I love how the press tells us that Miserable Failure is only experiencing run of the mill "second term blues". That is seriously bat guano talk.
The Cheney Administration has fouled the nest for our country once and for all. My advice to our beleaguered educational system; start learning them young'uns Mandarin right quick. That way, The Transition won't be so hard once the offical langauge changes.
But while we're still speaking the English, let's savor the fine words of Mr. Tom Waits at his raunchy, bluesy and organ grinding best...
A Good Man is Hard to Find
I always play Russian Roulette in my head
It's seventeen black and twenty-nine red
How far from the gutter
How far from the pew
I'll always remember to forget about you
A good man is hard to find
Won't let strangers sleep in my bed
And my favorite words are good-bye
And my favorite color is red
A long dead soldier looks out from the frame
No one remembers his war
no one remembers his name
Go out to the meadow
Scare off all the crows
It does nothing but rain here
And nothing will grow
A good man is hard to find
Won't let strangers sleep in my bed
And my favorite words are good-bye
And my favorite color is red
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