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2003-09-23 | 11:16 p.m.
corduroy licorice liked to get to concerts 3-4 hours early when the stadium parking lot was empty. that way he could have his pick of the wide open spaces.
some real news goodies from this week's harper's magazine e-mail:
"president bush defended his latest 'relaxation' of the clean air act and said that letting companies pollute more will lead to cleaner air."
"the national park service confirmed that the face of mount rushmore is moving."
"canada's government-grown medical marijuana was getting very poor reviews."
"danish scientists discovered that women who drink wine have an easier time getting pregnant."
"governor gray davis of california said that california has 'people from every planet.'"
last night i caught part of "a conversation with the president" on some network tv channel. i could only stand to watch it for a few minutes, but did get a good laugh when dubya declared himself a man of peace. he then went on to describe how the rug design in front of his oval office desk showed an eagle clutching a clawful of olive brances on one side and a clawful of arrows on the other. he pointed out how the eagle's head was facing the olive branch-wielding claw, but only because it had enough arrows in his right claw to cover its ass.
while watching, i tried to figure out what makes dubya look so damn stupid and there's something about his close-set eyes and crookedly curled lips that do evoke the primate set, as many "separated at birth"-type photo comparisons have illustrated. anyway. this made me think of a song. or rather, inspired a reworking of the lyrics of an existing song.
here is my offering below. to be sung to the tune of kim carnes' immortal trademark ditty: "bette davis eyes."
"creepy simian eyes"
his hair is brillo gray
he turns his logic off
and he'll trick you
he ignores what opponents say
he bought his job in key west
he'll expose you
take a peek at these - (c) 2000-2003 nictate:
quibbling with quitherfeather
catcher in the wry