
I’ve always had a special affinity towards the boogieman.
I had a boogieman under my bed when I was young. Well, when I was young and right up until I started liking girls.
If you never had a boogieman under your bed – or in your closet – then you have no clue as to the intensity of the experience.
Stephen King wrote a marvelous introduction to one of his books – a collection of short stories, if I recall correctly – that (I don’t have the book handy) went something like this:
“When I was a small child, I knew there was a boogieman under my bed.
I was utterly convinced that if I kept all of my bodily parts – arms, legs, hands, feet, face – completely under the covers, then the boogieman couldn’t get me.
And even now - as an adult – I still like to keep everything under the covers.
- Now I KNOW that there is no such thing as a boogieman, and I KNOW that he’s a figment of a child’s imagination, and that he’s NOT gonna sneak up on me in the night and get me.
But I also KNOW that if I continue to keep everything under the covers, then – by God! - he can’t get me!”
Stephen King. Wise man. Even if he is a Liberal.

The bike above obviously belongs to a Wiccan. I keep hearing the theme of the Wicked Witch of the East from Wizard of Oz.

I always wondered what happened to Sgt. Schultz from the show Hogan’s Heroes.
Middle-Easterners, mooning the US. Naturally (and thankfully), they’re doing it wrong.