It's 5:33 a.m. and I'm still up, finishing a project. I've smoked so many cigarettes I smell like a canned ham. Mostly because I am so pissed about our moron president. I didn't watch his televised bullshit time, but I've been bouncing back and forth to AOL to get files from my designer. Just a bit ago, AOL had this headline at the top of its Big News Items: BUSH ORDERS TROOP CUTS. CALLS IT 'RETURN ON SUCCESS' HOW MANY WILL COME HOME?
Is that a crock, or what?
A short early morning fast disappearing rant on the B side.
This is just another in a long line of bullshit headlines from our bullshit media. AOL truly bites the big one, and this does it for me. I've had the same e-mail address with AOL since the days when you had to pay a long distance telephone bill to access the damn service (and that was when I lived in Chicago and you'd think the city would have had local access numbers right away).
Considering that most people read the headlines and skip the fine print, AOL is getting its message across: WE LIKE WAR. How in hell AOL makes money off this fiasco is beyond me -- maybe Time Warner is now running guns into Afghanistan or something.
The whole 3-line headline is a deliberate obfuscation. BUSH ORDERS TROOP CUTS. Oh, yes indeed -- everybody was fighting him on it, but by God ole Bush did the right thing, didn't he? So manly, so commander-y -- he didn't just ask, he ORDERED those troops to come home.
CALLS IT 'RETURN ON SUCCESS.' Wow. I should have gotten an MBA, I guess. If this monumental fucking fiasco can by any stretch of the imagination be called anything resembling success, then I am truly out of the loop. Maybe I'll burn my house down today for a return on my matches, or drive the car into a brick wall for a return on my insurance, or bang my head against a door just to make myself feel better than I do reading sycophantic AOL crap.
HOW MANY WILL COME HOME? Oh, geez. Who can guess? The ones who still have two legs to carry them? The ones who haven't already shipped out in body bags? The ones who just got there? Oh, lordy, AOL -- sweet purveyor of happy horseshit -- I don't know, but I sure do trust you to tell me when Commander Codpiece ORDERS YOU TO TELL US.
The clusterfuck that is George W. Bush cannot order Barney to piss on a hydrant.
Thank heavens for DailyKos and the real new media. My kingdom for this place -- where the truth about Mr. Asshole is freely proclaimed, and not one picture of Brittany Spears in her underwear is the topic of the day.
Sniff. Sniff, sniff. Yeah, canned ham all right.