st. patty's day... what's so happy about it?

thank god i fell off the wagon a couple of year's ago and climbed my whiskey ass back on it. now i can be sober and weary-eyed with the threat of war. while everyone else is downing irish whiskey in the name of, "st. patty who?" i can drive home from work testing my tolerance for listening to an inarticulate ass trying to tell the country that he wants saddam to, "disharm." my god does his voice grate. "disharm." of course, i couldn't stomach much of his address on npr and had to listen to cheap trick, instead. but then, the ignorant d.j. had to ruin my listening experience by saying something as trite as, "if george bush had a song request right now, it would be something to tell saddam, 'who's the boss, now?'" prior to playing a track from the who??!!! how dare he!!! you wanna know who the boss is, (or who during these shitty political times, i wish were the boss) TONY DANZA! how dare this jock use the who in vain!!! (i curse him).

dubya's giving saddam 48 hours to get out of town. i'd like to give dubya half an hour to spare us his yosemite sam routine and head his ass to some local pub. maybe he should get off the wagon (if he hasn't already), start off with around of six glasses of guiness and top it off with a couple of long island iced teas. that should make him miss his deadline.

gosh... i sound bitter. bitter? party of one? bitter?