Mrs Morrison's Hotel
The 100% personal official blog for Patricia Kennealy Morrison, author, Celtic priestess, retired rock critic, wife of Jim
About Me
- Name: Patricia Kennealy Morrison
- Location: New York, New York, United States
I was born..no, wait, sorry, that's "David Copperfield". Anyway, I was born in Brooklyn, grew up on Long Island, went to school in upstate NY and came straight back to Manhattan to live. Never lived anywhere else. Never wanted to. Got a job as a rock journalist, in the course of which I met and married a rock star (yeah, yeah, conflict of interest, who cares). Became a priestess in a Celtic Pagan tradition, and (based on sheer longevity) one of the most senior Witches around. Began writing my Keltiad series. Wrote a memoir of my time with my beloved consort (Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison). See Favorite Books below for a big announcement...The Rennie Stride Mysteries. "There is no trick or cunning, no art or recipe, by which you can have in your writing that which you do not possess in yourself." ---Walt Whitman (Also @ pkmorrison.livejournal.com and www.myspace.com/hermajestythelizardqueen)
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 09, 2009
For Whom Nobel Tolls
Oooooh, the grapes are so very very sour today! Because never in the entire span of a million trillion billion universes would their little Shrub have gotten one of his very own.
Indeed, even his daddy couldn't buy him one. Oh my paws and whiskers, the utter stinging squealing chagrin of it all! Just open wide and take it, Bushbaby and company...it's good for you! And delicious for the rest of us to watch and be entertained by.
Can't you just see those little rosebud lips of his pucker up like an anus being approached by, say, a red-hot poker, like King Edward II? Yes, you can! And I bet it hurts even more! He's having a hissy fit all over Crawford, Texas! I can feel the tremors from here as he stamps his tiny feet! Oh, the horror! Oh, the spite! And he's passing all this on like a case of the cosmic crabs to Rush and all the other little Repugsluts.
Not that they needed his inspiration to begin with, doing quite enough of that sort of thing on their own. Let 'em tear their hair plugs out! I'm sitting here with my feet up eating bon-bons and watching with delight and righteous glee.
But I'm not really surprised. These, yea verily, are the very same people who only LAST week were dancing up and down, pogo'ing in delight to see America "lose" the Olympics and putting the blame on Bam. HUH??? They're GLAD when things don't go their own country's way? And that's patriotic HOW?
Well then, they should be freakin' ECSTATIC about the wars (Bush), the economy (Bush), unemployment and job loss (BUSHBUSHBUSHBUSHBUSH). But no. Somehow, through magical Republican-white-male-Christian-rightwing "thinking", all that gets displaced to Obama...amazing how these toads can contort themselves into such positions.
And yet they're the ones who go on and on about "Bush derangement": "Oh you just say those bad things 'cause you don't like him for no reason", as Rachel Maddow points out in an excellent piece now on YouTube. What about Obama derangement, you repellent worms?
But they'll never see the beam in their own eye, just the mote in their neighbor's...that's from the Bible, so it MUST be true.
Oh, and they're the same people who aren't gonna let their kids get vaccinated against swine flu and actually TAKE THEIR KIDS TO SWINE FLU PARTIES so they can catch it and be "naturally immunized." Yeah, sure, Einstein, if your kids don't DIE OF IT.
Pity the parents can't die instead, but then they've already bred and reproduced, so perhaps this is the only way to chlorinate the gene pool. But children, even those of proven moron dirtbags, dead of swine flu is something I'm not eager to see, though...and I won't be gloating when it happens.
And, and, and they're the ones who bravely assert that they're not going to cooperate with the census! Wow, what a bold stand! So...that means they won't be officially counted as American citizens (which I, personally, don't think they are anyway), which means they won't be added into the representational mix, which means they'll have fewer people in Congress...oh, right, okay, yeah, I can live with that. Carry on.
So there's a Nobel laureate in the White House tonight, and that makes me glad. Okay, maybe it IS a bit premature, but so what? So was Desmond Tutu's: apartheid didn't fall for TEN YEARS after he got his NPP for trying to get rid of it. And lots of other people who got the Prize are in the same situation. So that dog won't hunt.
I consider this a big, giant-sized "FUCK YOU GEORGE W. BUSH, FOR THE LAST 8 YEARS!" wafted our way by the civilized side of the world. It could only be better if it came covered with chocolate sauce and fresh raspberries...
As for the turning-blue, breath-holding, foot-stomping hordes, if we can't watch them explode like shattered croissants, can we just beam them off to a nice distant planet somewhere? Failing the Rapture they're all so breathlessly anticipating, of course...