One day on my ventures, following the road that I think Roy used, I saw a braying ass in a field with a broken fence. He was standing in a rotting pile of dead thing, and every kind of animal stood around and listened as he brayed. Sometimes he leaned down to eat a mouthful […]
“White here…. No, they have to be scratch and sniff. Can you make them or not? Look, I’ll call you back. Hi! Can I help you?” “I need a fence a turney.” “You need…” “A fence a turney. The dark voice said you would help me.” “I… uh….”
I am on the run. I have had a lot of ventures. I will tell you a truth of my ventures. One day I saw a farm that had no fence. I saw sheep and long neck sheep and goats and geese. In a corner of the farm was a tin tub up side down […]
Talking around the edges of what's classified is all the rage these days. See, for example, the commercial for the NSA that ran on 60 minutes tonight. In that vein, a former employee of Tailored Access Ops explains (within Info Assurance guidelines) what he did at the NSA and why he's ok with it. Insufficiently discussed […]
So it turns out that disgraced former mayor of San Diego, Bob Filner, has owned up to some small portion of his odious malefaction. What better time to revive The Ballad of Sweet Old Bob?
When we elected Sweet Old Bob to represent our city, He said he'd never take a bribe nor tap into the kitty. We misconstrued, he turned out lewd, and isn't it a pity That now we're screwed because his "private conduct" has been shoddy. His platform failed to mention groping, feeling, copping, kissing. I'm pretty […]
"The past several weeks have made one thing crystal-clear: our country faces unmitigated disaster if the other side wins." H. L. Mencken knew the score: "Under democracy one party always devotes its chief energies to trying to prove that the other party is unfit to rule—and both commonly succeed, and are right."
(Context is, of course, l'affaire Akin.)
"Sing to me, David, of clown shoes and a man…." OK. If you insist….