some commercials need warnings before hand

Perhaps one of the most bizarre experiences in my life so far just happened.

Here I am, listening to ol' dirty bastard lecture on the hazards of brooklyn zoo and things like mace; " is it burnin? Well fuck it, now ya learnin' ", when I look up and see Barney the purple dinosaur dancing merrily with a hat that changes depending which way you turn it. When you turn it to a fireman's hat, the woman demonstrating magically gets a fireman's hat. And so, happily, merrily, with purple wanton, cold-blooded, abandon, this creature sells it's self, it's product. Bad craziness. I wasn't prepared to see that. The grittiness of ol' dirty's vocals over the rza's sparce beats, meeting the visual stimuli of that carnivorous paleolithic death-dealer joyfully wiggling about, felt like someone punched me in the back of the head.

how was my artistic sense supposed to handle that? The moving, raging, emotion of ol' dirty crashing into the obscene-as-kiddy-porn hip swiveling of a purple dinosaur with four, count 'em, four hats that invoke four different song and dance routines. That's creepy times four.

Perhaps what made me so unprepared with this, is because when do barney the purple dinosaur commercials air at 9:30pm during West Wing? I'm sure someone paranoid enough has already deduced a conspiracy theory between mock-politics and freakish children's toys.

Jeb Bartlet, Barney the Purple child-eating Dinosaur, and Ol' Dirty Bastard do not go together.

Thank god it wasn't the Teletubbies, or sweet jesus fuck, I believe I would of let out a shrill, high pitched cry, then promptly gouged out my own eyes.