Still Scratching My Balls. And Smiling.

is that little sack at the bottom for some sort of steroidal clitoris? it looks like a circumcised penis. and is this a trophy for finishing first in some sort of triathalon i've not yet heard of? what would the three stages be?

so, i was sitting here in front of the computer and i realized that i haven't written a political rant in some time. and that made me wonder why. i scratched my head some, then i scratched it some more, then i switched to my balls for a while because my scalp had started to bleed.
i couldn't figure it out. my entire raison d'etre with this blog was to rant, to spew forth diabolic fulminations damning the bush administration for every woe commited unto us during the last 200 or so years.
and here i was scratching my head and sack and thinking of nothing vitriolic to say. why?
why?!?
it's not like bush and the boys haven't continued to provide me with plenty of ammunition. i mean, there's iraq, afghanistan, iran, north korea, illegal wiretapping, israel/lebanon, republican bribery scandals, ann coulter, bill o'reilly, robert novack, pat robertson, rush limbaugh, hurricane katrina, the EPA, the supreme court, guantanamo bay, secret renditions, on and on.
so, why am i not in the mood to dash them against the rocks of reality?
i don't know. perhaps, though, just perhaps i'm in a good mood of late and i don't really feel like it. perhaps, smiling is fun. perhaps, getting out and having some kind of social life seems more conducive to good mental health than staying in all of the time and thinking of a sexy pet name for my moniter.
perhaps.
then again, i'm still scratching my balls. and smiling.