can we talk?
This evening was the first in about six months that one could sit outside in the evening, and not melt into a mosquito-dappled puddle of sweat. The other season hasn't kicked in yet -- the sky is still too waterlogged, too thundersome, too rich in escapades of heat lightning to be a sky of anything but summer. But as the poet said, the first drumbeat of autumn . . .
Meyer used a lewd term to describe the sex acts that prompted the Clinton scandal. It was the profanity, according to event organizers, that prompted them to cut off his microphone. $ via #
In honor of the profanity that according to event organizers that prompted them to cut off his, etc., one of the collected works of Nicholas Wind:
Fuck the State of the Union
President Bush Shoved a Shitload of Lies in our Face Last TuesdayGetty Images
Sweet baby Jesus, you call that the fucking State of the Union? Please. George Lucas writes better monologues for Jar-Jar Binks. You didn’t really think we were going to be sucked in by that load of crap, did you? Try this on for size: the real state of our little union is a mind-bending clusterfuck that would make Ron Jeremy chafe.
Sorry, was that a little too direct for you? You were hoping to conduct politics in a more . . . civil tone? Fuck you. We’re not complete morons out here, you know. We didn’t miss the fact that your minions outed a CIA agent out of spite, or started rumors that McCain had fathered an illegitimate black child, or said that Democrats’ response to 9/11 was to find Al Qaeda a good therapist. And that’s just Karl Rove. How about that Dick you work for telling a senator to go fuck himself right there in the halls of Congress? Tell you what, we’ll put down our guns when you put down yours. Until then, you can stick your civil tone right up your Turd Blossom.