The week, I mean.
Since Friday is almost gone, I thought I'd do something new. I'm going to recap the week by listing the five things I'm officially tired of.
And the countdown begins . . .
5) Swift Boat Vets for Truth. They're back with another ad, and they're still pissed at John Kerry. Thanks to them, and to the oversaturation of their message in the media, I know more about swift boats and burning rice shrapnel wounds to the ass than I ever needed to.
4) Paris Hilton. Today, I saw that she and Lance Bass are going to star in a remake of The Great Gatsby called Jay G., and it wasn't hard to imagine that this was the exact moment that the whole damn world just jumped the shark.
3) North Korea. Was it an explosion or wasn't it? Was it a meteor? Was it just gas? You don't have to be embarassed - just 'fess up before we panic and go nuc-u-lar on you.
2) Every asshat that stands in front of the Santa Barbara County Courthouse screaming "We love you Michael!" He is a pedophile. It is regarded as bad form to cheer pedophiles and other criminals. And don't give me that "innocent until proven guilty" crap, because I firmly believe in "where there's smoke, there's fire." By that criteria, MJ's been having himself a twenty-year-long weenie roast.
1) Dan Rather. He's dug himself a nice hole, and now he insists on pissing in it. Just make it stop so we can go back to the real news. Like the Scott Peterson trial.
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