Tuesday, January 15, 2008

You Went And Did It...






I'm at work with limited resources, so I'm left with thinking of the future of mankind. Maybe it goes back to watching 12 MONKEYS. Maybe its hearing Kenny Chesney singing "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy." Most likely its yesterday's post, that casket going into the plane. Charles suggested, since I had not coined a term, that this would be an icepick and not an iceberg memory. I don't talk politics but I am still at a loss why someone hasn't Sirhan Sirhaned Bush. Unless they have tried and time travel is involved. And with each attempt, the timelines diverge. Just a few years from now, maybe more: On the one hand you get Charlton Heston cursing us all, and in the other, more dystopian future, Paul Lynde as The Ultimate Being, holding all writers and other creative types prisoner in gulags shaped like Hollywood Squares....Wayne

5 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

Hollywood Squares gulag! good image. I'll be seeing this image for awhile. *shiver*

Lana Gramlich said...

Paul Lynde as Ultimate Being? I imagine the world would be a tastefully decorated place, at least. *L*

Steve Malley said...

I love that Kenny Chesney song!

Why does Bush still walk the earth? Two words:

President Cheney.

Steve Malley said...

Once sworn in, President-for-Life Cheney (he'd wait a year before declaring himself Dark Lord Cheney) would be nearly impossible to kill.

You'd need salt, silver, stake through the heart, the head burned seperate from the body and the ashes scattered to the four winds.

And even *that* may not work...

HemlockMan said...

Get yer paws off o' me, you damned dirty ape!

Since Ratboy Reagan saw to it that there's no more civil service retirement program, all of us USPS employees have to rely on our 410k to see us through after we retire. We've all sat shell-shocked the past few weeks and watched as those 401k plans have been reduced mightily, and while our Moron-in-Chief offers to give us $800 in place of the many thousands most of us have seen evaporate into thin (Wall Street) air.

We all hate Bushco.