Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Is it Tuesday after lunch yet?
What the hell happened to the world while I went on that binge, and what the hell was I drinking, smoking, snorting, injecting, and ingesting that would lead to civil unrest in Madison, Wisconsin? Is Moammar going to send troops to help the public employees battle the new Reaganism? Why do Republicans always try to present themselves as such benign assholes? Why is this guy blue, daddy? Why can't we have an endless party system?
So it looks like the world is going for its hand instead of a jack bastard, or some other equally Babelfished inebriation of communication.
If the past several weeks since Wikileaks incited a couple of halfway literate detergents to rouse the rabble and whip them to frothy peaks of idealism have confounded the aged leadership, the liberal bimbos, and the corporate media to put their hands in their shorts and scratch their heads, that's good for the rest of us.
The revolution passed them by. Let them die. Not that they deserve the comfort of the piss that passeth for understanding and all.
There will come a time when you can take your clothes off when you dance.
From out there on that stuff,
The Good Doctor Faustroll
BTW, you won't believe where I had to stick my fist to recover my gmail password.