it was written down
here is a song to listen to while you fuck off at work on Monday morning. maybe you should get a coffee; it’s early.
are you a coffee person? I’m not, really. but if breakfast is being had, pancakes and eggs over easy and grits and the like, then I’m down for some coffee. yes ma’am. no cream, no sugar. just jet black.
it’s been a heavy week. I am gassed, and it’s only Monday that’s gonna begin for me in about eight hours.
but before I go: who’s hyped for the trial of the century? Khalid Sheikh Mohammed (the Ron Jeremy of terror), a handful of other vicious zealots who probably deserve to spend the rest of their days getting zapped in the balls at a CIA black site, and a nonstop media frenzy. I cannot wait for this fuckin’ thing to get going, I really can’t. this shit, I fathom, will be fascinating.
and it will be just, as well, because regardless of what some might say, I’m of the opinion that you can’t keep a motherfucker locked up for a decade without ever trying him. because this is America, goddamnit. doesn’t that phrase count for something anymore?
