The Sporadic Curmudgeon

Have you seen the “Meals on Wheels” Phillip Morris TV spot? The one where an obnoxious guy goes around singing Italian songs to lonely old ladies as he delivers their meals? The one where we’re supposed to think that maybe Phillip Morris isn’t so bad after all?

I can’t help wondering if all those little old ladies might be a bit less lonely if their husbands hadn’t died of lung cancer.

How do you like the new century so far? We’ve got rolling blackouts across California, a gang of super-criminals terrorizing Texas and within a few days the good ol’ US of A will be under the iron heel of an unelected fratboy bully who appoints fascists to sensitive cabinet posts.

Kinda makes you glad to be alive, don’t it? I don’t know about you, but I just sent in my membership dues to the ACLU.

At least we can point to California the next time some Republican halfwit begins blathering about deregulation again. Of course, I said the same thing about Bhopal…