And so it begins:
Incidentally, I really don't think people got what I was saying yesterday and read all the nuance out of it to reduce it to "we have to be nicer," which I never said at all.I do worry that some angry lunkheads will camera-hog and take the spotlight off of more persuasive, better-informed questioners. But I'm a fan of the jeering and hooting of evasive answers and lies.
Fuck poker, I am now Madame Velo, the Gyspy pyschic, medium, seer, visionary, palm-reader, spiritualist, transcendentalist, Ram Dassian, Raelian, seancer, necromancer, Wiccan, animist, humanist, crystal pimp, New Ager, tea leaf reader, entrail extrapolator, diviner, ball gazer, toad-boiler, newt-blinder, and ensorcelor.
I can see them walk backs from the nose bleed section. Or the security spook room at the Bellagio.
Sorry, Ace. You just happen to be in the ironsights this week. I love you, man, I really do. Next week I'll probably be back to chinchilla farming, or seated urination for men. Noble causes, both.
Guess that traffic counter dropped like a brick.
Posted by: apotheosis at August 12, 2009 7:33 PMYou think? Now I feel bad. Should I walk it back?
Posted by: Velociman at August 12, 2009 8:24 PMAce must have seen this
Posted by: Danger at August 13, 2009 4:13 AMAce is a good guy, but sometimes I wonder if he has splinters in his taint from straddling fences. The time for civility is fucking over.
What I find ironic and very sad that a lot of the people at these town halls are the same people that delivered Europe from Fascism. Now in the winter of their years they are fighting it at home.
Instead of Wal-Mart bourbon you might want to look into this:
http://www.homedistiller.org/
The appellation you were looking for is extispex.
Posted by: ThomasD at August 18, 2009 1:42 AM