Sometimes I am asea. I know not what to write about. Whereas, most of the time, I hold myself back or write something and hide it for awhile. The last three days have been remarkable. I arise and come to my computer and there is homage to me, while I am working on an homage to TheraP. So I stare at that all day. Then the next day I wake up to one of the finest blogs anyone could read on the internet and it is Viper's (Ali) and he begins it with two words. My name. Now I am even more embarrassed. One thing about being unknown, everybody leaves you alone. If you make a mistake, who cares?

Grouch came to find me in my hermitage to ask if he could help me with my computer problems. If I knew any tech, I would explain it to him. But I will not leave him alone now.
I mean, I will get his advice. But he cannot help me with malais.

Today I wanted my name to slide into the nothingness. Like LarryH says, we only have 24 hours and we evaporate. But Anger is sometimes my favorite muse. It gets my blood churning as they say, my temperature burning and and my fingers turning on the keys.

In my state, the State of Minnesota we have had terrible people representing us in Congress and we have had saints.  One of the worst people, even over and above this Coleman fellow is Michele Bachmann. A real sicko.

"I'm a foreign correspondent on enemy lines and I try to let everyone back here in Minnesota know exactly the nefarious activities that are taking place in Washington."
or

"I would say there are probably 30 keepers of the flame over here...The main thing we can do right now is be foreign correspondents reporting to you from enemy lines."

On the issue of Obama's proposed cap-and-trade energy tax on Saturday's radio show, Representative Bachmann expanded on the war metaphor:

"I want people in Minnesota armed and dangerous on this issue of the energy tax because we need to fight back. Thomas Jefferson told us 'having a revolution every now and then is a good thing,' and the people - we the people - are going to have to fight back hard if we're not going to lose our country. And I think this has the potential of changing the dynamic of freedom forever in the United States."

This is one sick f&*^ as they say. 

This is the woman who alleged that there were people in Congress who were secretly conspiring to destroy our country during her campaign. SHE ALMOST LOST. Because of those statements. At any rate: here is an ode, to Medussa the many armed goddess who turned people to stone just by looking at her.

Michele, oh hell
These are words that
That blend together
Hell
My Michelle

You want to
You want to
You waaaant to
Lobby for the rich
You are sure the Bitch
I will say the only
Words I know that you
Understand
You're under arrest

You call for the
Armed resurrection
You seem to understand
That there is no command
By the forces that
Always seem to win
Worse than that Palin
My Michele


Michele, Oh hell
I sure do see you
As the real danger
A danger to all of us
You make me cuss
You're so worthless
That few understand
My Michele

I want you
I want you
I waaaaaant you
To really understand
The more you call
For violence
The less you
You seem to
Comprehend
The damage you can cause
My Michelle       

Michele oh hell
You're from Minnesota
Who could tell
My Michelle
The Land of the Humphrey
The Frazier
And McCarthy too
You give us only mush
You sound more like rush
Until you're gone
And the good have won
I will fight you all the way
Oh Michele

I remind you that

Paul Wellstone

Fought for everything

You deny

Oh Michelle

Smart Politics is the source for these quotes.

(Oh and if rush is a bastard, Michelle is a bitch)