Around the globe, in places as far away as Indonesia, Squick is allowed to roam the earth freely.

Why?

Because of the Internet. Modern devilry such as the Internet and credit cards have given every lame-ass and half-wit a forum and an outlet for their ramblings. Don't believe me? See if this doesn't depress the hell out of you sometime.

Meanwhile, this brings me to HoZ. (Name changed to protect the lame and the stupid, natch.) HoZ is an idiot. But an idiot with a blog is an idiot with an audience. HoZ strikes fear into the hearts of men and women alike. Straight or gay! Near- or far-sighted! Normal or freak! She scares us all. With weapons? Nay. Threats of mass terror? Oh, .

With opinions.

Stupid, stupid opinions. If the pen is truly mightier than the sword, then the keyboards of the ridiculously stupid are more dangerous than Osama.

Now most of the time, HoZ merely brings forth an eyeroll. Or a muttering such as, "Oh my Beek, is it numbing to be that stupid?" But sometimes, her squick really, really shines.

In her latest and greatest, she proclaims her desire to pose nude for Playboy.

(I have long wondered about women who have "life goals" to flash their muff for the world in what they consider the "classiest" of the PoonRags, but whatever. That's a for another day. Just look at what it did for Dana Plato!)

But HoZ cannot leave it at a brief mention. Oh, no. Not on the website that her own mother visits! She proceeds to go into detail about how she would like to burn the retinas of the porn-viewing world with her "I'd need to lose XX pounds first and then let them airbrush me" pictorial.

*heaves*

I'd go into more detail, but I, unlike some, have a sense of decency, sir.