I don't know who this jerk is, but he's using my name in order to spam the diaries with his peacenik bullshit!
Just kidding, it's me.
While you're here, though, I do have a question about the series. If there are roughly 50,000 to 100,000 dead or injured due to the mess in Iraq, that means that if I pay respects to only one of them per day, it'll take me close to 300 years to do them all. If I exclude the Iraqi dead and injured, plus the NGOs and foreign coalition members, it'd take well over 30 years.
Wow, it would take something like 35 years to pay respects to U.S. soldiers who were killed, injured, or became seriously ill while in combat in Iraq, assuming that I do only one per day. Plus, if you figure we get one more dead and probably 10 more injured or sick each day, I'll never get this project done!
Now I'm pissed.
I did sorta flood the diaries today. Ya know what? Tough poop for those who didn't like it. I've seen a lot more misuse of the diaries than reminding kossacks about five out of 50,000 people who have been maimed or killed in this ridiculous fucking war.
In the midst of all the polling, caucus-mania and no-stick scandals, we can lose sight of the most important story of all... a whole bunch of people are dying or being crippled for life because the moron running this quickly deteriorating country is a lying cocksucking worthless piece of soulless dog shit! (No offense to soulless dog shit. Really... is there any other kind?) And frankly, Americans don't give a rat's ass, because we are a bunch of retards. There, I said it.
You may not be a retard, but the fifteen retards in your office cancel you out. Your twenty-five retarded neighbors with "Give 'em Hell Bush!" bumperstickers cancel you out. Your retarded congressman cancels you out BIG TIME.
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Wow.
I was all happy ten minutes go. I was coming down here to see what was happening on Kos get some work done, and I dropped a full bowl of homemade salsa down the newly carpeted (white, of course) stairs. It's on the back of the TV and all over the walls. It's on the fucking living room ceiling! How the hell did that happen? I have to go clean it up and I don't want to, and then I get grief about Keeping It Real... the best thing I've done on kos in a long time.
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That's okay, don't feel sorry for theoria, you old pal.
I'm okeedokee.
What the hell was I writing this for? Oh yeah. So, I will try to keep my Keeping it Real series to a lower volume, perhaps one entry for every 20 entries in the diary. That way (if you have your diary prefs set to 20) you will only see one at a time, and I will also link directly to the diary page so that you can see all of them.
What's My Fucking Problem?
George Bush, dead innocents, poblano/habanero salsa and white carpeting. And stained walls. And the TV is fucked up. (The TV is for DVDs only. We don't have "television.")
And seriously, how does a bowl of salsa spill and end up on the ceiling???