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May 08, 2008
M-E-T-H-O-D O-F H-A-T-E
I was going to spend a little time today falling victim to Sacki's Master Bait from yesterday. But then I realized that the Grand Master Baiter Sacki is just interested in Baiting (but in a Masterfully-done way) and not in solutions for America. If Sacki were interested in Solutions for America he'd stop his Wanking Woger routine and get with the program. But you see, folks, like Scott Stantis and John McCain, Sacki is completely out of touch. He's also out of time. And he spends his allotted space each week trying to get us out of our minds.
But I can't go for that, no, no (no can do).
So let's all chip in and find some a-dult education courses for these jokers to attend. McCain can afford it; he married himself a rich girl, who found that she could only get so far on her old man's money.
So while Sacki and Stantis and McCain go out there and talk about all the wicked things that can happen. (You'll see 'em going down in war.) But when we play it in that quiet way, it bites them even more. It's as simple as saying it isn't so.
Come on, Shrubville readers and America-at-large, let's make-a our dreams come true (ooo-oo, oo-oo-oo, ooo-oo). Let's put America's kiss back on the list of things that matter to the world. Let's say to Sacki and McCain and Stantis and those other maneaters and private eyes out there: You're gooooooooooooone; you'd better learn how to face it.
Comments
OMG, I am soooooo old that 25 years ago this month (when America had a president who was not named Bush or Clinton), I bought H2O, kept it in the shrink wrap to protect the jacket, then loaned it to a friend so that she could tape it. (Taping destroyed the music industry, you know.) She returned it to me right before graduation practice (which is why I can pinpoint the month and year), and I stuck it in the car, and teh record warped something fierce.
My illegal-taping friend is now a doctor with four kids or something like that. Maybe I'll see her at the reunion.
Oh, I am so old. My head hurts.
Annie
Posted by: Annie at May 8, 2008 11:28 AM
I guess it's time to make a confession of my own. My first concert ever: Hall & Oates, Rosemont Horizon, April 6, 1985. Opening Band: 'Til Tuesday.
I suppose I should shut up about that. Voices carry on the internet.
Posted by: CJo at May 8, 2008 11:38 AM
I'm travelin' down the road an’ I'm flirtin' with disaster
I've got the pedal to the floor an’ my life is running faster
I'm outta money outta hope it looks like self destruction
Well how much more can we take with all of this corruption
The gods say Molly Hatchet rules!
Posted by: John at May 8, 2008 12:12 PM
You kids get off my lawn!
Posted by: Sacki at May 8, 2008 07:44 PM
