Axe throwing

A friend pointed out that axe throwing is the new Froyo.

That feels about right in today's atmosphere.

What was once straight forward frozen yogurt topped with innocuous sweet toppings has been replaced by sharp heavy instruments of destruction. Not fencing with its more or less refined moves. Not archery with its nearly pinpoint target. Not even guns with their deafening but relatively small areas of death inducing madness, but axes.

As a species we seem to enjoy destruction more than any other and evidently the gorier the better. We don't just want to protect ourselves. We want to wallow in the blood and guts we created while doing it.

Knives, guns, bombs, arrows, are not enough for today's crowd. It's a bit nostalgic actually. Kind of harkens back to the gladiators, a particularly gruesome era that may be no match for the all around total hate that accompanies our present regime.

By making it feel "in" axe throwing prepares people for what is to come as more and more hoodlums are freed from prison by the head honcho of what was once the United States of America. Lex Luther has been incarnated as an orange haired maniac with a pouting personality and he is out to make a statement.

And you are welcome to join him in any way you deem joyful. Locking up babies in prisons of mass negligence, defending our borders from people whose skin falls below a certain shade of tan, and making sure no people of a certain class are punished for white collar crimes.

The new world order makes axe throwing sound fairly innocuous too and who knows, when the environment is totally shot, that little axe might be your ticket to life.