Have you ever been in line at an amusement park or a stadium, patiently waiting for your turn to be serviced, only to be scared off by some scary looking person with a tattoo? Most Americans would say, “Yes!”, since it is a well known fact that most people that brandish their hideous emblems of deprivation tend to be turned away from jobs, and enjoy a negative reputation from anyone with an annual salary of over $75,000. Even the liberal Washington Post, well known for harboring terrorists and idiots, is making a statement on these vile sketches:

Tattoos are the emblems of our age. They bristle from the biceps of men in summer shirts, from the lower backs of women as they ascend stairs, from the shoulders of basketball players as they drive toward the basket, and from every inch of certain celebrities. The tattoo is the battle flag of today in its war with tomorrow. It is carried by sure losers.

Many stupid lawsuits are burdening our courts because some idiot chose to get a tattoo. The tattoo parlors do not deserve any sympathy, either _ they are the ones that can’t spell ‘town’.

About 40 percent of younger Americans (26 to 40) have tattoos. About 100 percent of these have clothes they once loved but now hate. How can anyone who knows how fickle fashion is, how times change, how their own tastes have “improved,” decorate their body in a way that’s nearly permanent? I don’t get it.

Tattoos are even worse than clothing _ tattoos are much more expensive to add, and extremely more expensive to remove than clothing is. Money that could be going to well-meaning enterprises like Regnery or Enron is instead going to Marxists that will doubtlessly squander their money on alcohol, prostitution, and video games.

Johnny Depp once had “Winona Forever” tattooed on his shoulder but changed it to “Wino Forever” when his relationship with Winona Ryder turned out to last somewhat short of “forever.” Angelina Jolie once sported the name “Billy Bob,” for Billy Bob Thornton, but, since she began a relationship with Brad Pitt, has had it replaced with the global coordinates of her children’s birthplaces. She is also emblazoned with the legend “Know Your Rights.” The British writer Simon Mills likens that to a sign hung in small-claims court.

Maybe Winona would have been forever for the Pastafarian wannabe if he had only read the Bible. Maybe that Feminazi Atheist Bisexual Angelina Jolie would be with Billy Bob if she had only read the Bible. Without the words of the Bible, our nation’s children will be lost into a den of iniquity and Helioleftism, financing deviant artists that wish to pierce perfect skin with the medicine of Satan. Why is this verse so hard for our nation to follow?

Leviticus 19:28 Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you: I am the LORD.

For those that think Scripture supports such a deviant practice, I direct you HERE.

David Beckham has turned his body into a billboard of Hebrew, Chinese and Hindi characters, not to mention a semi-nude representation of his wife. Victoria Beckham, the aforementioned semi-nude, is graffitied with Roman numerals and Hebrew lettering. As for the conspicuously tattooed Amy Winehouse, her lyrics bespeak an intelligence that someday — if she has a someday — will cause her to wonder why she never gave that day a thought.

Those ‘characters’ are undoubtedly false gods _ those ‘numerals’ and ‘letterings’ likely Satan-speak, and those ‘lyrics’ likely nothing more than a pagan orgy hallucination. Your body is a temple _ to defile it with nicotine, marijuana, alcohol, sunbathing, massage therapy, or any other procedure that changes the way God made you is blasphemy.

I asked a college professor what she thought of tattoos, and she said that for young people, they represent permanence in an ever-changing world. But how is that possible? Anyone old enough and smart enough to get into college knows that only impermanence is permanent. Everything changes — including, sweetie, that tight tummy with its “look at me!” tattoo. Time will turn it into false advertising.

Professors, of course, do not have changing opinions on anything. Instead, they subscribe to a rigid set of values, refusing to teach anything other than the same old blather story of Cosmos with new, funny sounding rhetoric. To fall into this sad state of affairs is akin to the life of a tattoo parlorist, who listen to the same Metallica song and listen to the same shrill laughs of demons everyday. To trust a parlorist with your teenager would be akin to America releasing all of its prisoners with a $500 gas card, a 12-gauge shotgun, a car with a trunk full of Big Macs, a haircut, a shave, and the names and addresses of all the witnesses who testified against them at trial.

The permanence of the moment — the conviction that now is forever — explains what has happened to the American economy. We are, as a people, deeply in debt. We are, as a nation, deeply in debt. The average American household owes more than its yearly income. We save almost nothing (0.4 percent of disposable income) and spend almost everything (99.6 percent of disposable income) in the hope that tomorrow will be a lot like today. We bought homes we could not afford and took out mortgages we could not pay and whipped out the plastic on everything else. Debts would be due in the future, but, with any luck, the future would remain in the future.

All of this is due to regulations against the credit-card industry, the purchasing of Naruto paraphernalia, and vacations to Europe, where the natives, devoid of values, convince the tourists that the social welfare system will take care of them, and that a $6.50 surgery really is possible. The wealthy will be forced to pay for the mishaps of the idiot Americans, the ones that were too stupid to pass high school, resulting in an inclination to do donuts in a K-mart parking lot with their free time, making nary a contribution for the rest of us.

Here and there the occasional scold warned that all this was unsustainable. Social Security is underfunded. The government ought to — just occasionally — balance its books. But for a long time, the unsustainable seemed sustainable. The immutable rules were mutable. Virtually the entire political establishment insisted that tomorrow would never come. Republicans joined with Democrats in never calling in a loan. Who says bipartisanship is dead? Not when it comes to fiscal irresponsibility.

Idiot RINOs and Democrats refuse to acknowledge Social Security for what it is _ a failed experiment by FDR to con working Americans out of their money so that the AARP can lobby for motel discounts for its gullible members. If the Democrats have their way, this Social Security money will be obligated to be sent to tattoo parlors so that our elderly can dress up their decaying skin pores.

I recall a tiny scandal of some years back when it was alleged that George Shultz, then secretary of state, had a tattoo of a tiger on the nether reaches of his body. This was credible because Shultz had gone to Princeton, where such tattooing was once customary for undergrads, although not, I hope, for the faculty. (I am thinking now of Einstein.) I also know a Navy man who had a bicep done in World War II, not that it stopped him from becoming executive editor of The Post. I withhold his name out of consideration for his family.

Moonbat colleges force our citizens to go along with their deviant ways, even encouraging streaking! It would be a shame for a female American to lose a promising husband because of her tramp stamp. It would be a shame for a tattooed criminal to reach a position of authority because some liberal wanted affirmative action for walking mongrel easels.

But the tattoos of today are not minor affairs or miniatures placed on the body where only an intimate or an internist would see them. Today’s are gargantuan, inevitably tacky, gauche and ugly. They bear little relationship to the skin that they’re on. They don’t represent an indelible experience or membership in some sort of group but an assertion that today’s whim will be tomorrow’s joy. After all, a tattoo cannot be easily removed. It takes a laser — and some cash.

Tattoos, like abortions, last forever, and are nothing more than a ‘Look At Me!’ expression, devoid of any concern for the children.

I have decades’ worth of photos of me wearing clothes that now look like costumes. My hair has been long and then longer and then short. My lapels have been wide, then wider, then narrow. I have written awful columns I once thought were brilliant and embraced ideas I now think are foolish. Nothing is forever.

Seize the day — laser tomorrow.

Once people of faith start lobbying to their congressmen to ban these Satanic writings and Pagan imagery, there will undoubtedly be Democrats, activist judges, and ACLU lawyers that will attempt to thwart our ambitions. However, these are the same idiots who try to convince us that welfare, Sodomism, abortion, Darwinism, ‘global’ warming, and a round earth are all necessary beliefs. Those who oppose tattoo rights know what is best not only for the economy, but also their fellow man’s soul.