Friday follies: my man's letter to Slate, the art of Mark Bryan, and a farewell to Lou Rawls
Watching with amusement as the world of Jack Abramoff blows up in his face, I can't help but wonder who the hell told him to show up for court in that Inspector Gadget get-up the other day? Did his wife help him get dressed that morning? If so, she should be ashamed, so very ashamed.
All roads lead to Tom DeLay, though. And this is getting good, good, good.
Meanwhile, check out my man's letter to Slate:
Can't someone dig up a hooker or congressional intern that provided sexual favors for Abramoff and Co.'s clients so we can elevate this to a potentially impeachable offense for somebody? We all know that legislative favors for money or trips or golf is just "politics." But add a little sex, and we can get Pat Robertson to give us a nice judgment from your favorite Deity as to why this is really a serious and death penalty case.
Dead and maimed soldiers and Iraqis, billions of dollars wasted on domestic security that provides none, grand scale domestic spying, no weapons of mass destruction, hundreds of millions of dollars in bribes and on and on and on and no sex? We need a real scandal here, so please, find some female or male lapsitter that gave it up for the Dubya's cause so we can find some justice and watch 'em swing.
Bless.
Maybe artist Mark Bryan will be inspired by all this and produce even more brilliance. If his work doesn't put the smile on your face and a joyful song in your heart, then I don't know what will.
On a sadder note, the silky-piped crooner Lou Rawls passed away from his lengthy battle with cancer today in Los Angeles, at the age of 72. God bless ya, Lou. We'll definitely never find another voice like yours...
All roads lead to Tom DeLay, though. And this is getting good, good, good.
Meanwhile, check out my man's letter to Slate:
Can't someone dig up a hooker or congressional intern that provided sexual favors for Abramoff and Co.'s clients so we can elevate this to a potentially impeachable offense for somebody? We all know that legislative favors for money or trips or golf is just "politics." But add a little sex, and we can get Pat Robertson to give us a nice judgment from your favorite Deity as to why this is really a serious and death penalty case.
Dead and maimed soldiers and Iraqis, billions of dollars wasted on domestic security that provides none, grand scale domestic spying, no weapons of mass destruction, hundreds of millions of dollars in bribes and on and on and on and no sex? We need a real scandal here, so please, find some female or male lapsitter that gave it up for the Dubya's cause so we can find some justice and watch 'em swing.
Bless.
Maybe artist Mark Bryan will be inspired by all this and produce even more brilliance. If his work doesn't put the smile on your face and a joyful song in your heart, then I don't know what will.
On a sadder note, the silky-piped crooner Lou Rawls passed away from his lengthy battle with cancer today in Los Angeles, at the age of 72. God bless ya, Lou. We'll definitely never find another voice like yours...
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