The Talking Lion

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Yeah, so yeah...

I feel really unoriginal right now, and I need to deal with that, fella.

So in the meantime read this excellent post by Greg Saunders of Talent Show:
This isn't a partisan game and it's not funny. Treating the indictments of government officials like a holiday is pretty childish coming from a left-wing so politically neutered that we have to rely on a grand jury to score political points for us. So wipe that smile off your face. George W. Bush is going to be President for the next three years. The next chance the Democrats have to regain the Senate and the House is more than a year away, but despite every Republican misstep that's happened lately, it's still doubtful that Democrats will be able to get their shit together well enough to swing either body. You want to celebrate? Try winning an election first. Just because your opponent fell doesn't mean you knocked him down.

You say "schadenfreude", I say "fucking embarrassment".


And I would be lying if I said that I don't feel waves of jubilance. But it's more than schadenfreude, it's a sense of relief that parts of the system seem to be working after 5 years of them not. Its nice, I hope it continues until a few old white men are in jail.


Yeah this isn't much of a post. Baby steps, ya'll.


I just said ya'll, wtf.

1 Comments:

  • Dear Arun:

    Headies are great. Beasters are the afterhours funeral incense of the middle-class, a species most unfit for the distinguishing stoner. I find that the best weed is smoked all at once, without any stopping for drink-breaks or cinema-stumbles. By the way, is "Arun" Egyptian? Have you ever fancied hotboxing a Pyramid, feeling the dry salty dust of embalmed creature waft into your high face, filling your lungs with royal refuse, all decked out in atomic fashion while it fashionably awaits inevitable heat death with the rest of everything - AND I MEAN EVERYTHING! STONER AND T.A.! I doubt even the UHC could shield Doc Stewart from the Highocracy, the rule that is most gnarly from he who is most ensmoked. Praise to he who is highest, for he shall say the most fucked up shit for our jaded academic amusement. Perhaps later we can all get together and shit in our pants and then prepare a traditional American RV rest-stop breakfast buffet (Matt Wein will hook us up with the Sterno dont worry, man). And it would certainly make a great forum to discuss the pant-shitting. Yeah. And you know what else? Pie in ya muddafuggin face yoo dirty ***hole! PIE IN YOUR GODAMMD FACE

    By Blogger sausage sommelier, at Thursday, 27 October, 2005  

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