So things just went up a notch in the good department down here in the 'cane ravaged wastelands of purgatory, a Starbucks has opend up. Now the sun shines a little brighter and the air smells a little sweeter.
A quick update on the hurricane situation down here, it turns out that most of Florida below Lake Okeechobee, (that's the big hole in the middle of the state you see on the map) lost power after the fierceness of Wilma, (cause she was fierce like this dragon), but except for sporadic locations here in my fair town, we all had power and minimal damamge. I guess even the sun shines on this old dog's ass once and a while.
One last thing, and I'm sure this will start a firestorm from the right side of the blog, but, I hope if the charges in which Karl Rove and Scooter Libby (Scooter, nice nick-name, ya sissy) are being accused of are true, and they find there way into the Oval Office that this congress, which was so quick to lynch Bill Clinton for lying about a blow job (which techinically, if you read the transcript, he never actually lied about), will be ready and able to impeach this President who seems to keep surronding himslef with absolute moronic power mongers who are self righteous enough to defend their bosses war by outing a CIA agent. No wonder our intelligence community can't seem to do anything right, they are too busy looking over their shoulders for the president's flunkies to out them like they were Sherly Swoopes.
The only thing is that Sheryl said she wasn't always gay, I mean she was married and has an 8-year old kid, but now she is gay, apparently. Sorry hon' you're not gay, you're bisexual (if that lifestyle choice even really exists), you don't get the dental plan.