Feb 23, 2004 23:53
Every politician I know of has a sore stick up their ass. These sticks have different edges and ridges. Gun control. AIDS in Africa. Death penalty. WMDs. Abortion. IDP. War. It doesn't have a place to start and worse off, there's no place or potential for any of it to end. Like a tumour it metastisises and becomes labelled the inevitable incurable. Get rich or die trying. Nothing ever changes. More than a wee bit of an annoyance.
I love driving like a maniac every once in awhile, getting the fucking hell expressions and fingers. Takes two bad drivers to tango, one to steal the show. I've given and received the finger which I hear is now classified as a medium form of road rage. I don't take cabs or taxis. I don't have my own personal chauffeur to cart me from place to place. Often you can find me driving my minivan. When I'm home you can find me picking up the wee ones from school. Drive like a slow maniac instead of driving like a fast maniac, it might keep you from getting a speeding ticket.
Broken records. Chances hanging, going, repetitive. Safety belts never guarantee just that and refusal to embrace change and confront it head on is never assurance, never confirmation, never a lock.