The Apologist

Sorry about the lack of blather.

No really. I'd like to keep this thing updated on a more consistent basis. The Great Summerfest Experiment demonstrated the possibility, was a test-bed if you want to put it that way and why not.

Haven't had the urge to spew and rant. As Pinko Punko observed, the world and the chundermuffins are totally depressing. American Idol visits the President, while the killing continues apace. The Busy descends on my head like a large, greasy emu, weighing me down and messing up my hair with emu poop. And the Heat, the HEAT.

[The next asshat that tells me that the science on Global Warming is inconclusive (thousands of responsible articles and studies, and NOT ONE that contradicts the theory of global warming holds up to scrutiny. Ever. It's called Science, hosebags) and that we don't have to make some efforts to combat it is going to get my foot and a large rodent so far up their chundertunnel that I'll be kicking their medulla oblongata. The Weather is fucked, and really, what is the focking chance that the human virus hasn't been at least a partial cause?]

So the world is being shattered by greed and ideology, and the fucking dominionist asswipes are cheering, because their lives are so empty, meaningless and generally small minded that outside of telling other people to stop with the sex already, the only thing they've got that will get their tiny little things wiggling is The End Of The World, Baby, and we're not gonna be feeling fine, oh, no, we're gonna be feeling hot and irritable and beset by these whinging Christianist gollums until we maybe have to Rapture their melons right into the next life just to shut them the hell up.

And the Klark Kent life is not what it's cracked up to be. Teh Busy is making me more than a bit crazy, what with the phones and the meetings and the bills and the deadlines and the Hey LADY fagroon klubble klubble.


You may or may not be able to tell, I've been spending a bit of time at teh Bulls and Sadly, No! just because there's a fine sense of idiocy and meaningless inanity that runs loose around there (occasional sightings of Serious Pants) that provides a bit of relief from the death, destruction, and just general Decay of Civilization that's been brought about by the incompetents in the Republican Party.

I'm gonna try to keep something current, but don't sue me if it doesn't work out. Or go ahead and sue me, I got no money so you're wasting your time, Evil Clown!

Buh-squack.