Saturday, December 17, 2005
Out Of Hibernation
It has been one year since I emerged from the far end of the bar to sniff out what's going on in the cold, cruel world out there. The only change I can smell in the wind is that my own natural sense of fear and loathing of most things not related to straight Kentucky bourbon and grubs has spread across the land like an all enveloping smog. Rummy still cowers inside the Pentagon, just as he did on 9/11, but it seems that W. can't get that damn spot off of his hand.
As always, my one true fan had it right with her comment on last December's post.
As always, my one true fan had it right with her comment on last December's post.
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