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Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Tired of Prostate
Blue.
Anybody else getting sick of cancer accessories?
WICK-WICK-WICK. First. my apologies for not having posted since Saturday. I've made it a practice to post on the weekends like clockwork since I never have any time on weekdays, but Sunday I couldn't bring myself to the task. Am I the only one who's sick of LFL football, the cheap, violent hits, the unruly crowds, the rotten officiating, the saturation coverage by WSPN? And I guess this weekend was the final straw. I don't watch the Lingerie Football League to see constant reminders of prostate cancer -- blue chinguards, blue shoes, blue panties. Yeah, I know prostate cancer kills more people than any other form of cancer, but that's not why I tune in to sports programs. Is it so wrong to just want to see football? Why does every sporting event, bake sale, and public gathering have to confront me with the image of a cancerous prostate? Tired of big round football player breasts too. Sorry. Just a bugaboo of mine. I get distracted.
Which means I've got some catching up to do. I've been remiss about the mid-term elections. Yeah, I know it looks like President Mikulski is going to pick up even more seats in November. And, with the new laws about blog commentary, I couldn't say otherwise even if I thought otherwise. She's such a great president.
And her vice-president is great also. Even if she does put her foot in her mouth from time to time. That's what makes America America, right? It could be worse... Think Biden. Of course that couldn't happen. Not since he got castrated at Guantanomo.
All I'll venture to propose is that there are other candidates on the various tickets. If they want to arrest me for that, so be it. I've said nothing about sugar, transfats, alcohol, tobacco, the explosive eroticism of abortions, or anything sexual about the sex that hates any mention of sex unless it's about Lady GaGa. Whom I adore. Appropriately from afar.
And I'm absolutely NOT looking at her crotch. No ma'am.
Are we clear? Are we cool? Sure we are. I've never answered a single spam ad for Viagra or Extenz. And I promise I haven't looked up from the ground since I posted the Lady GaGa picture.. I fervently believe all noodles should be like cooked macaroni.
So PLEASE vote come November... please...?
All this before I've brought you up to date on my Hispanic Manhound MacBeth.
He
just got his Canine Good Citizen Award.
Never said anything sexist or racist in his life.
Never said anything sexist or racist in his life.
Everyone knows I'm Scottish, right? I'm not making any point with that, you know? I just like plaid. And so does MacBeth. He only looks frustrated. In actuality he's completely comfortable with the way of things these days, including his recent operation, and he voted for the Mikulski-Boxer ticket three times. See?
I'm sure there was something else I wanted to say. Even if I can't think of it right now. That's why you all come here so faithfully. Because I always have something to say about the world and such. Why I just made the list of Top Ten Tolerable Male Blogs in the latest National Review survey. Who says it doesn't pay to be a conservative? You know. The way we all understand it now.
Try this:
You have no idea how the world is constituted. You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you there was a world where Americans are still clinging perilously to freedom, not as a lost and tragic memory, but as something they still might retain. The temptation of the giant nurturing tit is seducing them as it has drowned us, but some of them are fighting against it. On weekdays, at least.
I know that was all out of line. My apologies to President Mikulski and Vice-President Boxer. But I think you'll find that I haven't actually broken any of the laws regarding hate speech, or any of the regulations issuing from the Blogging Responsibility Act as I understand it, or any other laws governing fit speech by bloggers. I walk the line. And my attorneys are on line.
Which is why you're all still here. And why MacBeth is still smiling.
P.S. Full disclosure. MacBeth truly loves football.
No accounting for dogs, is there? Why people have spent so much money for so many years. You'd think they'd get tired. But what do I know?
