tony blair

tony blair prepares for his trip to the us of fucken' a.....

how did falwell die

how did falwell die?




none of the stories i find on the glorious web give a cause of death,
some hint of prior heart disease, but we all know the man had no heart,
he likely had an extra gall bladder to produce all the bile he spewed,
a life of petty and mega hatred cloaked in the pompous guise of religion.



am i sad that he died?
should his supporters be sad that he croaked?
he preached that this was an evil world,
and that we should all soldier through to the next life,
where we will be rewarded for our deeds,
his supporters and fellow believers should be happy,
that he left all this crap behind to be with the angels,
i on the other hand don't believe,
and would rather that he'd suffered in this world,
'cause i don't think he's roasting in club med hades,
where his life should have landed him.

another

another great old building was bulldozed up the street from my office last month. i managed to get a few photos as the last pieces of two facades were left.

early morning

waking cheney blues

i woke this morning thinking that dick "dick" cheney had made an unannounced visit to the green zone in seattle (also known as magnolia) and that secular humanist insurgents had launched a mortar attack from the unoccupied industrial territory of interbay while cheney and prominent local republicans like governor-in-delusion rossi gorged on spotted owl pate but the explosions only broke a few china plates and crystal goblets.

epitaph

i don't know why, but i suddenly thought about what i might want for an epitaph. perhaps because of the run of luck we've been having this past month. anyway, it harkens back to how i spent sunday nights as a child: eating pancakes (crepes in the american parlance) with cinnamon sugar and lemon juice that my dad cooked, listening to the goon show.

"fine fine my good man"

that's all

white tie

the king of america hosts a white tie dinner for queen lilibet, the infant mortality rate in iraq is now the highest in the world, what would they do without us? kurt vonnegut is now dead, and so it goes.