The Audacity Of Hope ends with Joy To the World

Bob Hope you’re feeling better late than never on Sunday Monday Happy Days of our lives are at risk it all for one and one for all you need is love, love is all you need.  According to speeches, Rev. Wright speaks of the U.S. bringing AIDs to the black community chest of drawers full of documents which prove in a court of law students matriculate at a high rate to improve their fate.  Now Obama answers that Wright is wrong, and statements like this cannot be taken seriously, folks singers like Hoyt Axton would write Jeremiah was a bullfrog…joy to the world.

The Pope Knows

When the Pope left town without pity in the naked city squares everywhere and in Philly voted on the bitter ticket to ride him out on a rail against the machine age of aquarius against them that are them that get and I ain’t got nuttin yet we have no bananas today and tomorrow is another day tripper, bodice ripper and Philly bitter voter with a guns and butter up the electors college graduates emertius and them again.  Van Morrison jimmied Hendrix haze purple rain for the next four years.

Moral high ground

Moral high ground, coffee bean, balls up, yours, buddy, Clinton’s dog, barking up the wrong tree, or was it Bush, pilot light up my life, saver in a roll, out the barrel, down the highway 60 minute man loves a woman.

My Day

Did I say I writing a book, early, stay late, night with Conan, the barbarians at the gate, keeper of the flame, wars can range up to 100 years, without possibility of parole, hearing about it through an agent, of change, or bills of small denomination, with a prayer.

Weeping Wednesday

Now Huckabee is out, house prices in Arkansas are depressed into service, station the candidate at the door, key rings in a possbile right wing year, long campaign for the left, out of the equation are all but Ark-NY-Chicago female vs. an Hawaiian-Chicago male, it in a nut-shell, out more cash, cows aren’t always safe to eat, their young, voters are coming out in large numbers, game over, there is not reason to sit back, to the country, wide enough in the voting booth, assassinating Lincoln, a division of Ford, twice near assassinated, now dead, in the water works, progress administration run by Bush, leagues under the sea, horse races lead to the derby, hats in the ring, the bell, tower all over most candidates worthy of support, hose the losers, weepers cry out, house gets us back to Huckabee, stings hurt, my feelings exactly.

Super Tuesday

Here we go with John McCain, who cannot lift his arms, services committees formed to assist him with hair combing, through potential voters for support, your local sheriff might even cast ballots not bullets, which is how the candidate got to where he is now, is the time right for a former prisoner to assume office?

Why is Hillary hanging in, trouble with getting her message out, come what may, Obama’s momentum is hard to fight, night or day, breaking all his way, to get on Saturday Night Live for which he might even claim ”live from New York,” which Hillary knows because she’s their gal, pal mall into the campaign.

Radio station employee threatens president

According to the Times, a Pacoima radio station employee threatened to beat the bush and the Cheney too, which begs the question, beggars that we are, what happens when Dub-a-yuh leaves the White House, wife and children included, though the radio guy was a bachelor who helped out his mother, relative to to getting arrested, the man was deemed mad, not as in crazy, a major setback as the rubber room beats the jail cell, date by next week, end it all, over the world, in chaos, theory established radio time is expensive, drinks are on the house, but Citadel is broke, back to the mountains where they keep the towers to send out the signals to the listeners who like to call in with opinions about the president, which are usually not heard in court, yards away from being arrested. 

Foreign accents

On radio of these days, especially popular on Clear Channel talk shows are the fake foreign accents, #2 Indian #1 Arab:  say something, anything, then think 7-Eleven, which is only two stores away from 9-11.  Tonite on 60 Minutes was a genius who supported Obama even tho he was a Muslim, which the reporter told him was false, then the guy sucker punched the reporter, who had a bodyguard beat the shit out of the voter, I think the bodyguard was a Muslim, the clue being the towel on his head.  Obama thanked the reporter for setting the voter straight…it was a beautiful thing.  All in one 20 minute, less commercials, story wtih time for Andy Rooney.

This all took place in Ohio and was mostly all caught on tape, the part that wasn’t was part of it, though I forgot which.  You should have heard the reporter ask about Hillary, by then the Ohio voters were scared shitless, so they couldn’t express fears about her religious way-to-go.  Hillary sez she’s gonna win Ohio, which if they sign up for the now Ms. Bill, then it’s a yellow rose of Texas I am goin’ a see, not half as much as me.

Now that’s an accent worth fooling with, the classic Texas twang as demonstrated by any cattle prodder, rattle snake wrangler or border boarder.  Houston don’t sound like Waco, the way co-conspirators burnish sales pitches for Enron fields forever so Houston could give Roger a shot in his pitching contract, the way Astros throw, games are won or lost. 

At congress, testimony means lies, though a good bug spray kills the things, they keep coming back for more shots and pretty soon Cy Young is a ward of the court.  Getting back to accents, Dallas and Ft. Worth, their weight in diamonds, be it where the Astros or the Texas Rangers arrest a pitcher for three days then take him out after 7 innings, and sometimes give him a shot, after a fair trial of course, mainly in the minors, 49ers, where testosterone roams and the skies are not cloudy except in San Francisco where it mixes with fog, rain and Chinatown, accent-wise of course.

The Addams Family

Cable TV, see, whee, NASCAR, Mel Brooks and To Catch A Predator re-runs, who could ask for mo’  I could, but mo wasn’t home, so I asked for less, he was there with Mary Ford, the river was high, I wasn’t, but not low either.  Mo, Les, Hi, Lo, which takes us back to doa, like the old joke, when Ronnie James Dio had a street named after him, he insisted it be Dio Way…get it Dio Way!

Let me try that one again.  DOA!

Yup.

Don’t get no better than this, this being the sentence you’re serving right now, left now in the lurch, featured on the Addams Family.  Snap, snap that cigarette, or you’ll snap yourself to death, tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate, bridging the gap, fall into the Old Navy and Army surplus, minus some more gold.

Here we go again

With 3,556 days to go until the elections of 2010, I’m beginning to decide that Roz Felder will have a hard time busting the chops of Lamb Boy “Forky” Tynes. the previously presumptive nominee of a party that lasted until 3 a.m. had attracted 4 police calls and twice as many parking tickets.

Party leaders were aghast.  When the gas cleared, it was clear things had changed.  And clear things were becoming fogged again via political rhetoric, which rhymes with stick, which can either hurt if wood, or gum things up if gooey.  Now all of that appealed to Gooey Gonzales, who had left the party before midnite to attend the party cross the hall, which made Felder cross, too bare when found naked in the tub.  Tubby Tandori found Felder’s duds and found the bra fit just fine, which he paid after found form-fitting in Felder’s tittie holders, holding forth, ending up fifth, which had been drunk by Gonzales prior to the party cross the hall, really a long haul until the elections of 2012.