by Frank Faillace' [ fuh-lah-chay
So it really is the end of the world as
we know it... The empire has finally struck back... What's
old is new again...
We've got a newly-annointed president-elect
who can barely pronounce "potato" let alone spell it...
(like some publishers in our own little city).
We've got a "New Economy" that just slammed
head on into reality, like the Titanic hitting the iceberg,
drowning all the eRich in their own worthless stock options.
We've got a genuine Energy Crises on our
hands with California and Oregon fighting over rolling
blackout threats... Our old pal Inflation is knock-knock-knockin'
on Greenspan's door... And speaking of the Fed, they ain't
even talkin' "soft landing" anymore...
That's right... Two things that always
do well in rough economic times... Booze and Pornography.
Liquor and pussy. Beer and booty. Yippee!!! After eight
long years of "Irrational Exuberance," we're headed for
a Recession! All I can say is, "Hallellulah! Drink up
and whack off, baby! It's about fucking time..."
As long as President W. can keep off the
crack cocaine, and just stick with a few lines now and
then... We should all feel just fine.
Amen and pass the (fermented) potatoes.