Go!

[Verse 1]
Vile form of necros lies rotting your mind
Feasting like maggots, maggots in flesh
Soon it left your ruined cortex behind
Now the maggot knows glee as it nibbles on your spine

[Chorus]
Maggots! Maggots!
Maggots are falling like rain!
Maggots! Maggots!
Maggots are falling, falling like rain!

[Verse 2]
Reeking pus-pools vomit bubonic plague
Bowels of the beast stink of puke
How to describe such vileness on the page?
World Maggot waits for the end of the age!

[Chorus]
Maggots! Maggots!
Maggots are falling like rain!
Maggots! Maggots!
Maggots are falling, falling like rain!

Like rain!

[Bridge]
Beneath a sky of maggots I walked
Until those maggots began to drop, I
Gaped at god to receive my gift
Bathed in maggots 'til the planet shift

(Ohh...) The maggots are falling like rain
(Ohh...) The maggots are falling like rain

Now in the halls of the necro-lord
Flash of fear when he sees my sword, I
Rape his woman, smoke his bong
Leave a booger underneath his throne

(Ohh...) The maggots are falling like rain
(Ohh...) The maggots are falling like rain!

[Solo]
Just like rain, say!
Maggots! Maggots!
Maggots! Maggots!
Maggots! Maggots!
Maggots! Maggots! Maggots!


[Chorus]
Ma-Ma-Ma-Maggots! Maggots!
Maggots are falling like rain!
Maggots! Maggots!
Maggots are falling like rain!
Maggots! Maggots! Maggots! Maggots!
Ma-Ma-Ma-Maggots! Maggots!
Maggots are falling, falling like rain!
Ahahaha...

Once again….
Nearly shot for his cane. Arrested for contempt of cop. Still in jail over a day later, no charges made public. Don’t be surprised when he’s found dead in his cell, he pissed them off by not waiving every civil right they violated.

You’re right it was poorly planned, MAGA can’t make a decent plan to wipe themselves during a bowel movement, but it was absolutely heavily armed with everything from knives and spears to military firearms, bombs, and Molotov cocktails, and with truckloads more firearms and explosives staged for deployment nearby. You’re just lying, again, as usual. People without valid arguments tend to do that.

Sounds like a satisfying bowel movement.

Mice 2 - 7 :
"Hey asshole, that's not how you climb out of a bowel. Here let me show you."

Bowel loosening levels of fear.

For about 10 years now i've had severe stomach problems, to the point of sometimes being all but housebound. At some point in my attempts to try and find some resolution, i came across the idea of a gut flora transplant.

I never did it because you've got to find someone healthy with a great diet and i suppose bowel regularity, which is difficult in itself because those people are rare and the subject is embarrassing.

But if you're crippled with stomach aches, woken up 7 times a night going to the toilet (and then not even doing anything), then putting someone else's shit into your own bum is nothing. As Terry Pratchett once said about Alzheimer's - it's a desperate situation, and he'd eat the rotting arsehole out of a dead mole if it meant a fighting chance.

For anyone interested, i stopped eating gluten for a while and had minor improvement. When i ate gluten, i'd get feverish and flu-like, joint pain, headaches, sweats and excruciating stomach pain. I figured it was coeliac disease and hoped i would fully recover before long. I didn't, but 2 weeks ago i also cut potato (nightshade vegetable) from my diet and i have been stomach ache free since (that is, 75%+ of the time my stomach feels painless). Apparently lectins are problematic.

If anyone has ever had severe pain for a very long time, they'll know the utter relief and joy of being pain free. It's hard to describe, but for a few days to a week, it's a euphoric feeling.

Of the bowel variety?

Let's see...

1. Subaru owner
2. Legal weed
3. Fry thieving seagulls with bowel problems

Going out on a limb and saying Seattle resident.

k, I'm going Wednesday Addams on yall, so fair warning if you can't stomach the grotesque. It's just my sense of humor is very dark. This is one of the few times I'll do you a favor by breaking the fourth wall of my videosift persona. Mainly because I enjoyed this video and the concept is really neat; but, I can't help my brain from going where it goes in its logical conclusions. It's tldr so you'll skip it anyway. Doesn't matter to me, first and foremost, I post for me, not you -- though I acknowledge it is public and therefore for the public's consumption, it is so purely for reasons of science:

Is there a section at the Empathy Museum for empathizing with EMT drivers? Seeing dead and dying bodies in every conceivable way on a daily basis. How do you try on those shoes?

