Tuesday, December 07, 2004
resume the ranting
Domestic tranquility aside. . .
While I remain impressed with their abilities to convince the masses that 2 + 2 = 5, the sheer hubris, audacity and just plain balls of the current regime never cease to amaze me.
Today's example:
". . . free people will never choose their own enslavement"
- said the Kettle to the Pot.
Not to sound like Lil' John, but "What?"
Now don'go worryin' your pretty lil' head none 'bout things like Patriot I and Patriot II or the FCC.
So, just when I was all about worked up into quite the tizzy at the arrogant deceitful hypocritical self-serving egostistical bastards who believe a two percent margin of victory in an election amounts to some huge mandate from the masses to continue the downward slide towards the so-called "right". . . Fuck them!
I unexpectedly paused and had a moment of quiet clarity.
And in the moment of zen-like calm, that moment of an almost transcendent sense of simaltaneous nothingness and everything, a single thought broke the silence like a chime suddenly stirring on the slight breeze of a steamy and still summer afternoon. . .
"It's the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man."
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While I remain impressed with their abilities to convince the masses that 2 + 2 = 5, the sheer hubris, audacity and just plain balls of the current regime never cease to amaze me.
Today's example:
". . . free people will never choose their own enslavement"
- said the Kettle to the Pot.
Not to sound like Lil' John, but "What?"
Now don'go worryin' your pretty lil' head none 'bout things like Patriot I and Patriot II or the FCC.
So, just when I was all about worked up into quite the tizzy at the arrogant deceitful hypocritical self-serving egostistical bastards who believe a two percent margin of victory in an election amounts to some huge mandate from the masses to continue the downward slide towards the so-called "right". . . Fuck them!
I unexpectedly paused and had a moment of quiet clarity.
And in the moment of zen-like calm, that moment of an almost transcendent sense of simaltaneous nothingness and everything, a single thought broke the silence like a chime suddenly stirring on the slight breeze of a steamy and still summer afternoon. . .
"It's the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man."
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