TV is on and volume set low. I am bustling for beds and bedtimestories. The Chosen One drones in and out. Ovations. Boos? Did I overhear grumbles? The dems have balls now? "...fill jobs Americans will not take" - go Brown Revolution. Personal Accounts. 2018. 2027. 2033. If he says 2046, I will take a shot, I promise myself. He doesn't. "...ownership" - hey! I vote yes for that! "...culture of Life" -uh oh. Amendment! James Dobson in da hizzy! "...force of human freedom" - sounds sinister, if you put it that way. Saudi Arabia, Egypt: Lady Liberty is on the phone for you. "...to the Iranian people"? put on the coffee pot on 'cause we coming over. "...freedom from fear".
Serendipitously, the bedtime poem is by SÂ¬âˆ‘ndor WeÃ€Ãœres:
funny i watch the sotu in mute as well. much better that way.
i think that was the funnies political post you have ever written. BRAVO DARK ONE!
The poem disturbs me. It's probably supposed to. But I can't figure out why, which is also disturbing. There's something about the rhythm, in addition to the imagery... man, that's neat poetry.
What a freaky poem. Like Planet Of Apes...
Dobson in the hizzy... Yo, Sepoy, you crack me up.