Well, fellow Kossacks...I got a job and I've been busy training for two weeks to be a quality auditor at a major packaging company on the left coast(corrugated, fancy boxes, ex.: Apple is major account).
I've been around and made a few comments here and there the last month and somehow I'm still a TU. Go figure.
Anyway, I'm sittin' here listenin' to Pink Floyd and I think you might get a kick out of my poeticly licensed re-work to the classic song "Pigs(Three Different Ones)" off of the 1978 release "Animals". Either way, carry on and have a great day, week, month or evening. I'll "see" ya around.
I just thought I'd share...below the fold.
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your mechanical heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin, Darth.
What do you hope to find.
When you're down in the pig mine, Dick.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, Ann Coulter you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Hey you, Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
.....! .....! .....! .....!
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Dumbya, you're nearly a treat,
Laura, you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.
Ok, so I'm a little weird. Aren't we all...to one degree or another? Anyways, take it easy and be good to each other. Election day is still 15+ months away. A Democrat will be in the White House in 2009.
Peace ;-)>