Completely Unnecessary

This morning I received an email from my mother. Like most of these letters, it was a forward. Now nearly all of my Mother's forwarded emails contain smaltzy images of kittens or animals doing zany things or transparent religious metaphors like footprints in the sand or ultra patriotic cartoons of Osama getting caught or some such. Today the forward had a warning: don't text and drive. The email then included a bunch of photos from a particularly violent crash. Mostly crumpled doors and the like. Then there was a warning not to proceed further because of the graphic quality of upcoming images. I figured, "this is an email from my mother, how bad could it be?" That line of reasoning nearly led to my special K and morning orange juice vomited all over my desk at work. These were not graphic images. These were horrific photos that no human being need see, ever, not even as a warning to 'don't text and drive'.

blech.