bombs and condoms

Whenever I find myself in a public restroom I have this strange intrigue with graffiti on the walls. Usually they are just pollitical hate mail to anyone emptying their loins or sexual offers followed by a phone number, but every now and again there is something thoughtful. This is not one of them, but it made me laugh a small laugh inside myself.

"Don't you see how overpopulated the wold would be if it weren't for war??"

I couldn't help but draw the strange image in my head of dropping bombs as a now effective form of birth control. Maybe I shouldn't have been laughing, though. I am not any better off in my mindset than this fellow (I assume it was a fellow writing in the men's restroom).