This is from a couple of weeks ago at Zoo Atlanta. I don't know why it bothers me, but it does. Disregarding stupid rules I can understand. I can even understand, if not especially respect, disregarding rules for no other reason than that they are there. But for these folks, the value of the picture of their daughter (or whatever) hugging a bronze Willie B. outweighs (x) any respect they have for the zoo's request to keep off plus (y) the cost of teaching their young friend that rules don't apply to you if they're inconvenient plus (z) any shame involved. (I tried to add to (z) by loudly lamenting the sad state of literacy in the US today, but this seemed to pass unnoticed.)
iTunes offered me several choices for this post: Dylan's "Idiot Wind" ("Your an idiot, babe; it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe"), Jane's Addiction's "Idiots Rule" and TMBG's "Museum of Idiots", but these are exactly the kind of folks I picture when I listen to Idioteque, so here you go.
