Orgy

It's an opulent orgy of veritable Lounge delights!

Item One: The Zombie

She is the sub-living undead. In debt, and losing in every possible tally, behind in delegates, behind in states, behind in the popular vote. She has no hope of winning. Greedy and divisive, though, like her lizard-like husband before her, she can think only of herself.

Fuck the party!

Fuck the country!

Fuck the world!

Clinton Uber Alles! Zieg Heil!

So, now, she has openly proposed the nuclear annihilation of Persia. Yes, that's right. She has openly advocated the instigation of global ballistic thermo nuclear hostilities with Iran. That is her 11th hour solution. That, my Clinton-supporting friends is your candidate. And it is a megalomaniac in a state of sheer desperation.

This country is ready for a female President. She, simply, is not that woman. Just like Jesse Jackson was not the right African American.

So, to my friends in Pennsylvania, all two of you, this is your hour. This is your opportunity to put an end to the partisan hemorrhaging. If we are going to stop Cheney and Rove and Bush and Aramco and King Abdullah and the Bin Laden family and Northrup and Halliburton and all the rest, then we must first stop Hillary.

She refuses to accept the inevitable, and she further weakens any chances that we and Obama have against the well-armed right.

Pennsylvania, you must stop her. You must staunch the flow. You must destroy the zombie. A single decisive blow will do it. A simple 51% majority. Even if you love her, it's time to send her a message. It's time do the smart thing.

Item Two: The Second Coming

Once before, we have been graced by his presence in this state. He descended through the clouds, as if upon the backs of cherubim. Yet, no, it was only a 737.

Dr. B is coming to town, and I know y'all want to lay hands upon him. Now, I'm not attesting to the rumor that he has magical healing abilities, but you can be sure I will be rubbing the hem of his garment.

Booze and strippers, for certain will be upon the menu. In fact, I suspect that the Saturday of his tenure will be the date of a legendary stripper safari. And yes, all of you are invited.

"When?" you may ask.

June, it seems, June 6-9, unless for some unforeseen reason, plans change. So, mark your calendars now. Plan for poker. Plan for drinking. Plan for an unholy hoedown of mystical proportions. The Dentist is coming to town.

Item Three: Did Someone Say "Orgy?"

And, just what was all this about an Orgy??

I've been wondering lately, just what happened to the good old fashioned Orgy party? I suppose you used to hear about them. Back in the age of Disco and key parties.

You know, Orgies. Groups like-minded consenting adults, hooking up, getting high and losing their clothes. I mean, who doesn't enjoy naked fun time? Who doesn't enjoy pleasure?

Yet, somehow, those days have gone the way of the rotary telephone. sure, there are any number of hangups, risks and complications, but really, how has human nature let this hot button to the pleasure center lapse? I dunno know. I just don't know.




Of course, leave it to the Japanese to sterilize, sort, and organize such a perfectly prurient pleasure...