Wow. On the flat screens at the gym this morning there were so many uncanny likenesses to those Dick Tracy villains over on the right. I mean, between the caked-up, sandwiched
strumpet parade on "Faux News"...and the back-slapping, overfed horse show pomposity...phew! Who knew you could put that many mean, boorish, subhuman, greedy children in one place? Shh. Here's a secret. ALL POLITICIANS (both sides of the aisle and the freaks shouting in the balcony) suck (in my less than humble opinion) so if you're keeping score--the actual profession of a politician hovers around second from the bottom on my list of lowest ways of making a living. Many politicians do the fascinating trick of being the second to the lowest and the lowest. Neat, huh? Go figure. Anyway, I stuck my palm out the car window on the way home and caught myself a bunch of frogs. Yep. Just raining from the sky like shiny, plump pralines. Must be all this tropical air up from the dying Gulf of Mexico. Hang tough, Louisiana. It's the only thing any of us can do. Onward.
