this bugs me

A lot of things do.  Mostly I ignore them, but every now and again I like to take the time to express it to you, my loyal readers…yeah, yeah, both of you…I’ve heard that one before.

Pakistan-  Maybe I just haven’t noticed, but it seems to me the worst part of our little war on terror is the destabilization of Pakistan.  It’s not a great leap for me to imagine the place in Muslim control.  no big deal, but they do have nukes.

New words-  I don’t mind them so much as it all seems to be a popularity contest.  Some person will say something like ginormous, and everyone will say “oh wow, they said ginormous.  Lets put it in the dictionary.”  You know who I’m talking about.  Red Hot something something.  I forget the name.  In case you’re curious, merriam webster released its new words…i’m sure you can find it.

 If stanley and livingston had been bloggers.  “Dr. Livingston…I have pinged you.”  we’ll never know that sort of intrepid fellow again.  Unless the whoremongers of Vitalicus send a spaceship.

okay, i just have to…it’s eating its way through my frontal lobe, and is headed toward the medulla oblongata.  If I don’t get rid of it now, it’s bound to leave me at best dull normal, at worst, vegetative.  Ron Paul is a quasi-libertarian, right?  Ok, I know he isn’t, and my readers generally seem to know he isn’t, but for the sake of this blurb we’re just going to go along with the program.  So, that being true it makes sense that his followers are likewise libertarians?  I think.  Anyway.  That generally means they are constitutionalists, right?  Meaning they support a government run according to the constitution.  I’m getting there, christ you are so impatient.  This means freedom of speech is a big thing to them.  Except, it would appear if you speak against Ron Paul.  Let me change that.  If you point out the real Ron Paul’s flaws.  It seems if you do that you are to be breaded, dipped in boiling animal fat,  and fed to the faithful. 

Semi-literate athletes that speak in the third person.  I should probably give them credit for knowing what that is, but I’m sort of inclined to think they don’t.  Call me cynical.

Irascible men.  I hate them.  i think they should be deported to someplace warm like Jamaica and be forced to imbibe in the flowering and seeding plants of that island with nubile young Jamaican harlots.

Political bumper stickers.  I don’t know why, but it seems every time I get some asswit doing 40 on the freeway in front of me he has an Elect Hillary sticker or some such.  Tell you what, turdburglar, you get that damn yugo up to 90 like your supposed to and I’ll consider it. 

Hyper- sexual rabbit day –  it seems to occur every couple of weeks.  I have finally figured out a way to fix mr. roscoe the wonder bunnies wagon.  I’ve purchased shin guards.  You know, like the field hockey (chick sport plug) ones.  He is going to bruise his tumescent ankle banger next time it happens

ok, I’m not particularly bugged by much of this, but I had a theme going.  I’m going to keep writing bug posts till the swelling disappears.  No, not roscoe’s swelling.