There’s a difference between living large or even living hog — and living obscene.
Arnold Schwarzenegger is very short, very orange, and owns nine SUVs. This is vile.
Now, short is fine, all my best friends are short. But elevator shoes? He is deeply orange from all the years of ManTan use, one supposes. Or maybe it’s just his inner wickedness radioactively glowing? When you are summoned to his governor’s office for a meeting in the evening, you don’t go through the closed great ceremonial doors that the public would enter during normal business hours. You are sent down a hidden corridor, and there is short, orange <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Arnold, toadesque, behind his desk, lighted exclusively by hundreds of scented candles. (“Please don’t tell him you like the candles!” the cringing staff said plaintively before sending you alone to the eerie audience.)
Nine SUVs – after the initial reeling, the mind collapses in a coma, a catatonia. One SUV is already grotesque. (Yes, dear reader, if you succumbed to the machomoronic SUV craze, this vehicular viagra, – this lapse of yours is the least cool thing you have done.)
Living clown like pogblog may lean you precariously too near to living culvert, but some self-examination in consumer gluttony might not go amiss. (I’m not against indulgence. Butter is better. Belovèd Julia Child lived on butter –just not too much in any day.) Shame. People who drive an SUV should feel shame. 06.05.05
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For informed & only slightly politer rage, see
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06.05.06 4 Lizard tzolkin 4 sunday
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I was going to say that you Americans have slipped into the bizarre, but decided to say instead that you people mystify us. How did you end up with Arnold Schwartzensteroid? It should be a joke in a play or something, not a fact that i can read with bulging-eyed disbelief in the Guardian.
SUVs are taking personal militarism to a brobdinagian madness.
Okay, but I'm not sure it's necessarily a good thing to have Tony Blair who seems like an actual human who just chooses friends badly and doesn't seem to read all the memos sent to Downing St. about Iraq. At least you can more easily tell that our lizards are really lizards even when they're orange and need 9 military like vehicles to make up for the fact that they went AWOL in the Austrian army to attend a bodybuilding contest. If only California would hold our governor to the same standard the public holds Mark Mcgwire and Jason Giambi to. :}
droll; chancelucky —
shamanofdroll's remarks hither & yon on pogblog have abruptly made me consider a hawk's eye view of the USofA Inc. It's made me surprised at how uncomfortable I feel that our Emperor & Co have no clothes. I wouldn't mind at all if we just had bats in our belfires or a nutty uncle or two howling tipsily in the attic on full-moon nights. But gee, these lizards are so threatening & greedy — I found myself feeling past embarrassment to shame.
I thing of Rabbie Burns:
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us
An foolish notion . . .
I am radically optimistic in the long run, but in the short run here, I'm feeling queasy.
I do wish charming Tony had the ooffs to stand up to GBushCo. The 'special relationship' would actually be stronger if Tony leapt free from Poodledom. Just thinking of GBush in the gauntlet of Question Time gets me thru some nights.