Who's Your Daddy?

I haven't updated in a while, and really, what's the point? What's to say? The world is going to hell in a handbasket. Our Feckwit in Chief has been banging his chest and flinging his pooh about maybe, possibly, could be, might, perhaps..."do something" about Iran. In other words, building a case (no matter how weak said case may be) for war with Iran. Nevermind that GWB was able to negotiate with North Korea, but when it comes to the middle east, if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck; drop a bomb on it. Ala, crispy duck. Are you scared yet? You should be. For some reason the system of checks and balances has been non existent during his presidency. King George has been free to do whatever it is pleases his highness.

I pray for Congress to grow a brass pair and stop the madness. Amen.

With all that is going on in the world, the media has one burning question..."Who is the father of Anna Nicole's baby?". WTF people?!?!?!? Who cares! Are we really, collectively as a nation, on the edge of our seats wondering who this drugged out, gold digging, ex-stripper, former playboy model, incoherent babbling, psuedo-celebrity, self-exploiting, loopy chick (God rest her soul...RIP Anna) was swapping bodily fluids with?

The media is much more interested in psychoanylizing what was in Anna Nicole's refrigerator than they are in getting the president to answer a direct question about Iran....or Iraq...or Afghanistan...or anything remotely pertinent.

My current mood is a mixture of pessimism and frustration. But you already knew that.