Neanderpundit

Remember the movie? Liz at Half Baked Sourdough wonders where America’s Retards will focus their negative energies when W is no longer POTUS.

I’m hoping they focus them on me. I think the application of that much energy can only be a great source of power, a vast untapped reserve that even Den Beste could never have expected. And if given this power, I will only use it for good. Beginning, of course with any muslim who wants to wage war. Moving on to anyone who thinks the 9/11 events were orchestrated by the Feddle Gummint. Finally the guy at the parking garage at Mc Cormack place who won’t let me move up and park on a higher level so as to be in a space closer to the stairs. Don’t get me started on Jack Chick, that’s a whole other post.

Last day tomorrow. I think my feet may take a week to recover.

My portion has been a pretty good success- so much so, that it looks like they may use my exhibit pretty much unchanged at DMS Kansai in Japan.

All in all, we’re pretty happy. Lots of good leads. Lots of interesting possibilities. And a future so bright we have to wear shades.

So I wake up today, and do my normal surf through the channels looking for the day’s weather. On the way I see Volleyball, and I pause for a moment. Damn, these girls sure are butch. hey, one has a mustach- THESE ARE MEN!!!

Look, folks. Men do not play volleyball. OK, maybe on the beach, as an excuse to see broads in bathing suits jiggle around, and hopefully to make them slide in the sand and LOSE the suits, or parts therof, but otherwise, Volleyball is a sport to be played on TV by young girls, either in tight spandex shorts, or on the beach, in speedo suits. So old fuckers can watch the teams squatting with their hands on the tops of their thighs awaiting the serve, and marvel at the acumen of the cameraman at getting the shots we all want most to see.

Get it right. And get these thin, muscled nancyboys off the screen and into their bedrooms blowing each other where they belong.