Dem Horses Done Got Crunked

George W. Bush is the first President since John Quincy Adams to serve a full term without vetoing anything. (Also: Quincy named his first born son George Washington Adams.) I think veto should officially be changed to Call Bullshit On. I don’t think George W. Bush likes to call bullshit on things. Does having a father who wields the authority of Dad privately and the authority of President publicly lend itself to a fear of calling bullshit on numerous things deserving of the appellation?

If the Democrats had their own gay escort pseudonymous reporter with a reputation for tax fraud and working on the inside, I would hasten to think it might be a good idea to put a note in his hand with the message: "ask bush why he's afraid to call bullshit on anything"

Mr. Lif’s Emergency Rations makes me wish I was in a big city where I could keep up on all the neologisms in place during a given month for indicating excessively pleasurable/admirable musical attributes. This CD – well, the first four songs on the CD, which is all I’ve heard of it – is, among other things:

Nouns/Noun-type things:

Phlebotomy incarnated through music

Sisyphus’s solution

Soul-trench

Adjectives/Other:

Hot

Bad (as in good)

On the “in need of scrutiny” list of at least seven employees of the Dept of HL Security

“Radio” in substance, but guerilla in spirit

Verbs:

Perpetrated

Unensconced

Depravated

(my buddy zach is a studio engineer and purportedly one of Chicago’s best lovers [exclusively with chicks though], and some of his clients are ontologically authentic hip-hoppers. Evidently “radio” is a term repeatedly invoked to indicate the degree to which a song’s hook tears into the lips of the listeners it tries to lure. As in: “Drop that beat the first time it runs through, and bring it back. [track is played; heads begin to nod]. Yeah, yeah – that shit’s radio.” )_

The morning crawls on.