In This Afternoon

For some reason the minutes spent away for lunchtime must be identified. Odd that these minutes are counted, but not the minutes spent behind the desk; nevertheless the face of the clock is noticed. Now, the clock in my car is still anticipating the inevitable abandonment of daylight saving time and searching out new radio frequencies is akin to the Millennium Falcon making the jump to light speed. This is where talk radio turns to rant radio and with each lie, the Mouth is moving.

In this afternoon, the Mouth is chanting the refrains of opposition to taxation, semper idem. The Mouth proclaims its opposition in forms small and large. Whether originating in Olympia or that
other Washington. To the benefit of your ferries, your roads, your tired, your hungry or even your puppies from Monroe, draw your conclusions like weapons. The State of Washington is a synonym for a duty laced State of Sodom and Gomorrah. While the Mouth hacks and spits, one has to wonder why it doesn't move out of such a hellhole to where Mouths of the like run free with wind flowing through its teeth?

As the Mouth condemns new plans and stimuli; the Mouth hacks and spits for the required hours. The only rest for the poor, tired, oppressed Mouth is the kind words for its sponsor. The Mouth calmly explains how the time to buy is now; because the plan is offering an incentive and the sponsor is offering a commission. The Mouth is pleased for 30 seconds. Now back to this...