Well, boys and girls, here we go. The spotlights are up, we have our little bags of warm peanuts, the ringmaster knocks back a stiff belt to steal his nerves against the abject absurdity that heaves and shuffles beyond the curtain. The band strikes up the march … it’s Show Time!
Behold the shocking, undulating, inexplicably furry parade of freaks that is Total Recall 2003. They carp, they grouse and sling mud. Watch out for your fine washable duds!
Focus your eyes on the center ring and don’t blink, we’ve got an overbuilt over-actor who can just barely think!
Sorry, fans. I could keep this up but six sentences into it, it stopped being fun. It’s hasn’t been funny for weeks. I can’t believe the people of this state are even considering answering the worst fiscal crisis in memory by installing a body-builder turned bad actor in the state’s highest office.
It’s ridiculous. For any normal job in the private sector, at any supervisory level, they require relevant prior experience. But you can get the biggest management job in California with no meaningful experience at all. The man has never been elected before! Let’s hope and vote that he isn’t this time.
Yes, I believe that the Bush administration is behind Governator Schwartzengroper.
As for Davis, he’s boring, stick up the butt, made some mistakes, but 47 States plus Imperial Bushdom have deficits. It’s the economy stupid. Bush’s fault.
Therefore, this blog recommends: NO ON RECALL. YES ON BUSTAMANTE. Now let the clowns do their diabolical worst …
“’Cause I’ve been blind
Oh, so blind
I wasted time
Wasted, wasted, all too much time
Walkin’ on the wire, high wire
But I must let the show go..
I must let the show go..
I must let the show go on.”
— The Show Must Go On
3 Dog Night, 1974
P.S. Circuses with animals are prisons of pain, carnivals of cruelty.