It has long been an axiom that dogs are man's best friend, so it should have surprised nobody when man fell for dog. Fell for it hard. Those big puppy eyes, those wet slobbery kisses, it was an irresistible attraction from day one. Unlike woman, dog doesn't even attempt to hide his sexuality, walking around naked, genitals out for anyone to see. For centuries man resisted the siren's call of this provocative sight. Indeed the history of mankind is the history of a species wrestling desperately with its strong desire to have sex with dogs and inventing everything from renaissance poetry to war to disco in an attempt to sublimate. When these attempts have faltered the results have been the disasters of history. The Black Plague. The Holocaust. The closing of Studio 54. All caused by an outbrake of man-dog lovin'. Most of these breakdowns were short lived and the majority of human history has been relatively clean of this kind of interspecies filth.
However, as the 20th century wore on and sexual mores were lifted it became more and more inevitable that men would not be able to resist much longer. As a species we were poised on the brink of disaster, with men prepared to defect from their wives in droves to pursue exclusive relationships with their canine companions.
As should be obvious this did not happen, but it was not man's change of heart that kept disaster at bay, it was the internet. Created by someone other than Al Gore, the Internet was designed to distract man from the pull of Fido's fuckstick and towards the safe irradiating glow of their computer monitors. It has done this remarkably well. Men who would be fucking dogs all over the place are safely at home or at work, seated in front of their terminals and laughing at the antics on Fark.com. Oh Florida, will you never cease to provide humorous news stories of your residents' foolishness? I hope not. What hard labor had done in the 1800's and movies and TV for most of the twentieth century the Internet now does instead. The nuclear family was saved from meltdown. Women continued to be relevant to modern life outside the workplace. Dogs had to be satisfied with humping their owners property and legs, instead of the bedroom intimacy they so desperately craved and came within a hair's breadth of getting.
Yet we must remain ever vigilant. Like a shark, if the anti dog-man-sex forces were to stop moving, they would die. Thankfully they do not stop moving. Instead they continue to move. Forwards. Like they should.
Valiant politicians like Rick Santorum continue to fight the danger of man on dog sex and the cataclysmic results it would bring. Programmers continue to create applications like blogs and Massively Multiplayer games to enhance the Internet's distraction capability. Pornographers continue to push the aesthetically unpleasing sight of human on human sexuality as attractive and normal. As for my part, well I am writing this, and I intend to keep putting my text on the internet like a modern day Rosie the Riveter (only with a keyboard rather than a rivet gun) doing my part to keep Homo Sapiens from getting frisky with their canine counterparts.
So shine on sweet Internet, keep up your idiotic ways. Keep distracting the young people from their true desires, and keep crusty old perves glued to sites about 18 year old Latinas and the Redheaded Lesbians who love them, so they can overcome their need to get testicle deep in labrador anus.
A silly waste of time? No my friends. The Internet is the only thing standing between us and something far worse than anarchy. Long may it continue to stand.