I wanted to add a couple of things to the post I posted yesterday (how many posts would a woodchuck post if a woodchuck could post posts?). I've seen this same story under a few different headlines that I thought were noteworthy:
1) The Blitz Massage - this is pretty good. I like that it makes use of the word 'blitz' which is german. Very clever.
2) The Love Attack - I like this one even more. Violent and swift, yet oddly...friendly. Almost welcome...but not really.
3) Bush's Magic Fingers - now this is my favorite. This doesn't even need comment from me. I wish that I had written this headline.
That's all I got.
I love hearing or telling a good story. So I plan to tell stories here. Some of them will be my stories, some of them will be stories that others have told me, and probably I'll end up telling stories that I heard somewhere out in the world. Some stuff might be humorous or uplifting. But I doubt it. Basic facts: I'm 53, a lesbian/mom/artist type person living in a large Midwestern city & generally feeling finer than frog hair.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
It will come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I am not a fan of GW, particularly. In fact, I'm kind of an anti-fan. I think he's a religious zealot and therefore a nut. And most of the time, I think he's a puppet, or a robot...he just doesn't seem very human to me. It seems like everything he says is scripted. I can barely stand to hear him talk.
But it turns out that I don't mind him talking so much if he's cussin'. He said 'shit' yesterday (at least, I read about it yesterday) and I found myself, almost, admiring him. For a second. Grudgingly. Then I gave myself a stern talking to and the moment passed.
Today, he's topped himself. You must go at once and have a look at this:Bush Grope I'm not sure what he was thinking, but apparently he was going to give an impromptu massage to a German Chancellor, Angela Merckel. She, very sensibly, recoils in horror.
At least he didn't vomit in her lap.
So my new theory is that he isn't a robot so much as he's a dork.
But it turns out that I don't mind him talking so much if he's cussin'. He said 'shit' yesterday (at least, I read about it yesterday) and I found myself, almost, admiring him. For a second. Grudgingly. Then I gave myself a stern talking to and the moment passed.
Today, he's topped himself. You must go at once and have a look at this:
At least he didn't vomit in her lap.
So my new theory is that he isn't a robot so much as he's a dork.
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