— 19 July 2004 —
Nothing better than a little bit of political satire to top off a rather unfortunate day (I locked my keys in the car to the tune of 37$, and that whole hair and cookie thing).
Pay special attention to the final paragraph and wonder, if I may prompt you to do so, just what in the hell kind of world we live in where you can say “son of a bitch” on TV, but apparently you cannot say “crap” on AM radio.
Here’s a thought: Put a dollar jar on the clerks’ desk and by this time next year our budget problems will be a thing of the past and Senators can enjoy the time honored tradition of putting in a benjamin and letting loose with room to spare. “Mr President, I yield myself the balance of epithets as I may so require.”