To forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race

So, I've decided to take a break from my James Joyce paper to talk about my candidate for President in 2008. He is a man of convictions. A man with a stellar record of military service. A man who knows how to get things done. A man who isn't afraid to get his hands dirty in order to set the world straight. A man who also has a talk show on FoxNews and frequents the Sean Hannity radio program.

Col. Oliver North

Argue with me if you dare. You'll lose. Do you want a strong leader like Colonel North or Hillary? That's right. I'm glad you see it my way.

With that being said, I'll go back to my boy Stephen Dedalus.

SERENITY NOW!!!!!

Comments

Anonymous said…

You have not updated this blog in almost a week. Frankly, I expected better from you.

December 12, 2005 at 6:55 PM

Anonymous said…

Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!

January 5, 2010 at 10:52 AM

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