April 8th, 2008
A Rolling Stone - It Ain’t Me Babe
I know this is a bit of a rolling stone, or a replicating virus if you will. A virulent strain I know, but I want to be part of this virus.
“You’re getting a little thin up there.” McCain’s face reddened, and he responded, “At least I don’t plaster on the makeup like a trollop, you cunt.” McCain’s excuse was that it had been a long day.
“If elected president of the United States, McCain would have many long days.”
I’ve been lucky enough to have known many men with quality leadership styles in my life. I’ve known those with lesser styles as well. You know, those guys who may have done something worthy, maybe even something grand once, but whose character and motives have periodically been questionable. These guys prone to bursts of anger, calling their girlfriends, and others, whores when pissed off, because name calling is such a logical way to handle stress, and solve problems. Little provocation is necessary to illicit an angry outburst, just no sleep and a shitty day will do it. The tantrum is always followed by a brief dismissal of significance, a quick apology and an excuse - there is always an excuse. They were tired, had a bad day, long day, weren’t thinking. They have bursts of anger for which there is never a dearth of things to take the blame.
My guess is, reason rarely triumphs in time of crisis when speaking of this type of individual.
That which you perceive as a spoon is a poor copy of the ideal spoon
Oops – I didn’t mean to bomb that whore Iran, I’d had a bitch of a day, no sleep, and those fuckers woke me up at 3 AM.
It ain’t me babe
No, No, No
It ain’t me babe
It ain’t me you’re looking for
