Alive? Me? Oh, boy howdy I’m alive. A wee bit TOO alive; truth be known.
I’d like NOTHING better this FINE American morning than to see a certain person standing under a tall tree with his f’n loafers off the ground.
Fire’s up an’ th’ kettle’s about to boil, FRiends.
Don’t know zackly when; don’t know zackly where; don’t know zackly how it’ll manifest. I just know it’s comin’; like the midnight express freight train, it’s a -comin’. Hot rails to Hell, an’ that steam whistle howlin’ long and ominous across the Heartland. By thunder it’s a -comin’ with a sound and a fury to loose the bowels of the most battle-hardened warrior.
DAMN the boy tyrant wannabe!!
DAMN his lackeys!!
DAMN his media apologists!!
O that it were THEM awaiting their doom in Utah, this day!!
But, God willing, soon the jaw-jackin’ and handwringing analysis will end, The People will awaken, and there’ll yet be ammo enough to do for ‘em all.
Take ye all th’ tender ones away to HIDE!!
Pray come Vengeance!!
Blood, and fire, and billows of smoke!! A great and terrible judgment; a fresh torrent of nourishing LIFE to the roots of The Tree of Liberty!!
Look alive, ye say? Aye! Alive an’ hopin’ fer change!!
I know that train’s a-comin’ man!
BP is a death knoll for BO, and they all know it.
You should see the sappy commercials that Harry Reid is airing here. Lah-ti-DAH! I sure wouldn’t wanna be him when the Judgement comes.
Actually, I wouldn’t wanna be HR or BO...*shudder* spawn of the dead.
Wow, that’s some vehemently vivid verbiage right there. *drink*
The daily thunderstorm has arrived at my casa. We might as well be in FReepin Thailand, like Seaman Princess Petunia, only there’s no Pad Thai being delivered to our gangplank.
I’m glad it’s here now, rather than at 6:00 when the swim meet is supposed to start. *BOOM*
Ash is hiding behind the recliner.