I seem to have arisen with a rather nasty headache this morning, which is odd, because it’s not like I got drunk last night or anything (maybe that was my mistake right there).

Must be from watching last night’s KO. I really need to stop paying attention to all this political stuff. It only irritates me. The latest, as you have no doubt heard, is that the Speaker of the House pulled a Boehner with his latest “plan” to create a short-term “fix” for a problem that really didn’t exist, which nobody likes (yes, John, nobody wants anything to do with your Boehner), and which won’t even save the amount of money it was purported to save.

Fortunately, there’s no hurry, and Papa John will go back to the table and pull something else out of his ass (I would have said that he’ll try and pull his Boehner out of his ass, but, spineless as he is, I don’t think even he is flexible enough to manage that one; in fact, he’s pretty rigid for a spineless prick. Ah, perhaps that’s it. Spineless, yet turgid. Engorged with orange blood. Boehner is perhaps the only Orange Man I feel loathing towards).

There’s only one thing that will make me feel better. I need a puppy. I’m just afraid that the way things are going, I’d be forced to eat it one day in the not too distant future.

Oh well, on to last night’s Daily Show, which will apparently feature a Juan Williams Pity Party. Whoopie.