Mung.
Once a synonym for all that disgusts, it now is beginning to define all the remaining positive characteristics in this bloated carcass identified as the wonderful American dream. No more 1951 Studebakers or Chevrolet Cavalier convertibles, no more soft summer nights
It is Mung that this smells so terrible - but is better fun then ever before. Corroding from within seems so wrong and is the only naughtiness available to the average man/woman/transgender or chameleonic personality type.
I was reading a 4th grade reading project. "Timmy had two daddies" has morphed in the oddly reassuring "Wanda's mommy changes every day"
Now that gentle readers, is very Mung, and very very rational.
But, if success sucks so much, and the stench is richer and more intense the poorer you are, and the poor are the only brave souls now remaining - why do we resist this? We despise the poor crackwhorecatholicpriestilliterateintolerant, and that somehow defines the boundaries of goodness?
Oh the stench, the mungy rich loam-character best described as the sensation of discovering that ex-VP Richard Cheney has purchased all the elementary schools in New Hampshire and decided that communication of any kind with parents about any issue involving their children is both counterintuitive and not legally required.
No more grades, Mom........ but I did get graded. As in; "It is none of your business, Mrs. Rodriguez, and further inquiries will result in a restraining order from Child Protective Services".
Is this likely? Yes. Will it happen? Of course not - but it perhaps should - so SOME variety exists somewhere.
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