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Never Go Against The Family

Every now and then I like to Google Clip Art with various subject titles in mind. This evening I Googled the word "family" and found these two gems.

Sure the Silhouette Family look a little retro. They're out for a stroll all holding hands–which people used to do before the progressives and the communists and Dr Benjamin Spock introduced doubt and perversion into the Western Mind. And don't get me started on Jung and/or Freud. So sure, some of you will see a group of peaceful folk, hands linked and you'll want to douse them with pepper spray a la Lietenant John Pike (Pepper Spray Cop), but you're just all riled up and twisted by crazy modern values. Or hopped up on goof balls. Whatevs.

The Silhouettes are decent God-Fearing folk who are happy that their money is in a savings account with a 9 per cent interest rate. Yeah - THEY HAVE SAVINGS. Sure they're freaks. But perhaps not so much as these next folk.


Meet the Traced-Overs. Flippin' 'eck. Bloody Nora. That boy on the left is as creepy as anything out of the movie Polar Express. The Robert Zemeckis masterpiece that I suspect is funded by Atheists. Have you seen the film? Clearly the Polar Express weirdos live in a Godless, Santa-less Universe. "But Mr Trivia," I hear you say, "Santa is in Polar Express." Yeah - Zombie Santa. Undead Father Christmas. Animated Korpse Kringel.

And the boy in the above picture is every bit as wrong as any o' that. And what about his sister? A cross between a Cabbage Patch Kid and a Zapf Baby Born? Horrifying.

But let none of this discourage your using more Clip Art in the future. My greatest concern is that some whiz kid in Zagreb or Kuala Lumpur will come up with some algorithmic app tech thingy that will be able to make excellent clip art 100% of the time. Good corporate imaging that no one can sneer at or write snarky blog posts about.  And wouldn't we be all the poorer if that happened?

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