| As God is my Witness, I will never live in a slum again! |
| Hello, duckies, as well as anyone else who's bothered to follow the tale so far (freaks, our friends, the terminally bored, etc.). When one saga ends, another begins. Our Gregory is making his way thru this life in a more private way...as is certainly his prorogrative. I love and miss him, but we all must find our path ourselves in these times, made none the easier by the Reign of George the Second (or as i prefer to think of him, as Shrub the Simple, not to mention Mean). It's been said to fear a man who has read one book. Not being sure our President is literate, I say fear a man who surrounds himself with men who have read one book. And that married a woman to read him a book. I'm sure that WAS a difficult decision. Oh, well, don't worry, George. Your wife Laura is so skilled at covering the signs of acute chronic alcoholism that she looks wonderful, and if you wait a few minutes, surely she'll finally pass out and you can enjoy your conjugal rights without all that annoying chatter. Funny that the Idea of Prez holding congress with someone resembling a corpse somehow seems appropriate. As much blood as he has on his hands, one would think fucking the dead is a cherished personal goal. And it's not a good idea to compare Iraq to Vietnam. It took a couple of decades to create that unacceptable situation. Curious George has managed the same in less than three years. Thank God he's convinced he knows he's doing the right thing for America. Meanwhile in the homeland, jobs are so scarce that truckers and others are actually going to work in Iraq to keep the mortgage paid. Not all of them are coming home unscathed. Perhaps all of this would be easier to swallow had the man won a clear mandate from the people of this country back in 2000, instead slipping into control of this great land by virtue of the contested result of a wack election process. And having just an inkling of a plan for the aftermath of removing Saddam, instead of leaving a vaccum of power in a complex, religiously and politically diverse, and by the way well-educated population, just kind of seemed like a 'gimme.' Those of us who thought the was on Iraq was wrong and never had anything to do with the showboat War on Terrorism, are left with no option but to continue to work for a better day, and cry at each photo of a young soldier cut down before his or her life had a chance to really begin. We can end this...we just have to keep on keeping on. Hell, we're all too broke to do anything but go to a political rally. Thanks again, Shrub. Kiss the corpse for me, and lay out her Alka-Seltzer by the bedside table while you're at it. Small wonder your kids drink like fishes. When the link below is active, it will lead you to my (mel's) own website. I'm closing down the continuing storyline for the Manhattan Tallulahs, as the saga of each of our lives at this point should be related by each of us individually. Gregory, as a personal note, you have been a wonderful, twisted, demanding and loving episode of my life. The Tallulah Tour has indeed been fabulous, and may all that is strong in the universe smile on you, comfort you, and strenghten you in times of trouble, and reward you when troubles pass. I will never forget your presence or our unique bond. Godspeed. |