22 Aug 2008
reactionry
Neil Before Me
Or: A Kinnock Off The Old Chock-A-Block
Or: "A Man, A Plan, A Trepan", Iraq & Iran
Or: Losing My Nomination
Dear NER:
Just bidin' my time, the thought occurs that I'm the first of a thousand generation of village smithies and idiots who had the opportunity (a commodius venture not taken) to read Ulysses. Yep, that's me with the coroner, losing my religion, hoping to plow the "rotten pork chops" (shovel tip to Daryl Pimple and Solomon) of Molly Ringwald when the aging brat finally packs it in. And remembering fondly the Molly Maguires and cursing the Black & Tans and not quite sure what to make of the Sunni militia's Black & Decker drill sergeants performing trephination on the unprotected wild Shia (whose own death squads prefer burning civilian Sunni alive).
"Molly Bloom"? Obama might as well select the corpse of Mother Bloor.
Oh no, I've said too much.
Worst of Times, Best of Candidates,
Joe "Stroke-Slow" Biden
