Drop Kick Jesus through the Goal Post of Life

and so life continues on. it spills and chills, bumps and bruises, ebbs and flows. I still try to laugh at the horrid shit, and smile at the beautiful moments as they cascade by me.

I think the commercial says "Life comes at you fast.......... something or other insurance." Here's a thought...... NO SHIT. Talk about an understatement. If your paying attention. If you have the balls to open your eyes on the roller coaster that is life, you find that yes, its goin pretty DUCKIN fast.

Your kids shoot up like weeds in summertime, anybody, I mean anybody with a brain has to be somewhat disconcerted about the state of affairs in our country. We sit upon the virtual eve of what stands to be one of the most important elections in our brief history as a nation. A nation of lemmings. And by lemmings I mean small rodents who follow each other in what-ever perilous direction the Alpha Lemming chooses. So between the Fox network and local preachers a lot of very important decisions will be made. Does this scare me. YA THINK?????

Don't get me wrong I make most of my decisions, at least important ones at the behest of someone I find to be more knowledgeable about whatever topic I'm not (knowledgeable). However, that lists rarely includes anyone on Television (minus comedy central, the only real place to get your news), and most certainly not from anyone in a pulpit with an outdated tie and seven expired cans of hairspray forming some kind of "Bee Hive-Mullet for Jesus" hair cut.

Now I imagine these remarks probably leave me unpopular in many sectors. I imagine. But let me tell you what I know. I'm right. I've been there, done that, and watched lemmings hypnotically stare into the idiot boxes of entertainment basing the decisions of little Tommy's College fund in the hands of the hopelessly lost.

good night children.

sleep tight, and don't let Bill O'Riley, bite (anywhere. what a freak).