Friday, August 26, 2011

Storm Porn....

Years back, oh so often, I would be hit by a pornado of naked breasts and pelvises while searching for a vendor at work. An innocent misplaced request for medical record chart holders once sent me pop-ups that lasted 10 minutes, as I aimed and struck X's like a marksman. The unexpected casual observer would avert their eyes...but could not help but notice. Pop-ups were a fact of life...a fact that, I'm sure, ended careers or, at least, changed their paths. They were a kind of "Porn Storm." Now, every news channel has cranked up their broadcast of "Storm Porn." And it is addictive...not unlike the urge to see death at the racetrack. Irene is the villain today. No naked breasts. And signs along her target proclaim a sweeter, calmer time. Good night they say to her. So here's to sweetness: 

Monday, August 22, 2011

The oxymoron....

Compassionate republicans...a small mind
A big mouth and ? which to open...which to shut.