Chronicle of a Shrink's journey from youthful
know-it-allness to inevitable old-fart astonishment.
OK, columnist Kathleen Parker
IS better-looking than batshit crazy Ann Coulter. Your Revelator doesn't boink female impersonators. If he did Ihe wouldn't "do Ann" with Henry Hager's apparently tumescent "Johnson." Henry's 15-minutes of fame came last week when he married a Bush daughter and so his Life's Work is set:
1]Help Pop-in-law get the Holy Grail of baseball trading-cards, the Honus Wagner.
2] Get Grampa-in-law's tips how to endure race-baiting Gramma-in-law..........which brings us back to Kathleen Parker. Two-hours ago the only woman writer called Parker I ever heard of was Dorothy. Then Glen Greewald of Salon enlightened me. "Great Caesar's Ghost!" as Perry White of the Daily Planet and Clark Kent's/Superman's boss exclaimed anytime Metropolis came under siege.
http://www.salon.com/opinion/greenwald/2008/05/17/parker/index.html
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