Thu, 21 Sep 2006
17:46
For a change, I've been too immersed enjoying life to bitch about it here.
Still perfectly content in my blissful, self-imposed bubble. Except people
keep frickin' sending me political shit, which I just smile and do my best
to ignore.
Though every once in a while, I get something decent:
Now I just need to work the phrase 'rum-sodden, Popish whoremonger' into
casual conversation.
Dusting off the cobwebs
"What can one say of Obediah Phineous, except that he is plainly a rum-sodden
Popish whoremonger who would sell his mother's honor to a gang of Turkish
sailors? Foul as the gusts of hell may be, they compare not to the pestilential
stench that roils the air when his name is spoken horses faint, the very fish
of the deep float dead to the surface, and the tender nature of any decent
woman who hears the fearful name suffers a shock of such grievous force her
womb seizes up, and becomes like granite upon which no seed may root. Obediah
Phineous -- wrong for America, wrong for Christendom, possibly Spanish, and
wrong for the proposed Potomac Canal. Trade not thine soul for a vote! Elect
Cyrus `Ol' Honest Dredger' Derrick, or forever turn in shame from the trusting
gaze of children and dogs. (This message brought to you by the Potomac Canal
Route Businessmen's Association.)"
