People in China are upset that a factory based outside Beijing is processing human cadavers for display in an art exhibition. I have to say I can sympathize with the uproar. Now don't get me wrong; I love a provocative art show just as much as the next mildly successful blogger with great hair, but dead people on parade really isn't my bag. Currently on tour, the "BodyWorks" exhibition displays deceased corpses in various poses. Guenther von Hagens, the show's creator, says his aim is to help people better understand how the body works. That's all well and good, Guenther, but I have a body of my own (living, no less) and believe me, after indulging in one too many helpings of mashed potatoes last week, I am fully aware of the how the body works; I don't need dead people riding bikes or break-dancing to show me.

Speaking of dead people break-dancing, has anybody seen the Wade Robson Project on MTV? It's an American Idol rip-off, but for dancing. It may be the worst reality game show of all-time. Robson is the host and he is the whitest-trying-to-act-black white person I've ever seen. He makes Carson Daly look like a Black Panther. Robson is considered a "hott" hip-hop dancer, thus he judges amateurs on the show as they make a fine art out of making fools of themselves. I gave up on the show after a couple of viewings because of its dreadfully amateurish production values. (I still say they should have accepted my application--I can out Le Freak anybody.) However, now that I've learned that as a child, Robson was a bedmate of Michael Jackson's. I'm considering giving it another try. I wonder if those jerky jitters Robson calls "dancing" were inspired by bedtime "games" he played with the King of Pop.

Speaking of jerky, jittery bedtime games, Neil Bush looks like he's in a world of trouble. According to a court deposition given during his divorce trial, Neil admits to having sexual encounters with women in Hong Kong and Thailand. It seems Neil is something of a sex magnet, as on more than one occasion he's opened his hotel room door to find a woman looking for sex standing before him. Man, is he lucky or what? I've never opened a door to find a woman looking for sex--and believe me; it's not from lack of trying. I make it a point to open at least two or three mystery doors a day in an effort to find a sex door. Where are these sex doors anyway? If you ask Neil Bush, I guess he'd say that there are a whole lot in southeast Asia. Why can't we import some of those southeast Asian sex doors to America? Neil's brother, George W., would never go for that, though. He's all born again and whatnot, and southeast Asian sex doors aren't exactly family-values friendly. Damn it. It's so unfair. Why is it okay for China to export dead bodies to be used in art exhibits, but not okay for them to export southeast Asian sex doors? I think the leaders of the world need to take a chill pill and get their priorities straight: dead bodies break-dancing = bad; southeast Asian sex doors = good.

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