Monday, August 20, 2007

Relax. You're among friends.

That was the theme of my week away -- the first in countless years. The week was pointless, as it was intended to be. Relaxation was the goal of the time spent at one of those infamous Poconos resorts. By the end of the stay, I couldn't even force myself to walk any faster than a very leisurely stroll. Capping the week, Saturday evening was an intimate party of 9500 friends taking in a wonderful Ratdog/Allman Brothers show in the Poconos, followed quick on by a trip to the City to watch a thrilling game at the Stadium as the Yanks posted yet another win to move within four of Boston.

Having not read a newspaper, nor turned on a TV, I was pleasantly surprised to see that the Despicable Cretin had to let his Potemkin architect go home. And, I was not surprised to hear that, after winning four elections for the D.C. by nuzzling the religious crowd and presenting the wondering boy as a born again crusader, we learn that the little shit was a non-believer all along. Ummmm, I betcha that little dose of reality is making the christianistas feel all warm and fuzzy about surrendering their asses to the D.C. ramrod all these years.

Well, looks like it is time to get back to work . . . .

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