Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Self-Checkout aisles are like wheelchair ramps for introverts.
This is one of those weird instances where you and I agree with Sarah Vowell, Tam.
Bah. Audio not available. In the piece, she points out that the song's lyrics are kind of petulent, and only really work when done in the snotty punk way of The Sex Pistols.
Narcissism that runs that deep could come from the mouth of our Dear President Obama.What makes the juxtaposition especially poignant is the opening lines, "And now, the end is near,And so I face the final curtain.". . as our President rules over the end times of the economic growth era dating back to President Reagan. Why, Obama seems to be causing more wrack and ruin than Jimmy Carter.If you kids don't remember - When Jimmy Carter took office, the top credit card rate allowed was 14-16%. Credit interest rates went to 36% on my account. Thanks, Mr. Carter, and please don't do anything more to/for me, Mr. Obama.
thought for sure it would be the 'song of his people' played on a cockflute!
This is exactly what I thought of when I saw JayG's post ...
LOLNice version, Tam.
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