Having made a career of desertion, we are adept at wailing, failing, falling, walking it off. We juggle buckets & flamethrowers, weed-whackers & metronomes, equal to whatever sinister task. Every third Thursday we serve guilt & sour soup. Mornings leave a gritty residue in our communal sink — think of a hog wallow. If the earth were any closer, we would have to put millipedes on the payroll & rechristen all the cemeteries as recycling centers, because what you call leftovers, we call encore presentations. We believe our enemies to be human, no more evil than we, & we believe in regular upheaval. Like sands in a goddamn hourglass are the lives of our days.
(In response to the recent outburst from President Obama’s press secretary, Robert Gibbs.)
:-)
Now I know what to call myself, a ‘leftover’ :-)
Ha ha! Yes, me too.
Better watch out — you professional lefties down there might end up with Canadian health care. Apparently, them’s is almost fightin’ words these days. (-:
Wow, Bev — even your smiley is leftist!
Odd, but someone fron Germany just mentioned that to me the other day. Told me I must be a radical!
Is English her first language? Maybe what she really meant was “whacko.”
Uh oh, Canadian health care … there’s a threat! :) That, or finding oneself as an early draftee in the “encore presentation.” :)
:-) — for both post and comments.
Kia ora Dave,
I am reminded of the Phil Ochs song, Love me I’m a Liberal.
Cheers,
Robb
I’ll have to see if I can find the lyrics online. Thanks for commenting.
Terrific, Dave, and thanks for the link to the article.
Glad you liked that, Beth.
Juggling buckets and flamethrowers. I usually listen to and often agree with Olbermann, Maddow, et al., but yeah.
We both know people who fit the angry leftist stereotype, I’m sure. Then again, there’s a hell of a lot to be angry about… if only anger weren’t so harmful to the psyche.