Two blogs down I outlined my Laffy Taffy Lyrics experiment, which was, in short, to place those words in my blog and see if it increased my "hits".  Well, I'm here to tell you that it (or my brilliant writing) took me from about 4.000 or so total viewings to over 6,500 in a couple of weeks.  Probably about a thousand of those are mine. I always get 0 comments, so anyone who happens to read any of this, feel free to just say hi, or something.

This is a very exciting time for our country.  Tomorrow, the goddamned chickens start roosting for the Bushies.  Surely that ignorant "Scooter" Libby will be indicted.  If Fitzgerald (or is it Fitzpatrick?) has any chutzpah, we'll also see Rover grinning and waving as he exits the White House in disgrace.

Dare we hope for the trifecta?  How about Cheney as an unindicted co-conspirator!  Nah, too iffy there, but you never know.  I'm reading a great, unusual book, Fooled by Randomness, by some Wall Street guy and Ivy League teacher- he says it's all random and all luck.  So maybe a Black Swan is heading Dickhead Cheney's way.

So W. is snippy and depressed and has started to drink again.  Well, that's too damned bad, isn't it.  Two thousand officially dead American soldiers today, and no one cares, except the families and a few liberal freaks.  You can bet your ass that no one in the White House gives a flying fuck.  They'll say they do, but they can't even fake it well.  You'd think we could at least elect a President who could lie effectively.  He is the MBA President isn't he?  They can all lie until the cows come home without batting an eye (oh, that's right- he wasn't a good student).

He was a cheerleader though, wasn't he- and those were the days when male cheerleaders were gay.  Maybe he can figure out a way to cheer up those 2,000 families, if he's not too busy trying to cheer up Rover and Scooter, or getting knee-walking drunk.