The Beautiful

While it may be in part to a strange guilt that's come over me for posting a picture of scarily large-breasted digital prostitutes on the website i sent out to countless relatives to find my tandem tale, i think it's easier to attribute my posting of this to an uncanny sense of national pride that's come over me in the last few weeks. With the star-studded Olympics leading directly into the DNC, where hundreds of thousands of believing liberals descended like fruit flies into my old sweetheart Denver, you can't write it off as nothing. While i'll withhold my political tirades for another, far less romantic evening, i think it's safe to recognize our nation at a great crossroads, and to reassess our individual roles as to what we consider our responsibilities to be toward our country as a whole. Our tradition as a nation of individuals hinges upon our ability to, every so often, come to agree upon what we aim to represent together on a global scale, and what we're allowed to expect of our cities and neighborhoods. That said, to the bastards who stole my roommate's car, i've got a 34" George Brett bamboo/maple composite bat that hasn't gotten nearly enough hits this season. You can bet your onion i'm not going to miss you.