I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Linkee-poo update on the Gingrich implosion

Wow, drama much? Seriously, Rick Tyler, Mr. Gingrich's press secretary, save that purple prose for your novel.

Also, this is a perfect example of the rampant Persecution Complex of the right. Really people. Get over yourselves. Go back to the "Rubber/Glue" arguments. Those, at least, weren't so mockable.

But, hey, thanks for my first Gingrich for President bumpersticker.

Newt Gingrich, Drama Queen for President.

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