Mario (or, to break the illusion for any five-year-olds reading, a man dressed up as Super Mario) recently protested the Westboro Baptist Church, which are basically seven angry hateful people that the entire world despises, but since the called themselves a church it makes people think of an actual Baptist Church. By the same token, I could call my recycling bin the Presbyterian Alliance: still make it a piece of plastic with diet Dr Pepper cans in it. Wish the WBC guys would stop getting attention -- and herein I enter the paradox of wishing a group would not receive attention by talking and writing about them, giving them the actual attention they need to keep going, and my thoughts fold in on themselves like a Grant Morrison comic and I've turned into the real enemy, me and my mind!
But Mario's appearance brings up an interesting idea: Toad keeps on interrupting Mario, saying that the princess is in another castle. Very convenient that Toad's alwasy there. Maybe Toad's the one who Mario should be rescuing. As David Alan Grier used to say, "Liketahearit, hereitgoes."
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
