Okay, my 12-year-old is typing this because I am forced to keep my head under the faucet to extinguish the flames from my eyes. That....SKIN!!! It's so painful. It's so...slow. It's so...
It reminds me of the first time I got 'skinned. It was in 99, surfing the old web, the one that was cooler than this one because so many of you weren't around being all newbyish and uncool to us long-timers. Someone skinned a blog I was reading and I found hundreds of tiny needles stuck in my eyes, like I had rubbed my eyes with fiberglass insulation.
Today's ruthless skinning brought the memory of that back full force. "Gaaaa," I cried. "The horror!"
And to make matters worse, there are inflammatory words behind those poisonous aesthetics. "Obama's War" indeed! Everyone KNOWS he is only pretending to not pull every last boy and girl trooper out of there so he can work miracles behind the scenes with his 9-dimensional chessboard.
I USED to like Frontline. I USED to think they were pretty cool. No longer. They've lit fires on my eyes, and tortured my President's soul unfairly. No more tote bags for me!