question, "Why would you get that idiotic phrase permanently etched into your skin?" with a resounding, "Because I'm bat-shit insane."

You can't get mad at someone for being crazier than a shithouse rat. It's in their nature to be so. And being fucked six ways to the weekend is a pretty good excuse for getting a tattoo of what appears to be either some unreleased Nine Inch Nails lyrics or the last thing the voices told him before he started wearing his tin foil hat.

At least it makes more since than the dolphin and stars I have over my lower back.