Saturday, October 3, 2009
And no, I don't need your sage advice. I've tried it all: exercise, bushels of dried fruit, oceans of spring water, enough Activia to make Jamie Lee Curtis herself run for the can, Metamucil by the shovelful. 'Super Colon Blow'-level fiber in the diet. Roughage to the point where the contents of my stomach could be used to peel paint off your walls.
Liquid Plumber is next on my shopping list. I'm usually full of shit on several dimensions but I try (and lately, fail) to restrict them to the metaphorical variety. As you can see, at the moment I'm failing.
this wonderful article on an invention that deserves more notice than it has gotten to date: the bra that converts into a functioning gas mask! I almost shit my pants laughing. If only. Sigh. I wish I had one of those bras here with me now because although my bowels may be dysfunctional, it doesn't mean they aren't functioning at all (Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas, gas, gas). All smoke and no fire.
But I imagine you didn't tune in to listen to ruminations on my digestive woes.
But I just let fly with whatever musings come running out of my head down onto the keyboard, happy I have the runs somewhere.
What really backs my pipes up is the shitstorm deja vous going on in Congress with healthcare. I'm sick of the whole lot of them. The Democrats couldn't get a law passed against roasting baby kittens in public parks if they had a 100% majority in both houses.
Far too often the resistance is due to a bunch of unrelated pork that slips in. But when the resistance is due to right wing rabble-rousing or even just philosophical differences (as is the case now), why can't the Dems just say, "fuck you, we won, deal with it!" They're not going to get any support anyway so why not pass something useful? But nooooo, that's just not their way, the weaselly worms.
A healthcare bill of some sort will pass in the end, without any support of the Republicans and without any of the provisions that would make the legislation useful (that is, actually providing healthcare to those who cannot currently afford it). The right-wing fearmongers did a great job in dredging up a small but vocal outcry by those who live in terror that any sort of government expansion means the drum of Soviet-style communism beats not far behind. Strangely, these same folks have no fear of the expansion of the military (in their eyes, the DOD can't grow fast enough). They know people in the military. They aren't government! They're 'us'! All said without a trace of irony. Yo, Charlie - the government is us.
I only wish Hunter was still around to riff on all this idiocy. Guess I'll just have to be satisfied with Maureen.
But enough focus on these swine, time to watch Washington dismantle the Rudy-less Notre Dame Drunken Irish. Go Huskies!