That´s what the latest mail in my Spam-File says. Rather original, I thought. Not the usual, lotsa-dough, you-won-the-BMW, CHEAP VIAGRA or PENIS LARGER NOW YES stuff.
Somewhat unexpected. Still something I would never fall for.
Just the exact opposite of the whole story in Egypt. Muslim Brotherhood trying to impose the law of Sharia? Not a big surprise. Another Dictator replacing the former ageing Dictator? What´s new?
The Counter-Revolutionists of the Mubarrak Regime joining the original, liberal opposition all of a sudden?
History repeates itself, huh?
But when the first vote came in, I still bought the whole "Oh, we´re gonna be the nice kind of fanatics!" act, swallowed it hook, line and sinker.
Damn. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!
Conservative arseholes, pardon my french, never make this type of mistake. If the other guys win, they never say "Well, let´s make the best of this." or "Maybe they really aren´t the devil after all." or "Maybe they do have a point."
Liberal fuckwads and dickweeds, however, can´t seem to help to see all the aspects and all the sides and try not to condemn but to comprehend and in the end the ones who are unwilling to change in any way win, because time and again we are willing to change our ways, think differently et cetera ad nauseam et ad infinitum while the unflexible bastards are having the time of their life complaining about how "nothing ever changes." and "whatcha gonna do?"
Grrrrrblashnavoomboulaa!
Sorry about this.
So, last weeks promise was about more celebration and less pontification. Ok, time to make up on this.
I have this dress, which is striped in such a way that the pattern makes your chest look flat and your belly big.
I think that is pretty damn hilarious and damn fitting for these days. Or any days.
So, put on something silly that you love dearly, make yourself a nice stiff drink - maybe a chinese martini? - fill the tub with hot water, add some pure lavender oil, put on a japanese movie sans subtitles on your laptop, lite up some cambodian special cabbage in your pipe and just LET IT GO !
There. Is easy, ey?
This is as good as it´s going to get, no fooling.
A little more than two weeks until Armaggedon, and you´re in a hot tub, feeling pleasantly woozy, and, possibly, still wearing an absurd garment. Never mind. For a few moments, there will be bliss. That should be enough. Amen.
Yeah, it´s not much of an entry, but then again, this is not much of a blog. Just the crazed ravings of a psychotic fiend, a girlish soul in the body of an elderly souse, Just another leftover from the Summer of Love '91.
Never, never, never mind. As a true friend once told me at a time of great distress: "Don´t worry about it. It´s all on Monty Pythons anyways."
So, no matter how many times the Knight with the rubber chicken wacks you over the head, you will have to get up straightaway and yell THANKEE-SAI!
Namaste.
S.
