Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgh!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkk! Tell me it is over. Somebody, please tell me it is over!!!I have never felt like throwing my rubber brick through the TV screen (flat 36” wide) since the sickening coverage of Princess Di’s death, burial and near resurrection. Good grief, can’t poor Michael get on with being buried and let all the commercial, cable and satellite stations get back to normal (such as normal can be).
I can’t imagine one more word that can be said about the man. Even somewhere in the vomiting cornucopia of known and unknown facts being spewed out by all and sundry/black and white, I suspect his underwear size has been given to the public. I think I must have missed that. It was probably aired on CNN’s Larry King Live and picked up by MSNBC’s Chris Matthew’s Hardball sometime during the past week.
Worse yet, my dear wife of eons has been watching the memorial service today. How could that be? Better yet, why could that be?? Are Spot and I the only one’s on this planet who are not glued to that damned TV watching and listening to folks giving words of love and praise to somebody who for 99% of them just two weeks ago was so bizarre he was untouchable? What am I missing?
I think I’ll turn to BBC Canada and see if the Brits are covering this show of shows. . . . . Good grief!! Even the staunch and upright BBC has gone bloody nuts, mates; they are using the CNN feed. Truly I tel
l you, the sun has indeed set on the British Empire!!I’m going into the bedroom closet and hang out with Spot. Call or email me when it is safe to come out.
Where’s my brick!!
Ahhhhhhhhhh. . . sanity.
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