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Today’s unexpurgated Judith Krantz observation

“…his throbbing love muscle — hot, blood-filled — slipped across the pearly white curve of her thigh, meat spread across a platter of fine china, an engorged offering, the food of Eros served warm and firm for her delectation.” update: This post is not intended to question Ms. Krantz’s patriotism (long may it throb).

Super Partisan Nursery Rhymes, 3

London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, falling down, London Bridge is falling down, Mary Jo Kopechne. **** Thanks to all who’ve contributed rhymes. They belong to me now, of course. Just so you know.

Film reviews in 5 words or less, #5

The Weather Underground (2002) Directed by Sam Green and Bill Siegel. Features Bill Ayers, Kathleen Cleaver, Todd Gitlin, Mark Rudd. Narrated by Lily Taylor. Five words or less review: Man, are hippy radicals somehairymotherfuckers.

Variations on a theme deferred

Were I a shrill partisan Democrat haunted by four-year old visions of chaddy dimplings, I’d see an Al Gore joke here. But I’m not. So, y’know, yay electoral college!

A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004, (ninth in a series)

Salvador Dali Roland Emmerich      Part 6 “Are you or aren’t you going to eat your soup, you bloody old cloud merchant?” rhino-hipped conspiracy peddler?” Jeanne Duval America shouted, hitting Baudelaire Michael Moore on the back [fat] as he sat daydreaming urinating out of the window. Baudelaire Michael Moore was startled. Then he laughed like hell, waving his spoon tiny penis in the air like a wand changing the room into

Richard Chance reveals a candid distaste for the welfare state

Chance: “Uncle Sam don’t give a shit about your problems. You want bread? Then go fuck a baker.”

Appetizer

Q: What do you get when you cross Al Gore and a plate of fried calamari? A: Lightly-breaded squid. That’s gone stark-raving mad. **** update: Evidently, spittlefoamed podium banging coupled with oddly emphasized alveolar fricatives passes for “eloquent” in some circles.* *cf. Dante, Inferno

A list of foods Susan Sontag refuses to eat (confirmed)

American cheese Apple pie “Freedom” fries Meatloaf Turkey (w/ stuffing) Hershey Bars Bagels Anything with a “Mc” in front of it Liver and onions *

Current Mood:  Wordworthian romanticism coupled with existential weariness

The World is too much with us; late and soon,       Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:      Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,      The winds that will be howling at all hours      And are up-gather’d now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

Current Mood:  Wordworthian romanticism coupled with existential weariness

The World is too much with us; late and soon,       Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:      Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,      The winds that will be howling at all hours      And are up-gather’d now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everything, we are out of tune;