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Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Tom Delay revealed today that he
is not pissed off about 'any one thing in particular', but is just feeling
pretty upset and angry about life in general. That, he noted, was
accompanied by an overwhelming sense of malaise. "I can't seem to face up to
the facts," Delay relayed. "I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax."
"And then the television, what
about the television?" Delay asked, obviously referring to the season finale
of the Simpsons where Homer gets fired from the nuclear plant after
accidentally dousing Mister Burns with a healthy dose of Delay Spray. "The
implication was that the House Majority Leader gave off an odor so foul that
even Mister Burns couldn't take if. That's pretty ugly imagery, and it
really hurts on a lot of levels. Oh, man, I hate people when they're not
polite. Then there's the Law & Order slur. Sure, I'm a law and order kinda
guy, but Criminal Intent? I know I've already said it before, but this
manipulation of my name and trivialization of the sensitive issue of
judicial security represents... Oh why bother? Say something once, why say
it again?
They're bothering all my friends
with these ridiculous charges... None of them are true. Nobody even wants to
be my friend anymore, cause they're afraid they'll get in trouble. People
don't return my calls, except for the toadies, and that's their job. Poor
me, poor me, pour me another one. Yes, maybe I am drinking too much, but can
you really blame me? I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire, so to speak...
And nobody wants to listen to me these days, no matter what the topic. I was
trying to tell the guys in the congressional dining hall about the poor
frozen Americans and they just laugh at me. 'Hey, Tom, you started out as an
embryo, didn't you?' Very funny, I'm sure. I try to talk sense, but you
start a conversation you can't even finish it.
Realisant mon espoir, Je me
lance vers la gloire... Do you know French? Well, neither do I, but this is
a phrase my grandmother taught me before she was torn apart by wild dingoes.
It means 'When all hope fails, it's not a crime to cry'. Or something like
that. I mean, anything is better than just blindly lashing out.
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