The Sound of The Fury

Saturated as I am with raging PMS, The Queen Mother at it again, and waking up to the tangled news wires this morning, I have found the world a more detestable place than usual.

Incoming...

MTV  C-Span presents......Nonni and The Pussy Hats.

She wants a pearl necklace. I so wish some grizzled homeless constituent would step from an alley on the Embarcadero and give her one. Right down the lapel of that Armani suit.

Being homeless may bar you from the window table at La Pretentieux, but evidently it won't keep you from being a food snob.

Don't hold your breath for that bloated gynecomastic pusbag to wait in line behind every other piece of human debris in Massachusetts for his Band-Aids. But if you do, you'll be in good company.

The Specialest Generation. Everyone has special children. They're soo speeecial. Can't wait until mummy spoils you fetid and the rest of us get to enjoy your specialness in the checkout line at Harrods.

As the bratty bastards claw each other's eyes out for a seat when the music stops, the Founding Fathers weep.

Teddy Roosevelt is on Mount Rushmore precisely because his enemies actually knew he meant to kick their asses old school and he never would have let embedded traitors hitch a ride to second guess his Rough Riders.

First flakes in New York. First flakes? Since when?

History is on pace with the task of rewriting itself. MTV  C -Span  FDNY presents.........The Revisionistas.

If the world's going to Hell today, I just need a minute to pack a cooler. You know...for the kids.

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UPDATE: There is hope in the slums of Baghadad. So Jane will just shut her friggin' pie hole now.

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Comments

[Sniper One]

I thought it was just me on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Thanks for the confirmation that it isn't just me.

Now someone point me towards the nearest gathering of liberals so I can start ripping out throats.

[JANE SAYS: Step right up...the line forms behind Jane, baby.]

[mRed]

Whoa, I thought mother dearest destroyed the photo of me and brother Pabst. Now it is apparent why the applications to Yale, Harvard and Youngstown State were never answered.

[Jack]

Damn girl ... you need a drink and a good smoke.

http://www.divedesk.com/blog/a/jack-smoke.jpg

[JANE SAYS: Is that my Brazillian Red nail polish she's wearing?....JAAAaaCK?]