Phishing for Greedpublicans

Haven’t heard from me in a while, have you? What I was doing was punishing you guys for not reading my blogs by not blogging. So there! I hope you have learned a valuable lesson. I am willing to put this episode behind us so I will now fashion a jaunty little blog out of the bits and bytes.

Much to talk about actually. Let’s start with those dirty, smelly hippies trying to harsh Wall Street’s buzz. I say hire Phish to play a free concert nearby and when the hippies gravitate towards it like moths to a light bulb, lay patchouli activated AHMs (anti-hippie mines) and build a fence around Wall Street. After all, we don’t want all those poor millionaires distracted by all the chanting and drum circles while they are busy trying to screw the rest of us.

Speaking of greed, the lineup of Republican (to be known henceforth as “Greedpublican”) candidates is as entertaining as ever despite the lack of The Wild Woman of Wasilla. Herman Cain in particular is a riot, Rick Perry is a dumb version of George Bush (wow, trying to wrap my mind around what I just said), Michele Bachman is some freakish Stepford wife, Ron Paul is Ayn Rand in drag, and Romney is, well, whatever you want him to be. Despite my extreme displeasure with the current occupant of the White House, I could never vote for any of these jokers.

Stay tuned and come back often or prepare to be punished again.