Thanks Teakwoodkite and rwc. I’ll try not to react to the trolls.

When I was 9, our family dog was hit by a car, and killed, at the time our basement had this really peculiar smell, out of the ordinary.

So I always associate that smell with a dog’s death, a Proustian thing, I call it, strangely enough, “dead dog smell.”

And I swear I just smelled it, even though I have no dog.

Sorry, I guess it’s off to bed.

Last night, I dreamt about a huge obese pig wearing a bell hop uniform far too small for him, I hope I don’t dream it tonite.

I always think of that scene in MASH where nurse meg craddy refers to the brass at Henry’s court martial hearing as “high priced bell hops.”

he will never put our country’s national security on the line

How can you make that assertion?

Wow, I’d disagree.

Failing I would suppose…

Either that, or the drugs…

See, too ,much McDonald’s rots your brain, next thing you know, you’re using “strunk and white” as a defense when you’re humiliated, and it’s all downward from there…

You’re brave though, I’d be afraid others were setting me up, using a SHOWN dependence on logical fallacies, against me…

Fools rush in where even stupider angel wannabes fear to tread…

Or something like that…

The Democratic Party can’t win with just “eggheads and African-Americans

I read it initially as “egg mcmuffins,” the democratic party can’t win with fast food from Mcdonalds.

Cheney has proven no one can.

Vote Clinton.