mischief

In the background, I hear my wife is watching yet another awards show. I can hear the usual acceptance speech, "I'd like to thank the Lord Jesus Christ for making this possible". Yeah right, The lord Jesus Christ looks down on the world with it's millions of starving children, beaten and battered wives, genocide, suicide, yada yada yada, and says, "hey, I think I'll fulfill Billy Bob Jackson's dream of being Country entertainer of the year. Fuck, am I pissy tonight!