Can I kick it? No, you can't.

Fred Thompson is running for president of the United States. I couldn't care less, even if I really put my mind to it. I'm hoping that after the current disaster-in-chief leaves, America may be done with dilettantes for awhile. Plus, he's only 65, and I thought he was at least ten years older. He looks like Magic Johnson is supposed to look.

Pro football has started. I'll start paying attention in a legitimate way once the World Series is over. It's too god damned hot for football.

I hope Larry Craig doesn't quit. Winners never quit, and quitters never admit their true sexuality.

The surge is working. And if you believe that and are between 18 and 42, you should go sign up now. Criminal records are no longer a problem.

That coward at the local news outlet hasn't responded. Pfft, I could do local news if I got a better haircut and a lobotomy.

Britney Spears is boring and fat. And I don't object to fat, but we don't need any "fat vixens."

I am amused the Osama bin Laden dyed his beard for his new video. I am greatly saddened that we can't find a man on dialysis who dragged himself into town for Grecian Formula.

If you consider "values" important in a candidate, and you support Rudolph Giuliani, you are a hypocrite of the first order. If the only thing that matters to you is that you believe he can win, just admit it. You'll feel better, wait and see. And by the time you do, he may be on wife #4.

I'm too lazy to type anything else tonight. Adios.

Sunday, September 09, 2007