Normally, I avoid the practice of copying humorous photos I see to my facebook page, because not everybody has the same sense of humor and I get annoyed sometimes when people write “OMG, you have to see this, it’s the funniest thing ever LOL!!” and it turns out to be a kitten
And we all know what dog spelled backwards is
playing with a hamster.
But I broke my rule with this one because I, personally, think it’s fucking hysterical. (My wife thought it was kind of stupid, and gross.) I not only posted it to facebook, I decided to write tonight’s blog about it, because I want everybody in the world to look at this dog’s butt and see Jesus.
The psychological term for this is…well, actually, I don’t know what the psychological term for this is, but I’m sure there must be one. When you see the face of Jesus in a piece of toast or the head of Elvis in a cloud, you are projecting what is in your mind onto the piece of toast, the cloud, the dog’s butt, etc…Everything in the universe that has physical form has a shape, and sometimes those shapes resemble other shapes, because there are only so many shapes to go around.
I remember one case when I was staying at my brother’s place in Mt. Vernon, Washington. We were young hippies then, and did even more drugs than we do now. (well, speaking for myself, anyway) Now, I’m just a big pothead and haven’t done any hallucinogens in years. I think I might even be able to say decades. Back then, we were doing plenty of mushrooms because, remember, this was northwest Washington, where the little liberty caps pop out of the ground damned near as thick as dandelions.
Somebody had read a magazine article which they shared with the rest of us (this was before computers. When I say “shared” I mean he told us about it and physically showed us the magazine) about subliminal sex in advertising. It implied that print advertisers actually would hide the word “sex” somewhere in the picture. In the waves of the ocean, in the leaves of a tree – so that nobody would actually see it, but it would hypnotize you into buying the product.
Well, conspiracy theorist that I am, I started poring over magazines and newspapers looking for it and, lo and behold, I found it. Everywhere. Every ad I saw, I would look at it and look at it until I found the hidden word “sex.” Then I would show everybody. Sometimes they would say “Oh, yeah, I see it there” and sometimes they would say “Dude, you’re full of shit.” People say that to me a lot.
But I knew, myself, that I had crossed the bridge into crazytown, one evening when I wandered into the kitchen and somebody was frying up some hamburger meat. I gazed into the pan, contemplated the swirling patterns of loose meat in the lake of sizzling oil and saw it, spelled out right there, S-E-X.
So, seeing an image of Jesus in a dog’s butt is not really surprising to me. It’s funny, though.
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