Hello, rascals! This week, Proops takes a brief respite from riding the blue-black equine of the Apocalypse to finds some solace...in South Asian civil wars getting rained out by a tsunami. However, talk quickly turns back to blame, retribution, and possible hilarity, as Bush stays on vacation for three days before even acknowledging the tsunami disaster, supposedly doing what Jesus would do in a similar situation: hang, play some foosball, crack open a few sodas. And when will that pesky UN stop rushing to every little emergency? Then, Proops pounds the last nail in the holiday season coffin with his own celebration: Dissmas, where we all say the most horrible things to each other in the spirit of togetherness.
Explicit Language Warning.