Back to the Future

I am not even going to apologize for the hiatus. It was, what it was. Actually, I was ducking the "intelligence gathering" that your boy "Shrub" has the Nice Secret Agent group collecting. I am not trying to show up on any lists. Especially since I live "up the street." Then again, the way they are Ben Vereening email, phone lines and library cards, it probably doesn't even matter. It is actually kind of sickening and I am tempted to purposely say shit that registers down there in Ft. Meade. Kind of like the way I used to say stupid stuff on the phones at my old company cause I know they had somebody listening. Or at the very least, recording the convos for listening at a later date. They used to feed us the same thing they are feeding us about Pat Act- We are a secured building and it is in the name of "safety."

There is word that someone at my current company is monitoring my internet activity including this blog and my email traffic. If so, I am already up the creek with no paddle. Why stop now?

It's not that I have some kind of death wish, but "Shrub" has made it apparent that he and his carpet-bagging brigade are going to do whatever they want. Why shouldn't I? In which case, enough of "Operation Code Words."

Seriously, people can't even Google "Tig O' Bitties" without it popping up on someone's list? Is porn the new way that Bin Laden and terrorists are pushing their propaganda? Maybe they are going to "24" us with some silicone-laced breasts. We all know Jack Bauer has problems doing his job and having a love life, so Bin Laden has come with the ultimate distraction- breasts! How could Bauer save us with 44DDs on the brain? How can he question alleged terrorists with cleavage the size of Sherman Clump's crack?

Maybe Bush just wants someone else to do the "research," so the First Lady doesn't catch him with a history full of porn links in his browser. If that is the case, why not just tap Kirk Franklin's computer? He's the admitted porn-a-holic.

*takes a moment to "Stomp" in the name of the Heavenly Father, while all the people say...*

Hell, why not holla at R. Kelly. He has proved you can partake in child porn, record and publish it and end up singing the National Anthem at a boxing match with steppers and ad libs like, "Come on people, clap your hands!" All while you haven't gone to trial on charges derived from the molestation tapes. What is more American than that?

Whatever the case is, I figure I am going to keep flexing my right to free speech until it is revoked next week. Or until I am mysteriously found on the side of the road with crack sprinkled on me and the gun that was used to kill Kennedy, MLK and David Palmer.

Just for the record: If yall hear that I committed suicide by jumping off of anything. Know for a fact that it is a lie! I don't do heights like Palestinians lining up to see 'Munich!'