My Brain Is Hurting

There's lots to read and digest as I awaiting the coming apocalypse, zombie or otherwise. The Congress is going mad, passing out money to various and sundry groups like they actually have some to give. Obama is picking an all-star staff of ignuts to fill his cabinet, and looks to be in the process of cementing the worst policy trends of both the Bush and Clinton administrations in the process. Corruption and dynastic politics runs rampant as senatorial replacements are contemplated. I could comment substantively, but my head already hurts today. I'm thinking of standing on a street corner wearing an End Is Nigh sign, but that won't pay the bills.

Fuck it, here's some random nonsense percolating though my head.

I'm sure she's a very nice lady, but "Christy Chesterton" just sounds like a stripper or a porn star name. I think it's the alliteration and the chest reference.


Vilsack as Ag Secretary? Forget about ever getting rid of corn/ethanol subsidies.

Somebody pull back and nuke the Kennedy compound from orbit. It's the only way to be sure we never get another one of those people in public office again.

I want a bailout. I pay my bills on time and I have no great problems, but I'm sure, if you give me a few minutes, I can come up with a reason why I deserve great huge piles of cash forcefully extracted from my neighbors and funneled through a bunch of dipshits in Washington. So far the compelling rationale seems to be "Life is hard! We made bad decisions! Give us money!" Apparently trying not to become the poster child for consumer bankruptcy was a poor decision, as it doesn't allow me to sponge off the rest of you saps.

Bar food at home. Eat up, and have a drink while you're at it.

LaRouchies were out at the last gun show I attended. I'm not sure why they think a gun show is a good place to recruit.

Meh. I'm out.

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