Maybe it’s the “mild heart attack” of Attorney Whittington down in Texas. Maybe it’s the dull throbbing ache of many a painful VD of February 14’s past (like ghosts of Christmas past, but with more crying). Or maybe it’s the frightful level of domesticity I have achieved with M.
I dunno.
But, honestly, I just can’t get juiced for the Hallmark of hearts and flowers. Sure, we had dinner. And, I tried to accuse him of flirting with the waitress to add a little spark to the night. All in all, though, we’re talking Tuesday in February. What’s so fucking sloppy kissed wonderful about that?
By the way, and completely unrelated, the evilest, darkest, wickedest, fucked upped part of my soul is kind of hoping Cheney inadvertently croaks the guy. I know, I suck, wishing something like that on a guy who ain’t done nothing against me but be a Republican Texas lawyer. But, still and all, if’n it’s manslaughter, even this fucked, Teflon-sliding bunch of humps in the current Executive Branch Administration might have to face some music. Fucking A, I mean, perjury, influence peddling and assorted other flavors of malfeasance don’t stick. Maybe a chilling body might.
I don’t want to want it happen but I can’t help myself. Perhaps it would trigger some cathartic change much like the other Grinch had. Perhaps he would see how truly evil he had become and he and Chuck Colson would shack up together, kissing and praying the night away.
Perhaps.
another dead lawyer
well its a start i suppose
they rank up there with estate agents used car salesmen and pond slime
and whilst we are on it can you nip round and ask GW to employ our Tone y Blur as it looks likly he wont have a job soon oh sorry he already does
dave
http://www.7deadlysinners.typepad.com/
check out the stud of magnificent proportions
As a pacifist/coward I can honestly tell you that I want this guy dead.
Kind of funny when the animal wins. Generally the odds are with the hunter, so I welcome any chance for the animal to win over the rich, white, gun toting, non-permit holding, SUV driving supremicist.
I find hunting accidents hysterical.(except when they happen to kids. That’s sad because they we’re trained by their Deb moms and white bread dads.) But enough of the sad stuff. Those kids we’re just going to grow up assholes anyway, eh?
A 78 year old Republican Texas lawyer gets shot by
the Vice President….. Now that’s fucking comedy! Yuk, yuk,yuk. Larf,larf.
BTW, I’m waiting for a valentine card that simply reads, “because they told me to.” Because that’s all this useless day is about, isn’t it? What woman appreciates her man remembering her on valentine’s day? How hard is that? Does it make up for the other 364 when he doesn’t know from romance?
Remembering? (here’s a great opportunity to use a mock Seinfeld voice and annoy those around you)
“If I RE membered, then it stands to reason that at some point, I must have membered in the first place. Hence the phrase…member.
Hey Joey, member when we drove that Monte Carlo to her house?
No I don’t RE member.”
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I’m so proud that my little ramblings have brought together a band of folks willing to rally around one cause — dead old republicans.