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Thursday, January 16, 2003
A call to arms
I�ve been thinking. (This is where you say, �I thought I smelled something burning�. Then I hit you with my hat. Oh, if only life were more like vaudeville! True, it would be a more violent world, but no one would actually get hurt. Arguments would be settled with seltzer bottles rather than guns, Congress would be arguing over the right to carry a concealed rubber chicken, and Bush would be accusing Iraq of stockpiling cream pies. He�d probably have wittier dialogue, anyway. And so would we all. I want snappy patter! If we�re going to have to live in times like these, we should at least get better writing, don�t you think?)
Um, what was I saying?
bmarkey 1/16/2003 06:32:00 PM