Octo-Mom, Octopussy.

I'm watching Dr. Phil.

I think I know why they don't have freak shows anymore. They do, but they're not as popular as they once were.

Competition drove them out. If you want to see someone that makes you feel good about being yourself, just turn on the TV and you'll see some loser who's more hopeless than you ever thought of being.

This is why people don't read anymore. People read all the time when books were the be all and the end all of the media, but now it can be divided up between radio, TV, and the Internet. I'd like to read something intelligent on the effects of mass media.

Back to Dr. Phil. He's interviewing America's latest freak, the Octo-Mom. The woman had eight babies, on top of the six she was already feeding with food stamps.

People hate this woman. She's the poster child for people who are putting a drain on the system.

I'm an idiot. I fell into the trap everyone else fell into. Okay, so the woman has popped out 16 kids who are going to have to fed and clothed by the state, sure. It's going to cost money. A lot of money.

I don't know how much money, exactly, but lets say for the sake of argument her children cost taxpayers somewhere between $5 million and $10 million from the time they are born until they're 18.

There's no way in Hell the cost of these children will ever approach the amount of money Bernie Madoff stole ($50 billion, that's billion with a B) or the deficit our leaders have racked up (Trillions, with a T).

And SHE'S the one people are pissed at? She's the freak?

The problem with country is that we get outraged over minor losers of no consequence, but all we do when a Grade A King Rat comes along is shake our heads, shrug out shoulders, say "Ho hum" and accept it. Ad bending over to that list, and it's done.

Actually, after listening to that idiot woman prattle her story, I can see why there's outrage.