The Big Green House

Friday, March 21, 2003

 

My therapy, your monitor

Why do I have a really bad feeling about this? There�s some genuine potential for ugliness there.

OK, alright. You didn�t come here for war updates. I know this. And I�m not a retired four-star general, a military analyst, or a foaming-at-the-mouth, blinded-by-hubris, neo-con �pundit� hack cumming in his shorts over the supposed end of the UN� oops, sorry, that slipped out. The point I was going to make is that you don�t want to hear my views on current affairs any more than I really want to type them up. I don�t have anything new to say about� well, anything, really. I�d just as soon get back to blathering on about records, booze, and food; I have no insights there, either, but at least I�m on familiar turf.

On the other hand, it�s really difficult to focus on that kind of stuff right now. And besides, if I were writing for an audience I�d sure as hell be broken-hearted by now �cause there ain�t but five or six of you that stop by and read this tripe anyway. Stuff shows up here because I can�t get it out of my head, for one reason or another. So if I feel the need to run off at the mouth and call the alleged leader of the free world a smug, simple-minded frat boy with delusions of competence who couldn�t pour piss out of a boot with the directions printed on the heel and his entire cabinet cheering him on, it�ll be done here. (And now I�m gonna be having nightmares about Rumsfeld in a cheerleader outfit.) It won�t solve anything, and it certainly won�t provide any revelations for anyone, but perhaps it will stop the bile rising in my throat long enough to get me through another day.

bmarkey 3/21/2003 07:45:00 PM