I"m quite sure it won"t, until the end of course.
You got La-goyo-vich taking time out to return to his roots before the grand indictment " visit the Mouse. Ya know, everything around here is Mickey mouse these days. Oops. I mean, "F%$#, I can"t go see that dam mouse now!" (This guy is really a moonlighting John Travolta with a bad makeover.)
Then there"s the G6 or 7 or 120 or WETF that number is nowadays. Ol" smiley boy with his scared out of his mind yet I know what I"m doing oh %$#!~ I have to give them a return on their investment, President Obama (which we all really know he"s not legally allowed to be our pres, no?). You got all these world leaders in there tea-time orgy of world affairs with the media touting it as a "New World Order", (wow, now where have I heard that term before? hmmmmm""".), sitting around (well, actually standing around looking photogenic), smelling each others" smoked oyster coffee tea last night"s stale scotch gosh I drank too much breath, thinking, WTF are you doing here? Oh yea, you must be part of the NWO, now how do I assassinate you? Wait!
Michelle spoke to the littlen"s in London. All is solved!
But I digress.
Back to the actual question at hand".
Remember that movie where what"s-his-name went to the locker in the airport (or bus station maybe?) and there were all these little tiny aliens living/partying in this tiny little locker waiting for the return/salvation of their leader? This is the scene where they do actually finally receive their salvation by the return of their master/leader. You ever wonder why these little idiots waited that long without revolt? Without a second thought of just righting matters? Without once thinking that they could actually think for themselves.
Strange parallel don"t you suppose? Even the upright thinking folk are secretly "hoping" bama will pull this off. My comment to that would lead us into these lyrics by my favorite band, The Tragically Hip:
When the drugs quit you
as loyal as a fruit fly you'll mutter to yourself,
'you talentless f@!#, good f#@$%!^ luck
Good f#@$%!^ luck'
I conclude with a couple more riffs from my The Hip.
He said, 'f this' and 'f that'
and this guy's the diplomat
stares into the blur of the tuner lights
It can't be Nashville every night
He said, 'we are what we lack'
and this guy's the autodidact
stares into the glare of them TV lights
It can't be Nashville every night
It quits you in situ
and here it begins
Forget the fragments, why in God"s name did Michelle touch THE QUEEN????????
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We were made by God and for God, and until you figure that out, life isn't going to make sense.
If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a civilization, it expects what never was and what never will be.
Where will it stop?
