As far as tempers go, mine is solidly medium. It takes a lot to get my pot to boileth over and even those episodes are brief abberations. Last night though, I went all Bobby Knight on my balcony, hucking a chair with considerable force and malice aforethought.
The catalyst was not my flopped set drowning on the river
Big hug?
Uggh no fun…thanks for playing in The Mookie last night.
I honestly can’t wait for the day that you have to wake up and log on to "The Network" for your morning scripture reading, before dressing in red sneakers and Nike jumpsuit to head off to work at the local Jesus Burger, stopping only for more prayer and afternoon Gay-Bashing (or rather, gay reprogramming) before heading off to dinner mass and a long evening of trying not to say naughty words lest the chip in our brains give us a terrible shock to the nuts (or titties if you are a woman) and the final few hours of each night spent searching out people who don’t act like us so we can force them to change.
I can’t wait because it will have forced me to move to St. Maarten, and who wouldn’t rather live there?
A brilliant prose Speaker. Frightfully close to reality.
Bobby, can I come with you St. Maarten?
first, i have to say that i couldn’t agree with you more about all of the bullshit politicking/special interest that goes on, it’s infuriating.
more importantly, this comment would have been more timely if you’d get the rss feed in order. my god, man, do you realize how many blogs i have to sift through? by the looks of your blogroll, i’d say you do. have some compassion and let me stick you in the feed reader where you belong.