Thursday, December 10, 2009
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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Barack Obama is rotten to the core. At this juncture I look forward to Palin as President, as at least she found a way for the Alaskans to benefit from Prudhoe Bay. Goddamn I never thought I'd write a sentence like that last one!!