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Wednesday, February 25, 2004

Greenspan today modestly suggested* economic gericide as an efficient means to preserve the unprecedented recovery spurred on by idealistic GOP tax cuts, but President Bush hesitantly distanced himself from the Chairman of the Fed’s proposal. After all, Big Al did also serve under Clinton for 8 years before he endorsed those tax cuts. Can’t trust him completely; he might have become tainted.   The President also feels that younger voters would be better served by investing for retirement in the Video Poker accounts pioneered by GOP moralist Bill Bennett. Rupert Murdoch has expressed commercial interest in the distribution and promotional rights to these visionary ideas and FCC Chairman Michael Powell has all but guaranteed that the intellectual and media rights to them will be Murdoch’s exclusively. But don’t count out the Right Rev. Moon just yet – there’s helluva lot more simoleons to be made in mass media than mass heterosexual marriages, so he won’t go down without a fight!     Hey! - There’s a whole shitload of money to be made here and that will be great for the economy! The economy is an idea; and ideas are bigger than people. People are only tiny little piss ants who squirm around in their own slime and spread disgusting ebolient (made that one up - just cleaning out the barrel, relax) germs on the tunicles (one shot across the bow, fair’s fair) of our hallowed economy.   They foul our vaticinations (eat that one, Adolf! – it’s the money shot) with filthy habits and obscene animal behavior. In the quest for purity, it is essential that we research all means necessary to eliminate humans and free the economy from the imperfect mortal constraints they impose.   Praise the economy. Let it shine like a diamond in the sky, in a place of destiny, gracing a ring on the hand of Almighty God. Call 1-800-759-0700 and make your contribution right now!     *Swiftian dilemma: The young are so tenderer to eat, but the old are so much easier to kill. 6:41:57 PM    comment []

Twyla rests peacefully in her sunlit catbird seat and wonders why I am standing over her instead of bowing down before her. The last 3 mornings, at precisely 4:18am, she has awakened me with a shriek that would curdle the blood of a banshee. An “outdoor” cat, or maybe one released by its working class owners at that hour, intrudes into Twyla’s territory on the porch just outside and lets out a few wimpy lo-decibel shrieks of its own. The novelty of this little ritual has worn very thin quickly. 5:06:03 PM    comment []

This ain’t no chilidog, no-sir-ee   I ran into my friend GW at the Harris Teeter and he directed me to the meat counter where whole tenderloins were going for $7.99 a pound. His grand daughters were having a ball at the store with him. He told me he was going to email me about this special because the butchers told him that there would be no rain checks on it - when they’re gone they’re gone. After seeing my enthusiasm, I think he went back for a second.    With Liz returning from the UK tomorrow (She told me on the phone last night that she’ll probably be “knackered” after a day in the air), it will be nice to have a real meal soon. This tenderloin will be sliced into thick chunks, frozen (maybe some will be wrapped with peppered bacon during that process), then vacuum-sealed for future use. If you seal them fresh, the pressure crushes them. They don’t dry out noticeably during a 4-6 hour spell in the freezer, resting on a baking sheet covered with saran wrap for easy removal. 4:49:44 PM    comment []