A friend of mine who was a technician for many years told me he witnessed dozens of different forms of decapitation and loads of ways a person can lose one or more or all of their limbs; or, how about this one -- a man who squatted over a plunger he had suctioned to the bottom of a tub because he was too much of a prude to buy a dildo, slipped in the tub while he was pleasuring himself anally...

It tore up through his bowels and punctured out of his abdomen. He was still alive but out cold from the shock while his bowels flooded his insides; dead not long after his wife had made the call.

Listening to an EMT driver discuss their years of experience is one of the best ways to empathize with the human condition.

Or here's another good one: Go work in a nursing home and learn what being old and dying is like.

But cool, I get to wear oversized women's shoes... wait, I already do that. Here, empathize with me: wear pumps and stockings for an hour, then chuck tailors and socks for two hours, then pumps, then chuck tailors, then pumps, then chuck tailors.

I'm gonna open myself a true empathy museum in collaboration with the Holocaust Museum. Could you imagine if the Holocaust Museum had you wear the shoes of dead Jews? Would anyone take that seriously? I seriously doubt it.

Aside from alternating between gender-based shoes, my empathy museum will also allow you to interact with people who have low functioning autism and have a discussion with a man who has severe brain damage because his dad was involved in organized crime and the price of not paying a debt on time was that his family got murdered before his very eyes. Lucky for him, only brain damage. Sole survivor. Let him regale you with tales of woes made entirely of spitting sounds and aimless staring.

Empathy's a crazy thing. Makes you want to crawl inside a hole sometimes. But if you emerge sane and ready to TRULY empathize by doing a goddamn thing about it -- and not just proclaim your civil rights and be angry at the injustices of the world and how unfair your lot or the lot of other pitiful humans are -- maybe you'll have what it takes to gain an iota of true humanity. That's what my empathy museum is all about.

Not that I'm against this form of chic empathy. I quite enjoy art installations.

"More consistent bowel movements? Squatty Potty stock would SOAR!"

Actually, its stock would tank if it was easier to take a shit.

I feel sorry for all you stoners. Having to come down once a week to take a shit must be horrible on your bowels.

You can tell by the way the Old Ones rumble in the bowels of the earth when he says it.

Okay, it does look better than the first one, but so do half my bowel movements (you don't want to know about the other half... I should really eat better).

Christ, judgmental much people?

I'm guessing by the comments that most people here are not in the process of potty-training children or haven't done it for a while. If you have issues with the way the dad handled this, you might want to read up on potty training: http://www.babycenter.com/toddler-potty-training-advice

We finally just recently succeeded in getting our daughter to poop in the toilet. Oddly enough she's been peeing by herself there just fine for almost a year, but was terrified of the toilet (including training toilets) when pooping for the longest time. If I had just grabbed her and rushed her in there at the first first sign of a bowel movement I would have had to deal with hysterical screaming for the next two hours AND no bowel movement to boot (learned from experience, by the way--she'll ride the cramps out or twist her body to shit on the bathroom floor instead while screaming like we're sticking her with hot knives the whole time).

She simply wouldn't do it until she was ready to do it. And one day she was ready and there was much rejoicing in the household.

Everyone learns to poop in the toilet eventually, usually by age 4 at the latest. It's not a race and there shouldn't be any pressure involved.

tl;dr

You don't know this kid. You don't this dad. You don't know where they are in the potty training process or if either is even ready for it. Hence you don't get to be self-righteous and judge this guy's parenting based on the underwhelming evidence of one YouTube video.

My wife had the same kind of symptoms. She was diagnosed with Celiac disease and irritable bowel by her GP. And I learned the hard way to double check that I get gluten free chow. A night with her alternating between throwing up and curling up in a ball on the bathroom floor means I read the ingredients label on everything... twice. Moral of the story I guess is go see a doctor.