Honestly, who needs to write whole posts anymore?
I heard on morning radio that someone has a new book out: Eccentric Glamour. Probably it’s not about our country’s newest campaign combatant, The People’s Pitbull tricked out for war with Russia in lipstick and patent leather, but who knows or has the capacity to care anymore?
It was led by news that the Japanese spectacle frame suppliers for the naughty librarian’s look, are back-ordered, and followed by sex-drugs-and-corruption among the ethically challenged Bush administration’s Big Oil um, drill-me-here, drill-me-now female regulators (is that sexist to mention?):
. . .revelations of rumpy-pumpy may finally inspire a real shake-up. . .It all gives a whole new meaning to getting screwed by the oil industry.
Revelations of rumpy-pumpy?
Which side deserves credit or blame for “election protection” in Ohio?
Just grab a few words for a headline and you’re exhausted . . .
And absent adrenal glands in perpetual hyperdrive like yours and mine — fight-flight, fight-flight, FIGHT-FLIGHT!!!! — who could believe anything we’d truthfully write, anyway?
Is this the Republicans’ secret master plan for renewable domestic energy? Adrenaline?
It’s certainly cheap!
And yeah, we do “actually” control it ourselves, no need to depend on foreign powers to generate it.
Its potential to animate America appears to be unlimited.
But calling the end result “clean” is just going too far, a bridge to nowhere. . .