26 REDS & A BOTTLE OF WINE

I’m convinced that the entire world functions just as it did for me when I was six. It’s the playground all over again. No one matures, we just learn bigger words.

I heard this weekend that Iran, world center for compassion and critical thinking, has gone all Freedom Fries on us. Some grade ‘A’ jackass there has proposed changing the name of the (wait for it) Danish.

Few things:

First, you can get a Danish in Iran? Why? Since when? Must sell them at the same store as all those flags.

Second, the proposal calls for calling the pastry by the name of a flower that itself is named after the Prophet “you-know-who”. If you ask me, walking into a Tehran coffee shop and asking for a cheese “you-know-who” is just as bad.

Anyway, I love the problem-solving going on in Iran. Pissed off at a cartoon? Let’s burn and embassy, print some holocaust jokes and change the name of a pastry. It must be great to live a country with no REAL problems.