Spring has rory workin' hard, marveling at nature, and for a variety of reasons playin' a little hookey from bloggin'

Hey rory, where 'n' the hell have you been. Well, here's one place. At work:



HFS rory, in the meantime, the wild columbine has frickin' bloomed in the hills:



rory luvz the way a little plant can take hold in a tablespoonful of dirt on a rock (rory remindz you to click these pix up for enjoyment):



I wish I could say I got lost in here for a week:



but I didn't.

I did pause to visit with this guy for a minute or two. Leaving aside the cultural fear and loathing for a moment, isn't he a lovely painting (you gotta click this one up):



and to frickin' think in the meantime, rory missed w's national day of prayer. May 4th was the first fuckwad's day of prayer. rory was wonderin' what the fuck w and his cronies would pray for. it should be forgiveness for being tools of mass destruction. but that sure as shit wasn't gonna happen. so rory checkz the white house site and sees that w said this among other things:

"In the stillness and peace of prayer we surrender our will to God's will, and we learn to serve His eternal purposes. By opening ourselves to God's priorities, our hearts are stirred and we are inspired to action -- to feed the hungry, to reach out to the poor, to bring aid to a widow or to an orphan or to the less fortunate."

the frickin' rhetorical cesspool overfloweth. what a bunch of pious bullcrap unsubstantiated by action. rory can't believe this shit. so rory checkz in with flyonthewall and finds out that w's little prayer meeting was defined by a quiet yet audible fart the boys back at Delta house called the "poison dart" that escaped with near lethal effect from w's intestinal blowgun (click up to size):



But then rory looked more frickin' carefully at what w said. see, he said "a" widow "OR" "an" orphan. That's an either or thing and in the singular. gonna help maybe one widow, or, if not the one widow, then maybe one orphan. And the frickin' poor, well, he didn't say he was gonna do anything but "reach out" to them. Reaching out doesn't do jack shit and takes no effort, just an extension of the arm. Feeding the hungry. Shit, he does that every day when he stuffs food into the first piehole. course he did say he might reach out to the "less fortunate" which in his world would be covered by tax breaks to those only clearing half a million per year. so, it turns out that rory was wrong for thinkin' w was lyin' out his ass when he gave his prayer speech. just had to look a little closer at the floating rhetorical turds to see 'em for what they were.