Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Chicks, cars, and the Third World War

I occasionally awake in a panic, chilled and shaken like my favorite martini.

Afraid, yet oddly unsure of what I should fear…

Perhaps mosquitoes and the vile West Nile, or Iraq, our feathered friends and the Avian Flu, Iran, lepers, Bush, rabid wombats, homosexuals, devious little dolphins, a genetically engineered band of devil-worshipping serial killers or a sasquatch type thing.

Or perhaps just the voices…

A time when technology and warning labels have made life simple enough for the most moronic to survive, even to thrive and advance to positions of power and fame. We really don’t need the looming doom of the birds and the African bees to threaten us, we seem perfectly capable of genocide on our own. God forbid someone should remove the warning label from the nuclear device.

Hezbollah and Hellfire, but someone find me a hand-basket.

5 Comments:

Blogger extraspecialbitter said...

my kingdom for a handbasket! hell - during a nuclear holocaust one would think it far more valuable than a horse, a hawk or a hand saw...

7:28 PM  
Blogger LeeLoreya said...

...or indeed hiring a humorous hitman that would sing hymns about the horror of his surroundings.


however, a hat will certainly be more useful.

3:16 AM  
Blogger Stupid Beautiful said...

Oh, Hello.

12:43 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Universal panic. Never mind the handbasket - I'll take the elevator, please.

The House Of Sinking Ships

7:31 PM  
Blogger mcbickle said...

cats getting tongues. witch's brew. where the hell are you?

1:40 AM  

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