Pointless meandering in the rapidly thickening gloaming has, inevitably, led me to the over-familiar corner seat at this seedy midtown Sacramento brewpub ... Amid the appalled fascination inherent in the usual who-gives-a-fuck morons who populate this sad, pestilent dung-hole of mindless alcoholism (which is also kind enough to provide free wireless Internet access), I have the drastic misfortune to come across an otherwise exceptionally well-written piece at Guerrilla News Network, entitled The Spooks of St. Petersburg -- the subtitle gives the tenor: Private intelligence companies are gathering in Florida to plan their global operations with neocon officials in close attendance, as more interventions are planned.
Ick! Puke! Purple clouds of recycled ass gas! How much more of this can normal people swallow without their gag reflex being permanently stimulated into a permanent physiological problem?
I'm just asking.