The blogosphere says what?

(A parody, for the uninitiated)

Yes Virginia, there is a God! Hallelujah! A-freakin’-men! My Paris is out of jail, back home where she belongs (but she shouldn’t be under house arrest — stupid poopy judge).

I needed this. I’ve been pretty down since my baby Blakey lost “American Idol.” (I demand a recount!) It didn’t help that Rand-O was rubbing my face in it. He can be so sweet, but sometimes he goes way too far. He’s been away on bidness this past week, which is good. I needed some ME time.

Been listening to Kelly Clarkson’s new CD — ROCKS! But some of the songs make me sad. Speaking of … don’t you guys think it would be totally fierce if she covered Charlene’s “Never Been to Me?”

Anyway, I’ve been shedding a lot of tears the past few days until I heard the news this morning. It makes me feel … happy. I deserve to feel good. I gotta keep reminding myself of that.

And I hope Paris can find some happiness. She’s given us so much pleasure. Just like Britney. And Nicole. And Lindsay. Most peeps seem to enjoy watching them struggle. That’s so retarded and mean.

I want them to learn what I’ve learned. That life is beautiful.

Well, sometimes it is. Most times it’s very, very difficult. But not today. I’m learning to celebrate the good times. Hope the rest of ya’ll have a happy Thursday.   

A bone to pick

Regarding my latest post about Hillary, Jim V. writes:

What do we want? Equality!
When do we want it? Now!
How are we going to get it? Torpedo democratic leaders so Republicans like Mitt Romney get elected!

In one respect, he’s correct. I am trying to torpedo Hillary. I don’t trust her. Never have. And by nominating her, you’re more likely to see Romney in the White House.

And why should we look the other way just because she’s the lesser of two evils? She’s blatantly lied about “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell,” calling it a “benign transition policy.” Tell that to the 10,870 military personnel who’ve been discharged since 1993.

When we accept “leaders” like Hillary, we get what we deserve. Some of us expect better.

The blogosphere says what?

(A parody, for the uninitiated)

Yes Virginia, there is a God! Hallelujah! A-freakin’-men! My Paris is out of jail, back home where she belongs (but she shouldn’t be under house arrest — stupid poopy judge).

I needed this. I’ve been pretty down since my baby Blakey lost "American Idol." (I demand a recount!) It didn’t help that Rand-O was rubbing my face in it. He can be so sweet, but sometimes he goes way too far. He’s been away on bidness this past week, which is good. I needed some ME time.

Been listening to Kelly Clarkson’s new CD — ROCKS! But some of the songs make me sad. Speaking of … don’t you guys think it would be totally fierce if she covered Charlene’s "Never Been to Me?"

Anyway, I’ve been shedding a lot of tears the past few days until I heard the news this morning. It makes me feel … happy. I deserve to feel good. I gotta keep reminding myself of that.

And I hope Paris can find some happiness. She’s given us so much pleasure. Just like Britney. And Nicole. And Lindsay. Most peeps seem to enjoy watching them struggle. That’s so retarded and mean.

I want them to learn what I’ve learned. That life is beautiful.

Well, sometimes it is. Most times it’s very, very difficult. But not today. I’m learning to celebrate the good times. Hope the rest of ya’ll have a happy Thursday.   

A bone to pick

Regarding my latest post about Hillary, Jim V. writes:

What do we want? Equality!
When do we want it? Now!
How are we going to get it? Torpedo democratic leaders so Republicans like Mitt Romney get elected!

In one respect, he’s correct. I am trying to torpedo Hillary. I don’t trust her. Never have. And by nominating her, you’re more likely to see Romney in the White House.

And why should we look the other way just because she’s the lesser of two evils? She’s blatantly lied about "Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell," calling it a "benign transition policy." Tell that to the 10,870 military personnel who’ve been discharged since 1993.

When we accept "leaders" like Hillary, we get what we deserve. Some of us expect better.