the whole 4 yards

in the phoenix, a local free rag, a transvestite hooker advertises "10 inches, fully functional." what happened to the other 2 inches? in math, you have to be precise. 5/6 is not going to get it done.

the t has made four of their most used train stations available for cell phone use. this is supposedly a good thing, as now people will be able to waste even more time in meaningless conversation, on the internet, and "texting," which by the way, is perhaps the most hateful endeavor other than the dropping of cluster bombs. when asked by a reporter if the money spent making these stations cell phone ready could have been used to feed the hungry, a t spokesman replied "you show us the money in that and we will do it." (we wish we had such reporters in our media world. instead, we have stenographers who blandly report the crimes of the powerful. the wonders of "objectivity.")

the new year is almost here. us users of the christian time frame are quite a bit younger than the chinese, jews, and others. jesus, sleep well. although, i'm sure the actions of your followers will probably keep you wide awake. king of kings, what do you make of a society that could create dairy queen and listen to the artist formally known as prince? how about our destruction of the monarch butterfly, and how the prez, lester young, was treated in the military? doesn't it just make you want to jack kennedy everybody up? jesus, aren't you angry over how your followers have turned you into a blond haired blue eyed nordic? jesus, i am tom mooney. manger boy, i am the scottsboro boys. happy 2008. could you create 150,000,000 democratic socialists with anarchist tendencies in the united states? i promise i won't ask for anything else.

vic damone made his victim moan when he punched him in the face. he told me he was gonna jack jones up, and that is just what he did. to be frank james, it was behavior worthy of sinatra. billy may tell you the same thing when you talk to him. nelson, his actions are a riddle to me. david, there is no justice in a world where mediocre lounge singers can be attacked in the middle of the dorris day as they walk along the dinah shore on the beaches of dinah washington in the middle of the billie holiday season as they pick flowers from a judy garland. gleason jackie, if a buddy guy wants to walk though an audrey meadows because he doesn't drive an art carney, and wants to feel the rainn wilson on his face, he should be able to do it without someone flipping out on him. and if he wants to mo vaughn through the streets of monroe, he shouldn't have to defend himself from being robbed. even paul should be able to walk down the street. some may tell you it is not tim wise to walk alone down dark streets at bobby knight, but it is a zinn to keep yourself locked up in your brick house while the ritchie people have a good time. even if it rains, remember that every time it rains, it rains penny lovers from heaven, all night long. you are one of the few who will reap the benefits of this mutiny on the bounty. just remember to say hello to everyone you sea as the rain falls. and while some may be drowning in their own tears as they contemplate jumping into the river ray charles, remind them not to cry a johnny rivers, but dan rather, to guy forget their troubles and to get happy, for they need to chevy chase their troubles away. maybe they can find joy by driving to a vicki carr concert, which by the helen way, is getting rave reviews. raven screen was raving about it just the other day. "that is so raven" i thought to myself after i read the column. in bobby short, lose the ed long face. johnny be goode. take care of yourself, and each other. i thought i'd springer that on you.

ms big bad wolf, am i using the blog well? have these 45 minutes hastened the coming of the revolution? has fascism been beaten back by my brutal blows? yes, i could have gone and joined the iraqi resistance, but the real struggle is right here, isn't it? i am at war with the screen, and my words are my bombs, and all together, we can figuratively blow this mutha up and create a land of liberty. ain't that right, ms wolf, dear? please, tell me we are not sheep. yes, remind us that the bloggers are changing the world.

i don't know if it is the end of america, but you will be happy to know, this blog has come to an end.

el fin.