Another visit with the "Parents"
of Adolph Hitler Campbell

Fair warning.

This is another blog about the kid whose parents named him after Adolph Hitler. If you don't want to hear more on this matter, shut off your computer right now and go do something productive and beneficial.

Such as reading a newspaper.

I know I'm repeating a topic, but I look at it this way.

If CNN host Nancy Grace can talk non-stop, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for months on end about Caylee Anthony -- the Florida child who disappeared late last spring whose body was just discovered in mid-December -- without ever once catching a breath, I can at least run another blog on Adolph Hitler Campbell.

Who knows. Maybe I will even write a third to make a trilogy.

It could be kind of like "The Lord of The Rings," but without hobbits. There are definitely orcs though. Some people might call them the parents of poor little Adolph.

For those of you, not familiar with either the previous blog or the news story upon which it was based, some "parents" in New Jersey wanted their son's full name -- Adolph Hitler Campbell -- put on his third birthday cake. When one grocery store refused, it became news.

Previously, I tried to contemplate how on God's green earth, these "parents" could have possibly decided that naming their child after the most infamous man in the 20th century was a good idea.

In this episode of As the Dumbasses Spawn, Father Orc gets a call from lil' Adolph's Day Care Center:

Tracy, the Daycare Manager: Hello Mr. Campbell. This is Tracy from day care. We're having another problem with Adolph.

Father Orc: What did he do this time? Is he picking on that Steinberg kid again?

Tracy: No, not this time. Today he wouldn't let any of the other children play in the sandbox during play period. He kept yelling "Mein Sandkasten" and goose-stepping around it.

Father Orc: So, what's the big deal about that? If he called dibs, then the sandbox should be his.

Tracy: Sir, we don't encourage children to "call dibs." We encourage children to share.

Momma Orc (breaking into the conversation): Hello, did I hear Cher mentioned? I love Cher. I could karaoke to her practically all night long.

Father Orc: Darlene, will you get off the other phone. We are not talking about Cher. We're talking about SHAR-ring. The day care says Adolph is piggin' up the sandbox.

Tracy: Sir, we seem to have another problem. Adolph is starting to show other aggressiveness while playing.

Father Orc: How so?

Tracy: Well, he likes to organize his Matchbox cars into columns and rows with his dinosaur at the front, and when the other kids step away from their toys, he uses the T-Rex to bash their toys to pieces.

Father Orc: Yeah, he likes to play war. Ain't it cute?

Tracy: No sir, it is not cute. It's actually a little disturbing.

Father Orc: Hold it a second. Our little one is getting' into something. (yelling away from the phone) Josef! Josef Stalin Campbell! You get your butt away from that Kegerator! Darlene! Come get Josef! He's trying to stick a Pop Tart in the Blue Ray player! (back to the phone) Sorry about that. We just got that player for Christmas. I'll tell ya, our little one's a really stinker. Some might say he makes Adolph look like a saint.