take me back to the good ol' days when our greatest embarrassment was jackass Bubba, once again getting his "chicken jerked" in the Oval(wink, wink) office?

now the pain felt as we watch our current fearless leader(the guy that LOOKS like Bubba the Chimp)grimace his way through one tragic slip of tongue after another(wait, maybe that WAS the same problem we had with Bubba, 'cept the slipping tongue was not his own)....

is it possible to demand the same thing over and over, and over again from your best friend who is obviously drunk(with power--and 3 billion in USA Prime Greenbacks), without looking like some impotent punk trying to wrestle away the car keys after a Major kegger at Dick's place?

maybe it's time to finally get to steppin' and slap the shit out of your drunkass buddy already, take the keys back from his bloodstained hands, and get set for a steady stream of embarrassing, morning-after phone calls to all the people you went and humiliated, disrespected and ultimately took advantage of the night before.
just a question.

oh, yeah--anyone hear about a lil nation that happens to be the 4th largest earthly provider of crude oil exports, you know--Venezuela? and it's military takeover of it's presidential palace the other day (with the apparent blessing of the US of A), with a wealthy oil man behind the wheel of this military/oil tycoon coup? i suppose it is simply a grand coincedence that this oil man favors much larger sales of the Death Tar to Uncle Sam than was previously supported by the now ex-President Chavez. seems he didn't much care for our kind, and as we ALL know--this simply can't be.

YOU MUST LIKE US, YOU MUST LIKE US, or you will be destroyed by our all-encompassing umbrella of Democractic empirialism.
can you say CHILE 1973?
just a thought.

TAKE ME TO A HAPPY PLACE...TAKE ME TO A HAPPY PLACE...TAKE ME TO A HAPPY PLACE...TAKE ME TO A HAPPY PLACE...TAKE ME TO A HAPPY PLACE...TAKE ME TO A HAPPY PLACE...TAKE ME TO A HAPPY PLACE...TAKE ME TO A HAPPY PLACE...

until the next time i'm bored enough to write to no one, again--it's your trusty, dusty, angry young man. over and out.
posted by angry young man at Saturday, April 13, 2002