At Least Hell has a Dry Heat

Wednesday, July 12, 2006 | comments (3)
There are a number of possibilities as to why DC might be experiencing an upsurge in crime this summer. I'll add one more to the mix: swamp butt. Walking around in this city in the summer months, when the heat and humidity is at it's worst, makes your clothes cling to you in uncomfortable ways, makes breathing a little harder, and makes regions of our body that don't often see the light of day, well, swampy. The result? Quicker than usual tempers, making people do inexplicable things, like yell loudly for no apparent reason. Yesterday I saw a guy scream angry, though ultimately unintelligible, obscenities at an empty bus. I've also noticed louder and more frequent horn honking, sometimes when there are no other cars on the street. And, unfortunately, there is the apparent spike in violent crime.

It's senseless. Inane. And it proves that we should never underestimate the power of swamp butt. It's no coincidence that New Orleans, a city with swamp-like conditions most of the year, had a murder rate that was 10 times the national average before Katrina.

So here's a thought: instead of increasing the police patrols, maybe DC should invest in large powerful fans, air-conditioning units, and misting tents.

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Add some dirty hippies to that equation and we have a Lollapalooza!

Swamp ass is quite possibly my favorite word ever.

Posted by Laundro on Jul 12, 2006 at 1:37:04 PM
Yeah. It's good. I prefer the milder 'swamp butt.' What it lacks in alliterative, s-sound sizzle, it makes up for in a hefty punch.

Posted by Rothko on Jul 12, 2006 at 2:31:39 PM
I'm sure you could probably score a $150,000 Government Grant to directly study the relationship. File it under the Homeland Security grant. You can get lap dances with that money.

Posted by James on Jul 13, 2006 at 6:17:32 PM
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