OK. I’m done with politics, I’m done with arguing over politics, and I’m done with people who think arguing over politics accomplishes anything.
Or until I recover.
I just strolled down to the local cigar shop to pick up a Java Maduro and whilst there was subjected to a teevee ad for a new show: “Keeping Up With the Kardashians”.
I know just enough about those hoes to realize that this will not be a nice little uplifting show about how an Armenian family fights to keep up appearances and their jewellery shop in a Brooklyn neighborhood infested with Wal-Marts.
When the way being a notorious titty-monster plays out in this country is that people reward you with a teevee show and more money than Paris Hilton inherited, we are doomed. And Ignatius J. Reilly was right all along.