Afrojet in Full Retreat
Well the time has come for me to leap forth into the great beyond. It’s time to seize all that I have. It’s time to shred that one last wispy tinsel of dignity I was clinging to with so much hope and belief and toss that shit straight in the air.

Yes sir it’s vacation time for this artful dodger and pixel pusher. I’m up to my teeth in digital drama and the temptations of leisure suit seductresses. It’s time to get the heck out of dodge, go rural. shoot guns, drink whisky and listen to Iron Maiden at full volume.
Provided that we aren’t at war (oh shit..literally as I am writing this, John Norris on MTV is interrupting ‘A Sorority Life’ to tell me we are at war – the bombing has begun – shit! – save the sorority girls, please). Ok, and now Bush is going to talk to us later this evening. I have a feeling that this bottle of Jack Daniels that was purchased this evening will be totally consumed before I even get to my plane early tomorrow morning. Man, I am going to be pissed if my plane gets grounded. Damn you Bush. You’ve fucked everything else up, please don’t mess up my vacation anymore than you already have.

Damn, I had a lot more to say in this post. I wanted to leave you all with great pearls of wisdom before I head out west but the television and Mr. Daniels are demanding my attention tonight. Five minutes to Bush’s speech. I’m not really sure what my connectivity will be over the next ten days while I gallivant up and down the old 101. Suffice it to say, posting will be infrequent, incoherent, or simply nonexistent. So you’ll just have to reread this post over and over again. Fear not though people, I am with you and you are with me. I leave you with this fine line from the new Beastie Boys song:

“George Bush you’re looking like Zoolander
Trying to play tough for the camera”

Further reading can be found at peace blogs, true majority, united for peace, iraqbodycount, tom paine.

PEACE.