I’m really stinking busy today, but never ever too stinking busy to report on child abuse. Well, sometimes too busy to report on child abuse, but not this time, especially because this time it’s being passed off as a “ritual of spiritual cleansing.
Apparently, one of the cool things they do in Japan besides eating sushi and wearing robes is holding “crying sumo” contests where children are held up in front of a huge crowd of strangers by enormous, sumo wrestlers . . . who are also strangers. After that, it’s pretty straightforward – the first baby to cry wins, regardless of whether they are crying from physical, emotional, or psychological hurt.
Now I’ve been wrong about a lot of things, not the least of which being the time I thought it would be cool to try to tame a wild squirrel. But I’m pretty confident saying that this is weird, not to mention vaguely criminal. It’s like tying me to a chair and forcing me to watch The Notebook on loop to see how long it would take before I choked on my own tears. Sure it might be entertaining, but those are scars that . . . . . I’m sorry . . . it’s just, he loved her so much.