::thank the gods

27 09 2005

That my wife’s best friend, Emberly (yes, her real name) flew up from San Diego to see the illustrious Neil Diamond this evening.Means that I don’t have to be the user of the extra ticket (1st point).Also means that I am the drinker of the beer. (2nd point).





::full responsibility

15 09 2005

…And to the extent that the federal government didn’t fully do its job right, I take responsibility.”

–George W. Bush,

September 13th, 2005 Sweet.

So it shouldn’t be too long now before the rat-bastard is packing his bags and heading back to the ranch. A failed presidency that will be just one of the many failed enterprises Dubya has led into the ground.

I know, I know. I’m living in a dream world. Bush is as likely to resign as little Jenna and Barbara are to stay sober on a Saturday night. But I can hope, right? I can dream? After all, Michael Brown took a bullet for the Administration and resigned from FEMA, the current red-headed stepchild of the US Government.

Besides, a Bush resignation would mean a Cheney presidency, and that would surely lead to dark, dark days. It might be cool, though, to have a president who didn’t beat around the bush (no pun intended, really) and would actually say what’s on his mind every now and then. I’m still trying to learn that whole inside voice, outside voice thing too, Dick. Don’t worry.

It’ll be neat to see how fast the definition of full responsibility changes. I bet it won’t include food shortages or record gas prices. It won’t include an ecomony crippled by a chunk of the contry being devistated. It won’t include thousands dead. Maybe some teams will be sent to New Orleans with high-caliber weapons, where they will search and search but won’t find anything to take responsibility for. Then Bush can wear an apron from the Cafe Du Monde and proudly declare his mission accomplished. With lots of sugar on top.

I can hardly wait to see what happens next.



::holy crap

11 09 2005

two comments to one entry in one day! you read me!you really, really read me!

but seriously, folks…

it’s good to know someone’s watching.



::happy anniversary!

11 09 2005

How time flies!It is hard to believe that it’s been 4 years already that we’ve had our little war on terror. Seems like only yesterday Dubya the Dumbasss was pounding his fist and boasting that he was “not going to fire a $2 million missile at a $10 empty tent and hit a camel in the butt.”

Certainly not.

I wrote an editorial piece for the Sacramento News and Review a year after. Here it is, if you’re interested. Everytime I see the page, I can’t help but think of how pissed off I look in that picture. An angry, bald, unpatriotic little man, that’s what I was.

My wife has a sticker on her car. It’s a headshot of Dubya (I’d like to give a shout out to any Secret Service goons who just came across my site…top o’ the morning to you!) with the word EVIL captioned underneath. It’s fairly discreet, maybe 3 inches high and 2 wide. Not too long ago someone left her a note that read, If you don’t like it, go back to Afganistan (actual spelling) you unamerican asshole!”Now, I am asshole, I can’t really argue too much with that point. But my wife is not an asshole by an stretch of the imagination. She is difficult at times, I’ll grant you that. But who isn’t, especially when they have to deal with an asshole.If sincerely believing that our president is evil makes me unamerican, sign me up and read me my rights.

Do we still have those? Rights, I mean?

Gonna cut this short, and who knows when I’ll be back. I need to do some manly house stuff and get the young ‘un dressed. Oh, and I probably need to be detained for an undisclosed amount of time, because we can do that now, you know.