Here’s how the Peace MEME came to be (I won’t be furnishing links to the nasty parts in this post... anyone who really wants to see the gory details can dig around at this blog and at other blogs I link to and read all about it):

I posted a picture of a person and made fun of him.

Another blogger took exception to my remarks and posted a response.

A few bloggers, myself most definitely included, got into an increasingly ugly argument.

One other blogger and I got really cruddy with each other.

That other blogger and I subsequently made up in a touching, apology filled, slobbering hugfest via e-mail.

People started making up all over and playing nice again.

We all locked hands and sang "I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing"

The hostess of the other other blog told us we were all jerk-offs.

However, at some point along the way, MCF (another blogger, the voice of reason) changed the topic with what I’ve come to think of as the Peace MEME. As one of the bloggers who fought during the time of war, I think it behooves me to participate in the Peace MEME now that War is over. God bless the Peace MEME. Long may it’s tranquilizing effects bring men to lay down their arms.

The Peace MEME

Coke or Pepsi?
Pepsi tastes better. It’s sweeter and doesn’t burn. But if you need to dissolve a few roofing nails and a pound of bacon over the weekend, it’s always Coca Cola.

DC or Marvel?
Marvel. It’s not even close. DC is a one trick pony; Batman is the only title they’ve got worth reading.

Boxers or Briefs?
Depends.

Clinton or Bush?
Look, pal, I think I’ve made it clear that I am loath to discuss politics at this blog.

Ginger or Maryann?
I put a lot of thought into this one. Finally, I went to Google Images, where I typed in “Maryann” and then typed in “Ginger.” I found this picture of Maryann and this picture of Ginger. I gotta give it to Maryann.

Cats or Dogs?
Dogs. Cat’s are devious, selfish, and, I’m convinced, clairvoyant.

Tastes Great or Less Filling?
Tastes great trumps less filling every time.

Piercing Ears vs. Piercing Genitalia
My left ear is pierced. Twice. I never wear ear-rings in it anymore, and chalk it up to being “18 and drunk,” nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more. As far as pierced genitalia, I gotta say that people who pierce their genitals are fr… uh, they’re expressing their aesthetic individuality.

Wolverine or Lobo?
Oh, Wolverine. Come on.

Richard Simmons--straight or gay? Tom Cruise? Mike Piazza? TheWriteJerry?
If Richard Simmons isn’t gay, he’s missing a golden opportunity. Tom Cruise might be bi, I dunno. I don’t really care, I’m a big fan of the guy’s acting either way. Mike Piazza, of course, is a flaming drag queen. The Write Jerry is as straight as a board and twice as smart. ;)

Christianity, Judaism, Other, or None of the Above?
Christianity. It’s based on a great book (the guy comes alive again at the end! It’s wonderful!)

Godfather I or II?
Godfather I, in spite of the wonderful performance by De Niro in the sequel.

Hasselhoff or Shatner?
As ballast? Either one will do.

Star Wars or Star Trek?
Star Wars by a nose. I’m not a fan of either, but have a higher tolerance for Star Wars.

Yankees or Mets?
Mets. The closest I’ve ever followed a baseball season was in ’85 (or was it ’86?) when Strawberry and the boys did me proud.

Urkel or The Nanny?
The Nanny has the better bod, but I gotta give it to Urkel for personality.

Pullman or Paxton?
Paxton.

Demi or Deh-mee?
Dummi.

And finally, If a tree falls in the forest, DOES it make a sound?
Nope. Never. Trees never make sounds. I refuse to believe otherwise. (Cover’s ears) LA LA LA LA LA! I CAN’T HEAR YOU!

If you're reading this, consider yourself tagged... especially if you participated in WWIII, also known as The Tattoo Slugfest. ;)