The Passing Parade: Cheap Shots from a Drive By Mind

"...difficile est saturam non scribere. Nam quis iniquae tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se..." " is hard not to write Satire. For who is so tolerant of the unjust City, so steeled, that he can restrain himself... Juvenal, The Satires (1.30-32)

Monday, July 03, 2006

APOLOGIA: My apologies for the prolonged dry spell, but as you have no doubt noticed, I am in the middle of a prolonged dry spell. There are just times when, despite the best efforts of officials at every level of government, there is nothing really to write about. Even the mob of worthy solons who govern our happy little burg is short of interesting news these days, which is a little odd, considering the grand jury wants their bank statements for the past ten years and that City Hall is still sinking rapidly into the riparian ooze despite the best efforts of a small army of construction guys whose immigration status will not bear sustained examination and a geologic psychic from Venice Beach, California, who can apparently prevent earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and mudslides, amongst other seismic anomalies, merely by standing on the none too steady earth and thinking calming thoughts about how happy the buildings will be if they don’t fall down. Whether this technique can keep City Hall from being one with Nineveh and Tyre is unknown at this time; sending Mother Earth on a guilt trip seems a particularly ineffective way of keeping City Hall in one piece, but then I don’t know much about the deeper workings of Gnostic geology. I will keep you posted on any developments if and when they occur, or don’t occur, as the case may be.


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