Monday, September 22, 2003
I love a parade!
Especially if it has clowns!
Parade Magazine, that is. America was assaulted by the following cover story on its Day of Rest:
Hmmm ... 16 words ....
And a nice little plug for Pretzel Boy!
Pinning the irony meter, eh? Typical winger sanctimony, non-toxic for the body politic except when consumed in large quantities...
Parade Magazine, that is. America was assaulted by the following cover story on its Day of Rest:
How To Spot the Good Guys
(It's About People You Can Trust)
In the end, you are whom you associate with. If you run around with despicable people, the heavy odds are that you are despicable as well. ... People who give you ... dishonest answers or anything consistently destructive are to be avoided.
Hmmm ... 16 words ....
If you don't believe me, listen to George Washington ... "Associate yourself with men [sic] of quality if you esteem your own reputation, for 'tis better to be alone than in bad company."
You tell them, G.W. [typed in, since not on the Parade site]
And a nice little plug for Pretzel Boy!
Pinning the irony meter, eh? Typical winger sanctimony, non-toxic for the body politic except when consumed in large quantities...