Now Is the Hour

One more day and we can start to start getting rid of W.  Is this the worst presidency in the history of the U.S., or what?  And then we gonna get one of these guys and hope for the best.

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This also is the time that some of we b**ggers nominate one b**g per each as a "Perfect Post" for the month.  Perfect Post is the collective brainchild of Momma K and Lucinda, who have taken it upon themselves to find for us witty, serene, solemnic, etc., b**gs we might otherwise have missed.

My selection for the month is Raymond Powers, aka the Florida Cracker, whose column is named Pure Florida.  And it is that, except for an occasional trip out-of-state which is okay with us because it's all well-written.  The post I'm picking is how FC, a teacher, works to break down the anti-education feelings of Frank, a black high school student.  He calls it a work in progress; you'll call it excellent writing.  You can find his b**g  here.

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Two nuns, Sister Catherine and Sister Helen, are traveling through Europe in their car.  They get to Transylvania and are stopped at a traffic light.  Suddenly, out of nowhere, a tiny little Dracula jumps onto the hood of the car and hisses at them through the windshield.

"Quick! Quick! shouts Sister Catherine.  What shall we do?"

Turngthe windshield wipers on.  That will get rid of the abomination," says Sister Helen.

She does this, knocking Dracula about.  But he holds on and continues hissing at the nuns.

"What now?" Sister Catherine shouts.

"Switch on the windshield washer.  I filled it up with Holy Water at the Vatican."

Sister Catherine turns on the windshield washer.  Dracula screams as the water burns his skin, but he clings on and continues hissing at the nuns.

"Now what?" shouters Sister Catherine.

"Show him you're cross," says Sister Helen.

"Now you're talking," says Sister Catherine.  She opens the window and shouts, "Get the fuck off the car."

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My favorite word today is average.  N., you are higher, or lower, or somewhere in between.  Def.:  Just remember, half the people you know are below this.