T.U.R.D.ie Gate

I loved reading Doonesbury as a kid. And I have to admit, I especially loved this strip, although many papers didn't have the cajones to publish it and if they did, they edited it arguing the strip was done in bad taste.

Sheesh already.

Which part is really in bad taste here? A comic strip that addresses the fact that we the people actually re-elected a President who fondly refers to his second hand man as Turd Blossom? Or that the President is moronic enough to even have nicknamed Rove Turd Blossom in the first place? Or that Rove is idiotic enough to put up with that crap, no pun intended.

See this is the part that scares me about it. Usually nicknames are given to reflect some sort of shared or re-occuring experience with someone. Like when we were in elemetary school and the kid who always had snot hanging out of his nose was nicknamed Scott the Snot...The Snotenator...Somebody Hand Me a Kleenix Please...or my personal favorite...Booger. But, to be nicknamed Turd Blossom...exactly what the heck have these two been up to??? Together even??? I'm shuddering here at the mere thought of the possibilities!!!

Gag.

Me.

In other news, it's Friday and I couldn't be happier about it! I've been working on a very intesting project at work that required I use 300% of my brain. I had to write a Situational Analysis Report (SAR). And do you know how hard it to write 3000 words without using my favorite interjections like "Wooohoooo!" "Awesome" "It's gonna rock completely hard!!!" ??? I don't think the big boss would have been persuaded to see my point by way of those words. Hard evidence was what I had to provide. So like I said, it took all 300% of my brain power. Exhausted I am is an understatement.

Welp lovelies. Since the sun is shining something awful pretty, I'm gonna mozy myself and the WeeOne over to the pool and soak some sunshine up and existentially ponder the Turd Blossom.