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        Friday, January 12, 2007

    Wasn't It Just Monday...

    ...a minute ago? Damn...

    I hear clatteration from below. The wife is abroad in the land...with tools. Fear her. I know the fish do...

    Son? Photos developed today, picked up, and being boxed, with extraneous goodies, including those financial books you ordered, and some shortbread. Strictly from commercial, here's hoping it doesn't arrive as flour. If you want anything specific, let me know this weekend, so I can add it. I'll likely not make the post office til Monday or so. You know me.
    Maybe Wendy can give me some tips, and your correct address (hint hint).

    Saw a vid today of some rag-fucks shooting off 'chemical' missiles at a base near you today. Went and Google-Earthed, and you seem to be far enough away from the target.
    A phone call would be nice, and if you see people start to choke, and/or fall down around you, hold your breath and haul ass in the other direction.

    I thank God every day that these ragheads are such incompetent motherfuckers. Persistent? Oh, fuck yeah, and therein lies the danger. Sooner or later, a determined retard with a rusty butter knife is going to give you a nasty cut, if you don't clock him over the head with a skillet first.

    Good thing GW is sending Condi Rice over there. That's just what we need to settle down the Dervish, an expert on the FORMER! Soviet Union, who can play the piano well, and wears go-go boots. And has freckles, and camel-teeth.

    I am SO relieved.

    Hey, I have an idea! Let's make her President!

    Not.

    So, they hung one of Saddam's many doubles, and the real Saddam is either betiding his woe in some hellhole somewhere, being given impromptu lessons in the application of electricity and mind-altering drugs, or he's on a veranda at some villa somewhere, and Karl Rove is pouring him champagne and giving him a friendly noogie, as he chuckles and says "Oh, Saddam, were you Punk'd, or what? And thanks for all the loot, dude, W's brother is an idiot, and is gonna need all of the help in the next election that your money and I can give him..."

    Fukkit. Doesn't matter. The vainglory's of men. All that is left of the Great Pharaohs is whatever junk that thieves missed, and dry bones. And dead cats, so that's something...

    I hear there is a football game coming up. I'll tape it, and fast forward through it to the ads.

    I shall eagerly peruse the news this weekend for all of the Arab-initiated terror that is not happening in America, nearly everywhere you look.
    We are treading water in a tank full of circling dorsal fins, and they are telling us not to worry, they are only playful porpoises.


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