Soul Food

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   I was going to strip some of his speech as reported by the wires and post it, but I just couldn't. I was going to try and find things in his speech that I could rip apart, but I was over whelmed. I really wanted to dissect his address. But I realized that would be like dumpster diving behind a slaughterhouse. And to tell you the truth - I don't have the stomach for it. I can butcher a hog, dip it, skin it, carve it up and smoke that fat bastard all the way to Nirvana, but I ain't got the stomach to put my knife to what he said. The stink would gag me. Nothin' like the smell of rotting offal to put me off my feed. I'll tell you what, all this spending - this insane notion that throwing money at something - is going to change anything is like slathering a dead pig with BBQ sauce and thinking that will be tasty. It won't. It will taste like raw roadkill. I know, I know, times are hard, but ain't nothin' in this whole wide world is gonna make me think some hog meat - bloated and festering - knocked 20 yards off the highway by a truck full of good intentions - is gonna smoke to palatibility. It will still taste like shit. I have a saying. Life is like a shit sandwich. Put as much bread on that sucker as you can. I think that's the recipe Barack Obama is cooking up. Click the image for the details.

I think I'll smoke some turkey tomorrow.

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Comments

[Jim McFalls]

I love that pie in the sky image and have an incredible image you created with words about dumpster diving behind a slaughter house.

Thanks for not cooking up the rotten meat it could not help; perhaps when those who want to dine on his plans will realize it is rancid before enough of is eaten to cause perminant damage.

[Steel]

Thank you, Jim.

Thank you.