So if you've been living under a rock, a team of 12 Navy SEALs found and killed Osama Bin Laden. Barack Obama followed it up with a speech that can only be described as a political masterwork. On the one hand, my red-white-and-blue hard-on is raging massive like God right now. Yes, celebrating the death of a human is bad (or so the hippies tell me.) I felt a twinge of pride that justice had been served. If that makes me a bad person, so be it. I think the fact that I litter my front yard with land-mines makes me a far worse person, but whatever.
The bad news is that I don't have much left to talk about. The election's over, Obama's won it. Donald Trump would have to shit a little of star-spangled kittens that meow "God Bless America" in perfect harmony in order to put a dent in the margins. Talk amongst yourselves, my darling little acid dreams. Think back on these past ten years. For at least a little while, I'll be lurking in the shadows, watching carefully for something new to pounce on.
Tambour
Monday, May 2, 2011
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