Thursday, September 27, 2012
Muttley not doing too well. Fails the empathy test, fails even the economy test. Bishop Romney, some say. Fallen into the clutches of the far right, some say; no doubt owes tithes that will need be repaid after the looming disaster. One lie over the line, sweet Jesus, seeps even into the TV patriarchs, and they alternate between the coming doom and their new savior, apparently Mr. Ruin, rather than Bishop Muttley. Every time he opens his mouth, the good Bishop, that is, it is as if Alaric crashes thru Rome again, or Rogers takes a beating in the first half against Seattle, an Armageddon of words wreck our wise Odysseus on an isolated shore. I'd advise the President to be presidential and keep the glad handing down to a minimum. Save some money. Paul Ryan? "Let me have men about me that are fat; Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights: Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous." My candidate for the latest & greatest Anti-Christ. Peruse the litany, cut aid to dependent children, cut taxes on the oligarchy more war and more rumors of war, let us look together, once again, out over the the valley of Megiddo where the blood will flow as rivers. God preserve Israel for the coming fury of the Messiah and his mighty horde. Someone should ask Ryan if he would support the rebuilding of the temple on the Temple Mount. Would he celebrate Cassius's action or would he join Anthony in condemning him? So like Jesus, we would seek to trap, but nimble like a night thief he would dance away. Ah, well-my own off shore investments consist of tossing tomatoes out in the backyard in the hope of few strays next spring.