I was going to update, but...
I needed to have a whisky first.
Line up them bottles!
Alright, ah, ah, ahhhh, yeah, okay. Wait, gotta stretch my leeeeeegggs.
Okay, gentlemen (for I know only gentlemen read this site [not to say that it is a Gentlemen Only establishment], and, in fact, I could name the few readers right here, but I will protect their identities by using only their initials on either side of made-up nicknames: S. "Left Foot" R., J. "Other Left Foot" S., and perhaps occasionally L. "Donny Osmond's Teat" S.), I know you're all expecting words of encouragement and consolation here in the wake of the worst political disaster, nay, worst disaster of any kind, to face our civilization in our lifetime.
(Aside: Yes, George, I am referring to you. Don't take it personally, though, I know you could probably dance up to me and get me all aroused and forget about the past four years, but until that day, George, I'm not going to be your pal.)
I have no words except wear, leaf, shirt, poke, firebrand, polo, appleseed, toothache, dachsund, yellow, and Steve. Feel better? No, seriously, let us not be discouraged but instead GALVANIZED against the religious right and do whatever we can to figure out how Democrats and other sane people can get stupid poor and middle class jehovahnuts outside the urban core to vote for them.
Sound like a plan?
Um, other than that, I got nothing. Need to get back in the habit of this blogging thing.
This drinking thing, though, I got covered.
Line up them bottles!
Alright, ah, ah, ahhhh, yeah, okay. Wait, gotta stretch my leeeeeegggs.
Okay, gentlemen (for I know only gentlemen read this site [not to say that it is a Gentlemen Only establishment], and, in fact, I could name the few readers right here, but I will protect their identities by using only their initials on either side of made-up nicknames: S. "Left Foot" R., J. "Other Left Foot" S., and perhaps occasionally L. "Donny Osmond's Teat" S.), I know you're all expecting words of encouragement and consolation here in the wake of the worst political disaster, nay, worst disaster of any kind, to face our civilization in our lifetime.
(Aside: Yes, George, I am referring to you. Don't take it personally, though, I know you could probably dance up to me and get me all aroused and forget about the past four years, but until that day, George, I'm not going to be your pal.)
I have no words except wear, leaf, shirt, poke, firebrand, polo, appleseed, toothache, dachsund, yellow, and Steve. Feel better? No, seriously, let us not be discouraged but instead GALVANIZED against the religious right and do whatever we can to figure out how Democrats and other sane people can get stupid poor and middle class jehovahnuts outside the urban core to vote for them.
Sound like a plan?
Um, other than that, I got nothing. Need to get back in the habit of this blogging thing.
This drinking thing, though, I got covered.