My doctor's office walls are pretty thin. One day I heard a woman told she was going to lose almost all of her large intestine and her rectum. Then I got to sit and listen to her cry for a few minutes. I couldn't help but thinking about that last night during the daily show.
Castro is a nasty guy, and I don't feel sorry for him a bit, don't get me wrong. I just don't know if this is the fact I'd pick to ridicule him. The idea of walking around with a sack on my hip is so terrible to me that I don't even like to think about it, even though it is a possible outcome of my disease. I hope this doesn't become some sort of cultural punchline, for the sake of all the people who deal with it who aren't evil.
I had you figured for a terminal brain tumor years ago.