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Friday, February 11, 2005

Who Is John Galt?

You know, with all the rabid blogs I read, and all the MSM I inhale, I still have no idea what this fellow "Easton Jordan" did. For all I know, he cut open a pregnant woman and lied about the casualties. I'm not even sure if I have his name right. All I know is he's a bad seed. Also, we need to privatize Social Security toot sweet - before the North Koreans loot Pakistan and suffocate the pope with a wet rag.

And what of this Churchill fellow, running his mouth? Phoney witches were drowned for less.


Blogger Janet A. Roesler said...

I don't have room here for a full explanation about Eason Jordan, but don't think I don't know all the particulars. Send me a self-addressed stamped.... barrel, and I'll write down all the sordid details for you some day when I'm not busy lolly-gagging and fiddle-farting around.

11:39 PM  
Blogger noisy ghost said...

Well, this Eason Jordan guy announced that he was going to marry his longtime sweetie, Camilla Parker Bowles. But, then it came out that he may have a thing for young boys because he showed Corey Feldman nudie pictures. He made the whole thing worse by throwing a baby out of a car and saying that our soldiers were purposely killing journalists in Iraq. Very juicy stuff. I can't believe you missed it.

5:51 AM  
Blogger ironcross11 said...

John Galt was the first sane man. Easton Jordan is Jane Fonda's ex-husband's ex-whipping boy and the dainty fruit to Dan Rather's bull fruit. Welcome to the meat counter. Would you like some tripe?

7:56 PM  
Blogger NostraDumbAss said...

Where you be? While some may be relieved at your lack of recdent posts, some of us live for you insignts. My life has turned to being like a ship without a rudder. If you're sick, get well. If you're well, post. (please)

11:36 AM  
Blogger Tisha from Texas said...

Now I don't feel so stupid - I don't know the Eason Jordan situation other than the story in my head involving Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, and a ball of twine.
Great blog you have here!! I must return often. You can come see me, but it isn't as thought provoking as you, my dear.

3:39 PM  
Blogger gatsby said...

what the hell is going on in here?
where's packard.
this better not be like that time with the free heroin.
my basketball career is in shambles and my lost dog has turned up at westminster, where he's slandering me to the press.
what a terrible day.

5:20 PM  
Blogger noisy ghost said...

I was on the trolly from Red Square to Kultury Park, when I thought I saw you walking along the street. I jumped to the sidewalk, and ran through the snow, screaming your name. "Esther," I cried. "Estheeeeeerrrrr!" The cruel wind tore the words from my lips as you turned the corner and disappeared . . .

9:48 PM  

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