There weren't a lot of Christians in Pakistan anyway. But now there are fewer. Since some needed to be blown up in a children's park in Lahore on Sunday.

"The target were Christians," said Ehsanullah Ehsan, a spokesman for Jamaat-ul-Ahrar, a faction of Tehreek-e-Taliban Pakistan. "Our bombers will continue these attacks."

The explosion took place in a parking lot of Gulshan-e-Iqbal Park—one of the largest public places in Lahore—especially popular with families.

Eyewitnesses said the 67-acre park was unguarded and they saw body parts scattered across it. "We took the injured to hospitals in rickshaws," a man said.

Of course, not all the victims were Christians. Not even most of them. "Of the 58, 14 were identified as Christian citizens and the remaining as Muslims." Because when you go to Thanatos, you fuck up. Always.

Like the yeehaw nimrod who decided to go on a Jew hunt, killed three people, then said to the arresting officers: "I am an anti-Semite, I hate goddamned Jews. How many did I get?"

Well, none. All the people this nutbag killed, they were not Jewish.

During cross examination, Miller said he was "devastated" when he found out none of his victims were actually Jewish, but said the murders of Corporon and LaMano were justified because they were "Jewish sympathizers."

Miller said he felt bad about killing teenager Underwood, who he "thought was older" but admitted he would have felt better if the boy had been a Jew.

Pakistan is a dysfunctional country created by white people. Two white people, actually. Louis Mountbatten, and Christopher Beaumont. And, over lunch. They knew their partition of India and Pakistan, it would result in the deaths of thousands of people. But they didn't care. The people were, after all, just "wogs." And, to these men—as to The Hairball—wogs, they just don't count. Not really people.

Mountbatten was later blown up on his boat by the IRA. In another typical Thanatos fuck-up. As an 83-year-old woman and two young boys were killed as well.

The Mountbatten bombing hardened the heart of British Prime Minister Maggot Thatcher, who then gave the back of her hand to the Irish hunger strikers. Which resulted in the Ten Men Dead. Which was seen at the time as a victory for Maggot and her people. But which was not. In truth, the British government was broken. Leading directly to the (relative) tranquility, in the six northern counties, of today.

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While the body parts were flying in Lahore, in Islamabad the army was in the streets grappling with people who believe more Pakistanis should be killed for the "crime" of blasphemy.

The street-people were out in honor of Mumtaz Qadri, a former Pakistani policeman who was hanged in February for assassinating Punjab governor Salmaan Taseer, who had questioned the nation's blasphemy laws. Qadri was a Taseer bodyguard; he shot the body he was assigned to guard some 28 times.

More than 300 Pakistani lawyers, they then offered their services to Qadri, pro bono. The people in the streets, they want Qadri declared a hero, and the death penalty imposed on any and all blasphemers.

Sometimes such people don't wait for the law; they just go out and kill blasphemers themselves. And so it was last week.

Unidentified men killed a mentally challenged person in Shabqadar town of Charsadda district in Khyber-Pakhtunkhwa (K-P) for allegedly committing blasphemy.

Police and residence told The Express Tribune that the 50-year-old man was sitting at his shop in the Katozai Malik Abad area Monday evening, when two men riding a motorcycle pulled up and one of them opened fire on him.

According to the victim's neighbours, the man had been admitted in a mental hospital for a long time. They said the victim used to babble words and thoughts which sounded blasphemous.

Residents said some unidentified men had warned that the victim would be declared an apostate and on Monday evening he was killed.

So it goes.

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Lahore and Islamabad were not the only places in the world unsane Sunday.

In Brussels a band of dingleberries bulled their way into a memorial for the recent dead there to Sieg some Heils and otherwise act like they'd grunted, knuckles dragging, out of a time portal from 1935.

In Connecticut, toddlers were trampled when an Easter egg hunt was "bum-rushed" by greedy adults who wanted all the goodies for themselves. They "rushed the field and took everything," one witness said, "kind of like locusts."

"Somebody pushed me over and take my eggs," Vincent Welch, 4, told NBC Connecticut after the event, "and it's very rude of them and they broke my bucket."

Up in Salmon Creek, Washington, a sudden burst of crazed screaming disturbed another Easter egg hunt, leading to some cop people rushing to the scene to arrest some drug people.

