Showing posts with label The Barely Bearable Blightness of Being. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Barely Bearable Blightness of Being. Show all posts

Saturday, July 07, 2012

El otoño del patriarca

When Memoria de mis putas tristes is failing, you enter Cien años de soledad, when El coronel no tiene quien le escriba, and you are left with Crónica de una muerte anunciada.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Vaclav Havel, Ad Memoriam Dei

Fuck, the Grim Reaper is now working fulltime for Planet Pepe. On an Earth where moral monsters, such as Soros and Galloway, keep rowing merrily down the River Charly, well into their dotage, the good and the brave who opposed them are scythed down.
You were a great man, Mr. Havel. RIP.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

The Accelerated Life.......

Strange, and sad.

"Sibyl, Sibyl, what do you wish?" To which she would faintly reply, "I wish to die."

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Clueless Charlie

Ah, but Gibson knows what the "Bush Doctrine" is, while Palin doesn't. Seethe, Rot, seethe.

Monday, February 11, 2008

You Know You're Having a Bad Week When...

Your new bride dies in your arms during the first dance at the reception...