The Mullahs, some Conservative Christian Preachers and more than a few cranky old farts all say we are going to Hell in a rocket-powered hand-basket. While I generally ignore them, I occasionally see something that makes me admit to a grain of truth in their ravings.
I used to think that the ultimate in Hedonism had been achieved in Michael Crichton’s The Terminal Man back in the early ‘70s. For those who don’t remember, Crichton described a medical device that could stimulate the pleasure centers of the brain electronically, going directly to orgasm without all of the sweaty effort of copulation. At least one patient found this highly addictive, with serious consequences.
Yesterday, I learned how much we have progressed since then.
I received an email ad about a product that facilitates, even encourages, at least Two (Gluttony and Sloth) of the Seven Deadly Sins. It even comes in bright flashy colors to entice innocent little children!
No longer is it necessary to actually lick your own ice cream. Just stick out your tongue, push the button, and this clever device does all the work for you.
If you’re determined to grease the path to Hell, you can buy them at Amazon.
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