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

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Saturday with one Linkee-poo

Overworked on the yard. I told my doctor when he asked if I exercise, I do yard work. It involves wheelbarrows, chain saws, weight lifting. Oh, and blood. If you're not bleeding by the end of yard work, you haven't been working hard enough. Bleeding from ears optional.

And speaking of bleeding from the ears, Dear Sarah Palin supporters, bullshit. Also, all this breast beating, and "oh, the media is so mean, and they should have vetted Obama the same way (because, you know, he's as crooked as the day is long, it's just the media loves him and never criticizes him, because if they had they would have discovered that he was, you know, a Kenyan born socialist sleeper Manchurian candidate). So, to Fox News, Limbaugh, and all the other whiners, here's the thing. Anybody can file a freedom of information request for records that qualify. Go fucking do it. Or shut up. I'm tired of it. Hey, even Maggie Thatcher can see through her. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

2 comments:

Nathan said...

But you've got to admit, "Media Colonoscopy" is a terrific line. (And a great name for a band!)

Steve Buchheit said...

Well, yes, there was that gem.