The other week I went to see a movie at the local dollar theater, Northpark 7, at the mall in Oklahoma City. As I was walking out to the parking lot I noticed a disturbing scenario out of the corner of my eye.

Is that…? What in the…?!? What IS that thing?!?

A crib? A punishment / time-out cage to contain junior? A piece of art?

I just don’t know. But I DO know this: it is a source of encouragement.

Why? Because, my friends, if Mr. Joe American (or in this case, Joe Trump?) will spend his hard-earned money on stuff like THIS, then I am convinced, without a doubt, that I’ll be able to market and profit from more than a handful of my… a-hem… more useful inventions. So while some observers might look at this crib and feel the uncontrollable urge to cry, or shake their heads sadly in bewildered disgust, I can’t help but stare at it and smile from ear to ear.

Thank you, Mr. Twisted Crib maker.

Thank you very, very much.

Kevin