by John W. Lillpop
Just scrambled from out of doors down here in San Jose where the bitter wind and cold bring back awful memories of night baseball at Candlestick park in San Francisco in July or August.
Of course, the wicked wind and cold are all the fault of George W. Bush.
Because of environmental concerns, one can no longer toss a log or two into the fireplace to generate heat. Sweaters, jackets, gloves, ear muffs, headscarves, and windbreakers come, at least partially, from animals butchered by right-wing capitalists for obscene profits. So they are out!
What, then, is one to do?
How about praying for a good blast of global warming right about now? To a non-denominational, non-offensive god, of course!
