She's Gonna Blow!
A rockin' Hussein Doll (see thread below), Mary-Kate Olsen is anorexic (there's a shocker), Fake Viagra found at two retail pharmacies in California, AND Brittany says: "This time it's for love." Save us Batboy, save us!
Nil Desperandum, gentle people. It's not all simply reality with the lace of its shoddy slip showing. It's not all just the absurdity of life in a power dive -- ever decreasing circles at ever increasing speeds. Some of it is real satire:
Ronald Reagan is still dead, and the Reagan Pyramid Nears Completion.
Excerpt: "Buried with Reagan will be his finest treasures," Meese said, "including 2,500 MX intercontinental ballistic missiles, 15 stealth bombers, a golden chalice of jelly beans, and his most prized servant, former president George Bush Sr."
Bush told reporters, "It is my honor and duty to have my sinus passages ceremonially packed with sand before my still-living, pain-racked body is forever locked with my leader's within the Great Reagan's final resting place. Let us all praise Osiris."
I'm not afraid of the ancient curse (Neener-neener): Death Shall Come on Swift Wings To Him Who Disturbs the Peace of the King... I want to pound on his sarcophagus and demand he give me my peace of mind back. I know I had some once upon a time. I'm looking into hiring a coterie of tomb raiders to that end.
It all reminds me of one of my favorite songs, sung by Bette Midler (from Bathhouse Betty), Laughing Matters...
Bad guys win.
Optimism's wearing thin.
Things are spinning out of control.
Cynicism's all the fad.
World events could make us mad as hatters.
Almost every day
some underpinning slips away.
These aren't laughing matters.
The lyrics go on to say that it is exactly at times like these, when laughing matters most of all. And I agree. So this is my renewed commitment to an old family mantra. Laugh, gentles. Poke fun at our absurd world. It's an old gift given to me by my old dad when I was a kid. We laugh to keep from crying.
