Tuesday, April 29, 2008
executions and such
Venus is frankly confused by this brouhaha.
It was a zero sum, and then again, the zero sum is always the most difficult one. That is why the Mayas, Indians and Arabs had a zero, and the Europeans (and it turns out, the Supremes) didn't. Venus confesses a rejected attempt to file amicus curiae. Venus has had plenty of those three-part lethal cocktails, part vodka, vermouth and bitter, and vive le royal headache the morning after--that's what makes them lethal in the first place! Venus infers somebody had a hang over at the Suprème, tout court! "Off with their heads."
On to the more recent things, and we countenance again how that Mr O goes uh-oh right when he should be thinking Wright. Now Venus thinks (sometimes Venus does), that this disavowal sounds too much like Peter before dawn (apostasy, it is called where Venus came from) and it is not entirely befitting to the type of O, the oh! if you will, who our darling senator wants to be.
A certain someone said that in the middle of the road there is nothing but yellow stripes and dead armadillos, and Venus must add that it's also dead skunks, and that those stink. Mr O, do not disavow who you are, that's why Venus liked you in the first place. (Particularly because people that make obscene amounts of money should be concentrating on spending it all to repeal the recession, rather than trying to get a relatively low-paying job.)
Ah, anyways, it's all such a blood sport that Venus feels like a Bloody Mary, off with her head, dammit.