A socio-economic group thru out history, that periodically is surprised by the appearance of peasants bearing opinions, fact, torches and pitchforks -- and actually wanting to OWN THEMSELVES.
It's rare to see a first hand visitation, but delegating certain privy activities ain't near as safe as it usta be, before the beeg lay-oofs, senhor. Ya know: blabby ex-subordinates and all that.
Sigh.
Ruling just is losing that 'insulated from common reality' lustre, eh?
Unhh...OK...this is a bit embarrassing, but I confused this topic with the one about:
http://twowheeledmadwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/lilly-exec-lies-abour-guns-in-cars-bill.html --- I thot the snot-pie exec-subject of the article had showed up here on a personal cyber-investigation.
Mea culpa, with the aid of a week's worth of assorted meds & tooo many sleepless painful nights due to a abscessed tooth/jaw.
Last night was the worst, and apparently, the turning point. The Z-pack 'biotics have finally grabbed aholt of the bug and kicked it around some. I can actually chew on one side of my mouth this AM.
Good thing the germ has turned, too. I was running out my whiskey supplements for the sedatives that kept me from running out front door into an emergency room, begging for a immediate facial amputation.
The Spetnatz have it right about getting immediate interrogation results. Just shove a horseshoe rasp straight across a person's teeth and those nerve endings will hurt inescapably worse than cut meat ever does.
atlharp, you have caused me to envision Salvador Dali-esque drapings of cooked slices, floating thru the InterNets and onto my keyboard.
I'm thinkin' mebbe I should upgrade to pancetta in the morning.
Whooda thot that antibiotic bug stompers, pain pills and gunblog cyberspace commentary would fling a craving on me for crispy cooked pig ?
Late evening Alt-ternative: popcorn with crispy crumbled bacon on it, not to exceed 240gr doses per handful, at less than 12 fps hand to mouth. I can save my wrists from further food-recoil damage, and pad up the fatty tissue insulation on my fried nerve sheaths, all the while.
Bacon: it's not just for breakfast anymore. It's a political statement, a ballistic foodie trend, and a neurological health discovery right out of the meat drawer.
Thank you all for the entertainment and good grin.
"Those who must rule everything."
ReplyDeleteA socio-economic group thru out history, that periodically is surprised by the appearance of peasants bearing opinions, fact, torches and pitchforks -- and actually wanting to OWN THEMSELVES.
It's rare to see a first hand visitation, but delegating certain privy activities ain't near as safe as it usta be, before the beeg lay-oofs, senhor. Ya know: blabby ex-subordinates and all that.
Sigh.
Ruling just is losing that 'insulated from common reality' lustre, eh?
John, the Red
from the West End of Lake Erie
PS:
ReplyDeleteOh yoo-hoo!! Say there big corporate boy. Just for you:
http://jewishworldreview.com/julia/gorin030802.asp
same-o
Indolent sluggard.
ReplyDeleteUh, John, what are you talking about?
ReplyDeleteI am so totally confused.
ReplyDeleteJohn, Ed,
ReplyDeleteAlex would be the star of Monday night's post. The rocket surgeon who threw down in a bar in Bloomington.
Now when, oh, say, prospective future employers google his name, that newspaper article will pop up forever more.
Oh, damn --- sometimes I do wonder about mese'f.
ReplyDeleteUnhh...OK...this is a bit embarrassing, but I confused this topic with the one about:
http://twowheeledmadwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/lilly-exec-lies-abour-guns-in-cars-bill.html --- I thot the snot-pie exec-subject of the article had showed up here on a personal cyber-investigation.
Mea culpa, with the aid of a week's worth of assorted meds & tooo many sleepless painful nights due to a abscessed tooth/jaw.
Last night was the worst, and apparently, the turning point. The Z-pack 'biotics have finally grabbed aholt of the bug and kicked it around some. I can actually chew on one side of my mouth this AM.
Good thing the germ has turned, too. I was running out my whiskey supplements for the sedatives that kept me from running out front door into an emergency room, begging for a immediate facial amputation.
The Spetnatz have it right about getting immediate interrogation results. Just shove a horseshoe rasp straight across a person's teeth and those nerve endings will hurt inescapably worse than cut meat ever does.
JohnM, & etc.
Although I must say that the Julia Gorin article is very interesting, and moreover, something I need my wife to read.
ReplyDeleteIs it safe?
ReplyDelete.......I like bacon.....and guns.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, after the bizarre start of this whole comment section I think we could all use some bacon.
Surreal bacon feasts.
ReplyDeleteatlharp, you have caused me to envision Salvador Dali-esque drapings of cooked slices, floating thru the InterNets and onto my keyboard.
I'm thinkin' mebbe I should upgrade to pancetta in the morning.
Whooda thot that antibiotic bug stompers, pain pills and gunblog cyberspace commentary would fling a craving on me for crispy cooked pig ?
Late evening Alt-ternative: popcorn with crispy crumbled bacon on it, not to exceed 240gr doses per handful, at less than 12 fps hand to mouth. I can save my wrists from further food-recoil damage, and pad up the fatty tissue insulation on my fried nerve sheaths, all the while.
Bacon: it's not just for breakfast anymore. It's a political statement, a ballistic foodie trend, and a neurological health discovery right out of the meat drawer.
Thank you all for the entertainment and good grin.
JohnM