The blond looks like Howard the Duck.
If I saw these things somewhere, I would regard them with about the same generousity of spirit as I regard a rattlesnake who appears in my path.
Of course, I wouldn't shoot them, throw rocks at them, or poke them with a stick (unless they looked at me), but truly I would not consider them as belonging to any category for which I have the least concern. I am, for example, sure that they could not be God's children, because, as is often said, "He don't make no junk."
Actually, I have overstated...If they were on the ground and appeared to be dying, I ~might~ poke them with a stick.
What in the Hell is that?