Raaaaaaah
Purr, purr.
It’s still too early to let fly with the invective, plenty of time to continue, for example, roasting the Spring Street Spivs; too horrible to contemplate just yet.
Must say, will have to stick with the Nostrilsdamus punditry. Conrad came through. In a pub midday as the early counting came through and it was clear even then, Bush had kicked Kerry black and blue from one end of the U.S. to the other, the numbers of Republicans taking Senate seats told as did the early Electoral College votes, a massive 156 to a tiny anthill’s worth of 112.
NBC’s coverage was being broadcasted and couldn’t make head nor tail of it.
For NBC, the `exit polling was telling’. I was bamboozled by `stastistics’ such as:
Break down for those who voted for Kerry:
reasons
1 lah de bloody dah 45%
2 75%
3 32%
4 67%
Repeated for bush who scored lower. Trouble is, just adding up Kerry’s `exit poll’ count shows, NBC was full of bullshit. It told.
While it was still early into the tallying of votes, it was all over , the numbers which counted, votes for Bush, those for Kerry, and the killing numbers of the Electoral College showed Bush had kicked the behind of a moose. There was no need to see more, not that one was going to sit in a pub all day watching the count. None the less, NBC, insisted , it was close and Bush had, one jock declared, most likely lost. NBC should contemplate replacing jocks with amoebas for brains with those who are possessed of at least triple celled bacteria for brains - if there’s such a thing as a triple celled bacterium. ( Following Ilibcc below, Phuc Phil is the amoebic type, someone should return him to his natural habitat, a deep subterranean cave and tell him to fucking well stay there).
Bob must be feeling a bit frisky now, the Kerry Moose is in some isolated frozen wilderness cooling its backside.
Besides all that, I landed some fine Atlantic Salmon, the thrust of which is just that, they are wire guided Inter Continental Ballistic Missiles on the end and the only question in doubt is: Can I stop him or do I have to swim one armed dogg paddle but a fast one ( the other hand is for keeping a grip on the rod) after the metal cylinder of nitro glycerine fuelled muscle. I lost one several years ago, at least 20 lbs. You could tell, it shot out of the water three times, clearing the surface by a good five feet and , for good measure, tail walked.Bloody heck, no need to go marlin fishing. Chaps nearby were just like me, gob smacked, jaws fallen off the hinges. Wearing insulating material is good advice, hook up on one of those and 240 volts shoot up all the way from hook to shoulder blade and down the spine ( I can vouchsafe it , having once enjoyed some current jolting the arm form a faulty electrikity aplliance, the sensations are exactly the same) and, yes, the teeth do a lively St. Vitus’ jig.
Now, for the rest of the day, one has to fight the temptation to jump in the motor , with the trusty fly rod and waders packed, and, burn rubber all the way back to where those Titan nitro glycerine charged fighting fish dwell. Oh, yes, sigh, just can’t stop sighing.
Post a Comment