Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Strange day

The eldest among us awoke on a bad side of the bed today. From the getgo, things were not right, and upon reading her alumni magazine, in which she discovered a 1939 classmate who had just died at her same age, things went downhill. Nothing seemed to cheer or buoy, until we managed a hair and toe do appointment with her stylist, who's been out of commission for a bit here due to allergies. Allergies are a widespread affliction in these parts, some more imaginary than others, but it's hard to confirm or pin down. Well, a good foot massage and a nice hairdo seemed to set things right again. The day was absolutely lovely, hard to conceive of depression in such beautiful surroundings, but like Hamlet said to the gravedigger...
I am going to make sacrifice to something or other to deny the Shrub any further enrichment. For speeches, he thinks he can make money. I shall dog him. He shall NOT profit from a single word falling from his sinful mouth. Any of you out there who dare pay this poor excuse for a human being one more cent, be damned.

2 Comments:

Blogger robin andrea said...

"...but like Hamlet said to the gravedigger..." such a great line.

I find it ridiculous that anyone would spend money to hear the Bush buffoon open his stupid smirky mouth. But is it really any more ridiculous than the fact that this freakin' idiot is the president of our country?

7:50 AM  
Blogger JS said...

I've been opposed to the death penalty...but would reconsider my opposition if it could be applied to one miserable son of a bitch who's ruined this country...I'd only reconsider it briefly, though, until the deed were done. And, of course, I'd only accept its legitimacy after a court of appropriate construct had so deemed it. You know, 'cause I want to obey the laws and all.

5:23 PM  

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