lovely, dark and deep

What is what? And who is who. Until tonight I did not know. What is a Lady Gaga? I mean. I get out a little bit. I go to the gym anyway. And see. They play this music there. Sometimes. And I heard a quite danceable number that I sort of liked. But did not know. And now. I do. That was a Lady Gaga. Yes. The song they call the Poker Face.

“Bluffin’ with my muffin?” WTF.

Anyway. Like I said. It is. Danceable. If not necessarily profound. I’m not exactly sure how one can go two years without knowing what a Lady Gaga is. But somehow. I did.

Dance music. I like that in the gym. Maybe when you’re so behind on popular culture. You can be too ahead on other things. Yes.

I’d rather fully self-enucleate my eyeballs with a rusty fork in the rest urination/defecation room of an abandoned truckstop than ever be subject to the rules of a homeowners’ wankers’ association.

And most people like to be happy-smiley and empty-headed. But what is it with people that they’re in such denial that they have to lie to themselves and call this depression a “great recession?” It’s like the myopic, happy talk real estate barkers who, in every town, everywhere, were proclaiming that it was different there, in their town, in their very special and atypically unique, very special town, that prices would not go down.

No. It wasn’t. Not different. At all. And this is no recession.

The paradigm shift has taken a giant, stinking crap on your living room floor and you still can’t smell it. Do you? Mr. Jones.

Get over it. Get out of denial. Get real.

Yet we now have our first candidate for year’s most assinine, idiotic bloviation, courtesy of outgoing Connecticut Senator Christopher Dodd:

“Dodd … said he thinks it would be a ‘travesty’ not to confirm Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke’s nomination ….”

Travesty my ass. He couldn’t possibly be more wrong.

We should be very proud. Such a pity he’s leaving the Senate.