Monday, August 13, 2007

What?

Big deal, Rove's removing his fat ass from the forefront; he'll still be machinating somewhere. And he's infected a whole bunch of young weasels with his nasty fervor. It doesn't help to lobby for impeachments and other sorts of removals, this lot sticks around like burrs on a tender part of an anatomy, or hangs on like a fungus infection. There's no getting rid of them, really.
Meanwhile, it pays to be distracted by useful and pleasant activities, as simple as helping someone feel confident as she approaches her tenth decade on this planet.

3 Comments:

Blogger pissed off patricia said...

You're right, removing one germ doesn't cure the disease.

Is your mom's 100th birthday coming up? Wow, give her a hug and a kiss for me. :)

7:16 AM  
Blogger isabelita said...

Pop, she's almost 90, which means she will be entering her tenth decade. But I'll definitely deliver those goods to her!

9:42 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

well, I posted extensively about this situation...and came up with the only funny of the bunch I've read.

What do you get when the blossom withers on the turd? Just the pile of shit!

Given W's nickname for Rove, I think that's what we've got...and unfortunately, that's no joke.

2:58 PM  

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