In my last post, I stated that the R.M.S. Titanic sunk in 1917...fuck me, I was wrong! I meant 1912, but in my defense, 1917 and 1912 look a lot alike, and, in my grandmother's cursive handwriting, they are the same. How she writes cursive, clearly, it's because she's old and lazy. A straight line with a bump in it equals, "I went to a hair appointment; there's pot roast in the fridge."
I also related that Martin Scorcese's masterpiece (best movie - whatever) was Good Fellas. Wrong again, Joe - oh Sarah Palin, you dumb ballsy-bimbo of the Republican party - excuse me, I was wrong stating Good Fellas was his best picture because I completely left out Raging Bull, the better picture compared to Good Fellas. Both are extraordinary, but Raging Bull is truly a masterpiece.
Does anybody else think Sarah Palin is the kind of person who would start shrieking uncontrollably if put in a really compromising and high-stressed situation? She already shakes during her interviews, and it almost seems like she's collecting all her inner strength to suppress herself if tempers flair in a debate/ice cream shoppe/supermarket self-checkout when the credit card machine won't scan her American Express. Just let it out, Sarah. Scream fuck you! at a defenseless animal who wet on the carpet; Joe Biden needs to be called a big nippled, old shit from time-to-time. He deserves it - in fact, while he was smirking like a jackass during the vice-presidential debates, you should have whipped a Duracel battery at his behemoth five-head. I wanted to! He thinks he's soo clever for naming his son Beau?! So smug! Beau and Joe Biden - HEY! Well I'll be a son of a bitch, that rhymes! THAT'S SOO FUCKING CLEVER!!! How in the hell did you come up with that one, Joe?
I think Sarah Palin should start carrying around a massive ruler, or maybe a riding crop. When somebody gets out of line - maybe reports that she abused her power as Governor, grills/reams her like Charlie Gibson did - she can slap that down on a hard surface and yell, "THAT'S ENOUGH!" I would have a chubby for weeks! What does that even mean, any ways? Pssh! Abuse of power; we had eight years of abused power in the highest position in government; Sarah Palin abused her power as Governor...in Alaska...oh dear! If the McCain ticket wins the election, her brim ass will rest comfortably in the awkward, bulbous ass indention left behind by Dick Cheney in his old leather seat. She can gawk at Cheney's claw marks on the edges of his desk where he used to perch and take his meals - some bloodied animal carcass - and be shocked at finding the remnants of egg shells where Dick Cheney birthed Karl Rove. As far as corruption in a state office goes, hers wasn't the first and won't be the last, and, not as I see it, but as the media and especially those who would reside over the case surely will see it, it's not severe enough for prosecution. But for the love of God, keep your hair down, Sarah...could you show some cleavage as well? What are your views on fish-nets? How about candy-apple red nail polish, and undoing two top buttons on your blouse? I like boots...
I wish I would've written this post when the Charles Gibson interview with Palin was fresh in our minds, but I was working, so, you know...shit.
If auto racing would do something other than just have challenges where cars go around on a circular track, or a straight line, then I could embrace the so-called sport. Rally racing is pretty badass, where two people, usually a navigator and driver, take up residence of a suped-up Lancer or Subaru and hit the off-road trails some place in another country. Dune-buggies hitting the dunes; now that's fun because who knows what bodily harm can and eventually will be done. That makes sense because people do stupid things. Here's a sport with cars I'd watch if it existed.
Welcome back from clicking the link! IF you haven't clicked the link, you hate the troops!
The link was of a video from the popular BBC programme "Top Gear" - it's a damn good show; I watch it just about every Monday night. Compared to NASCAR, it's more appealing as well as entertaining, plus the cars they use reserve gas (38+ mpg) and aren't emitting as harmful of toxins. I have a feeling soccer is probably the only game a car could play, unless you had car-chess, but that's just wasteful, and stupid IMO. I say, since the housing market is in such rough shape, and apparently Ed McMahon is having quite the pickle selling his mansion in Beverly Hills, we all take a couple Aygos and play a game of "Clue" in his home. Miss Scarlet, in the Conservatory, with a length of rope! SMASH! We just drove a fucking car in to Ed McMahon's library!
