I was just told this about Bob, the one true verite in the universe, in an email.

> Whatever you do, don’t publish cartoons that depict BOB. All hell will
> break loose!

That’s a great idea. I’d love to see the masses burn down the Lichtensteinian embassy. Or maybe the Bolivian one.

And when the reporters showed up to ask them why they hated the evil Bolivians the crowd would chant…

BOB!

BOB!

BOB!

B…O…B…B…O…B…B…O…B…

BOB!

BOB!

BOB!

BOB!

BOB!

BOB!

And then they’d tear the news crews limb from limb with their bare hands. Oh, man, I tell ya, it would be beautiful.

Then there would have to be the scene at the end where Bob is making horror movies [note: this is an inside the inside joke but I’m leaving it here because it amuses me, screw you you uninititated] in the jungle and a special ops agent is sent to kill him or at least cut off his funding.

Bob would say, “You have to have men who are moral… and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to shoot film without feeling… without passion… without judgment… without judgment. Because it’s judgment that defeats us.”

At which point a machete would fly into the scene and Bob’s head would bounce down a flight of stairs laughing and making the sound of Godzilla.

Then fire would fill the night sky,
the stars would fall,
the end would become the beginning,
a universe reborn,
in the image of Bob.

The name is one, a cycle a revolving wheel of birth, death and rebirth.