Inspiration
I don't feel inspired to write about anything. Today a plane skipped off the runway in Toronto and everyone survived. I was glad to hear it but not remotely inspired to write about it.
There was the Bolton "abscess appointment" as it was called (I think) on TomPaine.com. Yeah so. We all know Bush is a horrible leader who makes completely pudding-brained decisions. My sentiments are let's move on. So what that we're the laughing stock of the world? Remember the election of 2000?
Iran is resuming it's nuclear program and do-do brain still won't sit down and have a simple conversation with them as he's left it up to the Germans, the British and the French to do all his heavy lifting while he goes off to Crawford for the 50th time. God knows that's where the next 1800 soldiers will die when Bush or his Republican "war at any costs" successor gets us into another iniquitous war of choice. Been there, done that.
1800 - no there's a milestone. The Busheviks and their ilk most be so happy that they've reached that one. But hey, we've turned the corner. Just close your eyes and try to forget that our troops are being attacked 50% more often than last year at this time. I know what we can do, just engrave all their tombstones with "turning the corner." Or here's a better idea, we'll just change our slogan. That'll show 'em! I'm curious, is mass stupidity by "intelligent design?"
Bill Frist is planning his run for President by announcing that he has finally broken from being Bush's ass hound and he's all for federally funding stem cell research. Way to go Billy boy, god knows you're politics are based on your love for your fellow man. Me and the Nazi Pope have voted. It's official, you're a saint. Release the smoke.
The space shuttle's cracking up. Again. And Michael Jackson ain't doing the moon walk because all his free time is being spent having pictures of his genitals taken.
The same Rafael Palmiero who said in front of a Senate hearing that he absolutely has not used steroids, has used steroids. His excuse is something about the steroids making their way into his body without his knowledge. Forget about "what the definition of is, is," Clinton should have used "she blew me without my knowledge." Can you just picture the entire House of Representatives doing a collective "oooooohhhhhh" and then voting against impeachment?
The polar ice caps are melting, major life-taking storms are happening more often and getting more ferocious and the dunder head gallery is running around yelling that it's all a figment of our imagination. Tell that to the polar bear who's sitting atop what was once a mighty glacier but is now a tiny iceberg as it heads for the Florida coast where it's about to be hit by 2 category 5 hurricanes.
Oh and lest I forget that I've received some 1000 email notifications from every foreign government on the face of the earth letting me know that I've won the lotto and the same email another 10,000 times from some dead guy from Liberia named Taylor who would just would love to give me millions of dollars because I'm so trustworthy and I have yet to see one red cent of any of that money. I'm either the luckiest guy on Earth or the unluckiest. Wait, I just got another 100,000 emails saying I'm the "lucky winner" so I guess that answers that.
I wish I could find something compelling to write about. I wonder what J. Lo and Ben Affleck are up to?
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