Typing away, running through form after form, when I notice I was in the middle of processing a form for some boy with the first name of Osama.

Poor kid.

There he was, merrily going through life, without a care in the world (go with me here), and then -wham- now he's stuck with a first name that makes Adolf seem as nice and innocent as Joe or Bob.

And all this when he's just about to hit adolesence. Great timing. There is no chance in hell he won't have to hear it at some point. He might as well just put a big, huge target on his chest cause if he makes it through High School without getting his ass kicked at least three times, he should consider himself lucky.

Imagine him too, trying to go on a date. Just imagine his date's reaction when she tells them, "mom, dad, meet my date, Osama."

And then there's the poor parents. They probably spent months and months agonizing over a name, debating names back and forth, until they settled upon what they felt was the best possible name. They were probably really proud of that name too, thinking they had come up with a perfectly fine name, only to find out that they had unwittingly doomed their offspring to a life of misery.