A disturbance during an Easter egg hunt Saturday evening in Salmon Creek, north of Vancouver, led to the discovery of a large-scale unlicensed pot operation, according to the Clark County Sheriff's Office.

At about 6 p.m., police were dispatched to a report that the neighborhood Easter egg hunt had been interrupted by a man screaming that his roommates were going to shoot him, according to a story published in the Vaancouver Columbian.

Police arrived in the area and learned that the disturbance was related to a marijuana distribution operation headquartered in a nearby home, police said.

In Mexico, Easter celebrants set effigies of The Hairball ablaze. It is traditional there to burn Judas; this year, Judas was replaced by The Hairball.

"Since he started his campaign and began talking about immigrants, Mexico, and Mexicans, I said 'I've got to get this guy,'" said Felipe Linares, the artisan who crafted Trump and whose family has been making Judases for more than 50 years.

No one in Mexico likes The Hairball. No one anywhere in the world, outside the United States, likes The Hairball. Because The Hairball, to people outside the US, is the walking, talking incarnation of all that is worst about that nation: Baby Huey, with a machine gun.

I take it back. There is one non-US person who likes The Hairball. Jean-Marie Le Pen. Convicted Holocaust-denier, and a man who has personally tortured people. Le Pen, surely, he is the pure quintessence, of The Hairball apologist.

There is a petition out there calling for folks attending the Republican National Convention in Cleveland, Ohio this July to be permitted to openly carry firearms, as they wander the halls, making the president.

The petition notes that Ohio is an open-carry state, but that the website for the Quicken Loans Arena—the site of the convention in Cleveland—says the venue forbids "firearms and other weapons of any kind."

"This is a direct affront to the Second Amendment and puts all attendees at risk," the petition reads. "As the National Rifle Association has made clear, 'gun-free zones' such as the Quicken Loans Arena are 'the worst and most dangerous of all lies.'"

The Hairball—by far the stupidest person to ever wang-dang his micro-doodle in national politics—soberly intoned upon the television that he is "a very, very strong person for the Second Amendment," and will first "read the fine print," before bestowing upon the petition his royal blessing.

Yesterday a partypooping Secret Service spokesunit decreed that the Service didn't care what The Hairball, or anyone else, might say, because "[i]ndividuals determined to be carrying firearms will not be allowed past a predetermined outer perimeter checkpoint, regardless of whether they possess a ticket to the event."

But hey, who is the Secret Service, to trample upon the people's freedoms? I personally believe a wild crazed shootout, among foaming shrieking drunken Thanatos-happy Hairballians, there upon the convention floor, to be the only natural and True culmination, of the Hairball campaign. It will be like the penultimate scene of The Wild Bunch, and it will on live television, and in all the tubes. The people in charge of the convention music, they can deafeningly sound throughout the hall, Ian Hunter—"Cleveland Rocks"—as, down on the floor, the Hairballians, they begin their Thanatos beguine. It will be America, writ large.

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A bimbo has erupted, claiming The Clenis used to snort cocaine off her coffee table.

Big deal. John Kennedy would snort coke off Marilyn Monroe's pubic mound, down by the White House swimming pool.

The bimbo also says The Clenis would wear her black nightie, while blowing the sax.

So What. Jedgar Hoover, over decades, would don women's undergarments, while blowing Clyde Tolson.

There is one claim The Clenis can make, that is unique to him. And that is that his penis was impeached, and then put on trial before the US Senate.

The US Senate is not much inclined to confirm Merrick Garland as an Associate Justice to the United States Supreme Court.

This is because, as explained by San Francisco political scientist Brian Copeland, a majority of the senators are "originalists," who hew to the original meaning of the Constitution. And that Constitution originally classified a black person as 3/5th of a human being. The current president, The Kenyan, he is black; therefore, to these senators, he is but 3/5th of a president. And so, quite simply, his time has run out. He is no longer the president at all. No one is. There is just a big black hole, there in the Oval Office. Since The Kenyan, he is no longer the president, he has no business appointing anyone to the Supreme Court.

In any event, a horrific scandal has emerged in re Mr. Garland, one that seems certain to derail his nomination.

Yes, when Mr. Garland, he was 10 years old, he may have cheated in a relay race at summer camp.

No. I am not making this up. I just read, and then report, these things. And then I lie down. And quietly weep.