‘Colon Boy’! I like it. Damn, why didn’t I think of that. It’s just too easy, isn’t it, when Bush goes in to have his ass reamed? Almost as easy as Cheney shooting his buddy in the face. Still, it sure does provide for the laughs! On your comment about absurd poems: that’s a good one. My dad used to tell us, when we were at the beach, that if it should start raining we should be sure to go underwater so we wouldn’t get wet.
"We have no words to waste on you. When you reach out your vaunted strong hands for our palaces and purpled ease, we will show you what strength is. In roar of shell and shrapnel and in whine of machine-guns will our answer be couched. We will grind you revolutionists down under our heel, and we shall walk upon your faces. The world is ours, we are its lords, and ours it shall remain. As for the host of labor, it has been in the dirt since history began, and I read history aright. And in the dirt it shall remain so long as I and mine and those that come after us have the power. There is the word. It is the king of words—Power. Not God, not Mammon, but Power. Pour it over your tongue till it tingles with it. Power."
‘Colon Boy’! I like it. Damn, why didn’t I think of that. It’s just too easy, isn’t it, when Bush goes in to have his ass reamed? Almost as easy as Cheney shooting his buddy in the face. Still, it sure does provide for the laughs! On your comment about absurd poems: that’s a good one. My dad used to tell us, when we were at the beach, that if it should start raining we should be sure to go underwater so we wouldn’t get wet.