This morning, outside I stood
And saw a little red-winged bird
Shining like a burning bush
Singing like a scripture verse
It made me want to bow my head
I remember when church let out
How things have changed since then
Everything is holy now
Where does your slice of the American Pie go? Finally. George Orwell‘s letters to his mistress are going on the auction block. But before I can fork over the moolas for one or more of them, a have a few other decisions to make about where my ever slender piece of the yummy munny pie goes. So listen up, wage …
And now, as a public service to those without the comedy channel, an important bit of satirical news about the Wall Street Infomercial Channel.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCkfEzGkYrw&feature=related[/youtube] The light traveler “Prot,” (rhymes with moat) hailing from the planet K-Pax in the Lyra system, presumes that everyone on earth knows that we are the third planet out, orbiting a pale yellow star we call the sun. That it’s “common knowledge.” But Prot would presume too much to think we know much more than that. Simple factoids …
Sideshow Bob Collectibles and Star Whores are proud to present this dramatic depiction of Obig-Wand and Anakin’s climactic light saber duel on Mustafar-Ted.
At least some of the outrage that courses through the American psyche today derives from recognition of our shredded values of justice, and whether we can still claim we are a nation of law when our leaders suffer no consequences for their crimes.
For your bumpers. Australopithecus Republicanus boisei brain-buckets must die off. Frank Rich. The tsunami of populist rage coursing through America is bigger than Daschle’s overdue tax bill, bigger than John Thain’s trash can, bigger than any bailed-out C.E.O.’s bonus. It’s even bigger than the Obama phenomenon itself. It could maim the president’s best-laid plans and what remains of our economy …
