Let's trip Jason Martin!

Hey blog, sorry it's been a few days. I'm back east for the holidays and my people (Quarter-canadians who live in New York State) don't believe in using the internet on St. Boxing-Day Tides' Eve.

In Canada, Christmas cookies are called Boxing-Day Biscuits
and are made largely of ham and Labatts. Incidentally, this is not true.

If assholery is cumulative it may eventually
collapse in on itself and destroy the solar
 system. Clearly something must be done.

So, what's new? Well, the infinite depths of human awfulness have reached a new, marianas-level low. And no, somehow I'm not referring to Mike Huckabee's Christmas Shoes-esque theory about the school shootings. My beef (and presumably the beef of 99.9% of all human-beings who have ever lived) is this story here. Go on, click. See what I mean? Like a last minute bid on an ebay auction about to expire someone has stepped in and wrested the Worst Human Award 2012 from the claws of people who use rape analogies by setting up a fake donation site for the families of one of the Sandy Hook victims. That is some Omega-level assholery.

How do you even do that? The grieving parents contacted the guy, named Jason Martin, to say knock it off and he cooperated saying he didn't mean any harm, but for real? He didn't think that soliciting money in the name of a murdered child with whom he has no connection would be a problem? I know it's a common enough name, but if you know anyone called Jason Martin go ahead and trip him just in case. He'll understand.

See that guy in the lower left? His name is Jason Martin. He's not the Jason Martin,
but the woman next to him tripped him anyway. When she explained why, he was totally cool with it.