Has her father NOT done enough harm to this country that now his progeny has seen fit to get in on the fun? Seriously, who gives a fuck what she thinks? And why are the talking heads giving her airtime?
These are questions for which I must have answers. Because, you know, there’s nothing else going on in the world, right? (eye roll)
If I believed in things like Armageddon, I’d be pretty sure we are headed there between all the pictures of oil covered birds (and I can’t even look at them – it makes my heart hurt) to corporatism reigning supreme to idiot children of of the famous spouting off like they know what they’re talking about (oh hai, Luke Russert and the aforementioned Cheney daughter) to enormous whining on the left about what Obama’s doing, is he doing it fast enough, emotional enough and how he isn’t ANYTHING like what we thought we were getting – Jeebus on a crutch. Good thing I have that all-important larger “everything happens for a reason” perspective. That’s what gets me through the day.
Speaking of which, UGH. Off to work (ha) to do a Costanza and appear busy shuffling papers. Today I am going to be working on a newsletter for PI to send out in July. If you sign up for it, you could win a free reading (email or phone call – your choice) so go there now and sign your ass up. Please and thank you.
(I’m not really this grumpy but I cannot stand seeing Liz Fucking Cheney at all and had to vent. Back to love, light, whining about less important issues and the usual Hal/Cookie lovefest another day.)