“Carlton, Sydney (1949- ), painter and decorator. Those who argue that bestiality should be treated with understanding had a setback in 1998 when Carlton, a married man from Bradford, was sentenced to a year in prison for having intercourse with a Staffordshire bull terrier, named Badger. He defence was that Badger had made the first move. “I can’t help it if the dog took a liking to me,” he told the court. This was not accepted.”

Sydney Carlton is a victim of unjust societal norms. Don’t believe me? Has anyone ever heard of philosopher Peter Singer? Slate’s William Saletan wrote a piece concerning “doggie-style intimacy”:

“Not necessarily, says Singer. "Sex with animals does not always involve cruelty.

So why the taboo? According to Singer, it's because we think we're intrinsically and categorically superior to other species. This is the dogma that Singer really wants to penetrate. "We are animals," he writes. "This does not make sex across the species barrier normal, or natural, whatever those much-misused words may mean, but it does imply that it ceases to be an offence to our status and dignity as human beings."

http://slate.msn.com/id/103801/

My imagination is getting the better of me. I can see it now. Some guy’s wife demanding to know, “What do mean that you’ve gone to the dogs?”

This would have made an interesting addition to that movie of a fews years back, Best of Show. Having the handler and his/her dog exchanging meaningful looks, lovers' tiffs, and such. Penetrating the dogma...bestiality for the politically elite. This is a very rich subject for the double entrendre crowd. Such as...You are such an animal tonight. You ain't nuttin' but a hound dog. I just felt so pawed. Down boy. Peta, peta, peta. Don't tell me you're actually dating a breeder. That's a lot of bull, Clyde. I'm gonna tan your hide. That's a nice looking filly. She may be a bitch, but she's my bitch. Doggin' it. Flagrant fowls (okay, changing spelling is rather pedestrian). Then how about fragrant fowls? I must stop this outrageous commenting, NOW. There's work to do. Sorry if I've offended any highminded moral animals out there. Just having a little fun. At your expense, of course.

Blair's cant touch the heels of Ken Layne's sublimely psycho deconstruction of this whole filthy concept. Matt Welch's is lame except he has the coolest bible I've ever heard of.

If by "plenty laughs" you mean "no laughs at all," then you're absolutely right. But if Blair were one-third as funny as he thinks he is, then there would have been some comedy, all right.

One point I'd like to make - a lot of people are misunderstanding what it means to "be" a book in Fahreheit 451. If I recal correctly, in the novel, the few remaining books were saved from burning through the only medium available - memory. You "become" a book by memorizing it start to finish.