I really did have an awesome article planned for today about Michael Steele folding like a patio chair when faced with the wrath of Rush Limbaugh, and good, decent, reasonable conservatives like David Frum trying to wrestle control of their movement away from shrill bullies like Limbaugh and Mark Levin . . . but I had to write a mid-term paper, so there was no time. I know, excuses, excuses. So I will try to have that up tomorrow or sometime this weekend, because it is something I need to get off my chest.
And anyway, how can you not love political commentary from a guy whose reliance on profanity is referenced in the title of his fucking blog? (Answer: There is no way you cannot love that.)
But what about something for today . . . well, luckily for all of you, I have been writing shitty, theoretically humorous poetry lately, and one of those would fit under this paragraph just fine, I think. Let us see:
Hope It Never Happens, But Don’t Blink If It Does At some point your survival may
come down to whether or not you are willing
to force young girls into prostitution.
The only advice I can give you,
should that day ever come, is try to pick
and be as discriminating about your clientele
as you can afford to be.