Diarytic
Mood:  lyrical
Now Playing: "Don't Sleep in the Subway" by Petulia Clark
Sorry I haven't posted here in a while. Even the events of an unproductive life can intervene and make blogging even less relevant than usual. But, that doesn't mean that good things don't come of staying informed and passionate about this thing or that.

Okay, so UT lost big to OU. That's no reason to call for Mack Brown's head. He's a good coach and a hell of a recruiter. We'll get ours. Vincent Young is just a freshman and we're gonna see better days. Count on it.

And how 'bout them Cowboys? They are doing surprisingly well and I am proud of them. How long has it been since I could say that?

Oh, and the evil Republicans in the Texas State Legislature finally got their way and destroyed all hopes everywhere for minority voting rights in this state. There are so many reasons to hate the fucking Texas Democratic Party that it drives me nuts. How can they be such grandstanding hypocrites and still look people in the eye?

So long, Doggett. So long, Frost. Better go learn some Spanish and some break-dancer moves if you want back in.

And the Albuquerque Assholes? They seem like such mental pygmies to me; people who could be crushed with a few minutes worth of explanation.

The biggest chumps around, of course, are those Dumbocrats who think they've got a winner in Wesley Clark. For all you idiots know, he's a GOP plant. You think that because he's a general and a Purple Heart recipient that he's going to make the country forget what losers your party is when it comes to defense? He's running a GAME on you schmucks and you don't have the wits to see it. Good luck. You could run an agitator in a washing machine with the back-and-forth of his position on the war in Iraq. He's a poser. Over and out.