Wednesday, January 11, 2006



Tears of a Clown
You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are. You radiate cold shafts of broken glass. You’re nearly a good laugh, almost worth a quick grin You like the feel of steel You’re hot stuff with a hat pin and good fun with a hand gun. You’re nearly a laugh, you’re nearly a laugh but you’re really a cry
- Pink Floyd
Were the tears really necessary, Martha? Did the blatant ass kissing declaration by that mega patriot, Lindsey Graham (the man, by the way, who COACHED you husband in preparing for this hearing), really stir up that many emotions in someone as smug as yourself? What happened to the smirk that's usually pasted upon your old face as you sit oh so proudly behind your lying, question dodging, asshole fascist husband? Give us a break with the tears, Martha. Nobody cares. So please, spare us the drama.