Yo MeanDonna I was going to put the word thingy and the wait for confirmation on this post, but it is Sunday and all. You people (i love that separation) make me laft, laugh, chuckle, guffaw. Walking Man makes me realize I don't know shit, IntelliWench says other wise. PENolan is with Walkin'Man. Harlequin has ridden on the bus and knows who to keep away from whom. The Peach Tart just takes it all in for later use. Mr. Charleston says I was just looking for a place to kick back for a while. JadedWhatsit says HUH??? The Quite Life says How did i get on the list?
Not only are there, mean spirited, news people, who are workin' the current president for ratings, there are mean spirited people, in the military of this great county.
Fort Hood, Texas where the youth of this great country are 'deployed' to die or come back lame at, at fuckin', best. And George W. Bush is on the motivational circuit. About how to make money in a crisis.
I just have to cry. In shame and despair. I was spared that horror, and now A fucking hospital , in Fucking- Bring Them On- Texan, AfuckingMerica was Attacked by A whack job who, WHO, fucking worked on the fuckin' base. Fuck me to Tears.
This hatred has to stop, among my countrymen.
Now some person with tits, is going to rant that I called them, Ahummmmmm "countrymen" and not countrywomen. Jesus, I give up, Uncle, you win, we all have a chest that can be destroyed by a GOD DAMNED LEAD BULLIT, I DON'T CARE WHO YOU BUY IT FROM.
(but I digress)
Just, fucking let the fucking NRA get the civilian guns off the fucking, military bases.
Just how many rounds did that whack job fire?
Yeah, sell more bullets just like the Talking Heads say.
I'm going to hush now.
Say a prayer for the dead. The fucking shooter is still alive. The cops aim and have gun control.
GodDamnIt to Hell.
On a lighter note go see JadedJ's site with Tom Waits. (I ripped him off)
Oh the poor old dirt farmer, he's lost lost all his corn and now where's the money to pay off his loan? he lost all his corn cant pay off his loan he lost all his corn. well the poor old dirt farmer, he only grows stones. he grows then on down till they big enough to roll. he rolls them on down to the tax man in town. ya, he rolls them on down now the poor old dirt farmer he's left all alone. his wife and his child renthey've packed up and gone. packed up and gone he's left all alone they've packed up and gone well the poor old dirt farmer how bad he must feel. he fell off his tractor up under the wheel. and now his head is shaped like a tread but he aint quite dead. well the poor old dirt farmer he cant grow no corn. he cant grow no corn cause he aint got a loan. he aint got no loan cant grow no corn he aint got no loan