recycling day
I am so happy that tomorrow morning the recycling trucks are coming. Not because I feel some civic smugness about "doing my part for the environment." I'd bet money, rather, that there's just some other landfill somewhere else that holds all my carefully-sorted waste.
No, I am thrilled to be rid of this lot, as half of it consists of campaign literature--if I can disgrace the word literature to describe the glossy patriotic filth that was shoved through the mail slot every single day for months. My mother-in-law is happy too; she works for the post office, and it's been busier than Christmas there with all the tripe going out. It's all classified as First Class Post, so it has to be in and out the same day, and they've been working around the clock, carriers breaking their backs, with twice as much stuff circulating.
I honestly didn't read much of it at all. D, responsible citizen that he is, read most of it and put it in a neat pile. What's the point, though? I'd sooner get truth from The Globe or Soap Opera Weekly. At least they don't have an incentive to seriously demonize anyone but the Villain of the Week, and that merely serves to boost viewership. No, there's not much to learn from your average leaflet going out:
JIM SCHMUCKBERGER HATES YOUR CHILDREN [picture of cute child playing innocently with simple blocks]. (Turn over leaflet to see in bold print, and photoshopped picture of Schmuckberger training at an al Qaeda camp:)
Jim Schmuckberger is the father of lies. In his 2-year term of office, he has consistently voted to turn your local school into a death camp, received campaign contributions from Wahabbi terrorists, and when he's not luxuriating in his taxpayer-funded yacht, he's drinking goat blood in a pentagram made of baby skulls. Is this really the best we can do?
Vote for John Shiney. He alone can pull us from the abyss in which we find ourselves. As your new county councilman, he will single-handedly end the war on terror, negotiate peace with North Korea, and unveil his breakthrough research to cure cancer once and for all. All with one stem cell from his beloved comatose grandmother's eyelashes.
John Shiney. The clear choice for County Council.
Below is a cartoon I found on one of my favorite sites to visit, Daryl Cagle's Professional Cartoonist's Index. If you're ever unsure of what's in the news, just browse the "daily cartoons" section and find out everything people are talking about, without the constant tickertape across the bottom, idiotic raving (mostly), and self-satisfied vultures crooning about the latest national tragedy. It's probably the only site that can honestly call itself "fair and balanced."
No, I am thrilled to be rid of this lot, as half of it consists of campaign literature--if I can disgrace the word literature to describe the glossy patriotic filth that was shoved through the mail slot every single day for months. My mother-in-law is happy too; she works for the post office, and it's been busier than Christmas there with all the tripe going out. It's all classified as First Class Post, so it has to be in and out the same day, and they've been working around the clock, carriers breaking their backs, with twice as much stuff circulating.
I honestly didn't read much of it at all. D, responsible citizen that he is, read most of it and put it in a neat pile. What's the point, though? I'd sooner get truth from The Globe or Soap Opera Weekly. At least they don't have an incentive to seriously demonize anyone but the Villain of the Week, and that merely serves to boost viewership. No, there's not much to learn from your average leaflet going out:
JIM SCHMUCKBERGER HATES YOUR CHILDREN [picture of cute child playing innocently with simple blocks]. (Turn over leaflet to see in bold print, and photoshopped picture of Schmuckberger training at an al Qaeda camp:)
Jim Schmuckberger is the father of lies. In his 2-year term of office, he has consistently voted to turn your local school into a death camp, received campaign contributions from Wahabbi terrorists, and when he's not luxuriating in his taxpayer-funded yacht, he's drinking goat blood in a pentagram made of baby skulls. Is this really the best we can do?
Vote for John Shiney. He alone can pull us from the abyss in which we find ourselves. As your new county councilman, he will single-handedly end the war on terror, negotiate peace with North Korea, and unveil his breakthrough research to cure cancer once and for all. All with one stem cell from his beloved comatose grandmother's eyelashes.
John Shiney. The clear choice for County Council.
Below is a cartoon I found on one of my favorite sites to visit, Daryl Cagle's Professional Cartoonist's Index. If you're ever unsure of what's in the news, just browse the "daily cartoons" section and find out everything people are talking about, without the constant tickertape across the bottom, idiotic raving (mostly), and self-satisfied vultures crooning about the latest national tragedy. It's probably the only site that can honestly call itself "fair and balanced."
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