a description of the amazing and exciting adventures i have here in baltimore--- and other lies.

 
As the "President" of the US and George W. gave testimony today, I could not help but think of what Bill Hicks had to say about how W's Poppie gave Saddam all those weapons, which were never used by al-Qaida against us.


take it, Bill:


"I'm so sick of arming the world, then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries, then we go and blow the shit out of them. We're like the bullies of the world, y'know. We're like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheepherder's feet.

"Pick it up."

"I don't wanna pick it up, Mister, you'll shoot me."

"Pick up the gun."

"Mister, I don't want no trouble. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don't even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain't looking for no trouble, Mister."

"Pick up the gun."

(He picks it up. Three shots ring out.)

"You all saw him - he had a gun."


posted by gregorio at 9:01 PM

 
Another one of the things I have learned is: if someone calls you "buddy," "pal", "Captain," or "Rock star" that they don't mean it.

When they call you "idiot," though, they usually do.
posted by gregorio at 9:17 PM

 
Acording to his tax return, which he filed today,Dick Cheney was paid 140,000 us dollars by Halliburton in 2003. We presume he paid whatever monies owed.

We still have one question, though:

When will someone make him pay for his crimes?
posted by gregorio at 8:22 PM

 
Beware the ides of April, as they are two days before a taxing time.
posted by gregorio at 6:43 PM

 
Well, we are still here, even though loyal readers will remember dire predictions to the contrary (scroll bottom).

I guess this means we can all carry on living in sin, voting Democrat and opposing the war, as God is not pissed off enough at us to call the earth quits.

Dammit.
posted by gregorio at 5:32 PM

 
As I reflect upon it, the fork in the road of life was, for me, in the summer of 1994, where I chose to stay in my apartment when George LeBron moved out.
posted by gregorio at 8:54 PM