Happy Rosh Hashanah. Oy, my tucas.

If you haven't yet, sell your DOW investments now--it hasn't dropped enough. You may not be able to eat and shoot things with your 401K by time you retire.

I guess our, er, your government just ordered 500,000 of these handy receptacles. I know my government wouldn't do it. Not to me. It can't happen here.

Maybe we'll need them, actually:

Beginning Oct. 1 for 12 months, the 1st BCT will be under the day-to-day control of U.S. Army North, the Army service component of Northern Command, as an on-call federal response force for natural or manmade emergencies and disasters, including terrorist attacks.

Who needs movies?

-Brenn

(CNN) -- Republican presidential candidate Sen. John McCain said Friday
morning that he would establish a new agency to deal with the U.S.
financial crisis that many experts say is the worst since the Great
Depression.

YES. LET'S FORM A NEW FUCKING AGENCY. A WHOLE MULTI-BILLION DOLLAR HALL OF BUREAUCRATS TO FIX OUR COUNTRY'S FISCAL AND CREDIT WOES. WHY, THEY MAYBE EVEN COULD WORK WITH THE FED, AND THE SEC.

How about an agency that finds out why you governments and your thugs keep murdering the serfs?

So excited I could put my penis in it

Driving back from some asinine errands this evening, I tailed a car bearing a bumper sticker:

"My kid has more chromosomes than yours!"








For a moment I was entertained, but then I noted that there really was a drooling rubberhead in the back seat.

This could launch a whole new bumper sticker revolution. Imagine the possibilities! "I try to compensate for my elephantiasis with my income," maybe "I'm obnoxious and this car has large subwoofers," or "I'm so fat I need a fatcart," and "What I should put on my livejournal I post to hawthornesjourneys.blogspot.com"

For those of you who may not have watched your dysfunctional daytime talk shows this afternoon and need your fix, go cast your vote for the dramacratic republic and tie up your breeches, MacKinney and the SS Drama are setting sail!

On the RNC having been in town, I've really no comment other than it being a hollow thorn in the keister being woken up by sirens and helicopters every wee hour of the afternoon. Meryl and I may have spied a dozen riot cops in downtown St Paul, but that's why we stayed cooped up in the apartment for the thick of it.

For Thursday night is slated whiskey and an early bedtime. I have to cup my nuts for Saturday's birthday barrage; happy ones to myself, Dan, Clint, and Meryl's 21st. Watch out, Twin Cities pubs.

Happy ones. Watch out.
-Brenn