When S/He's Right, S/He's Right
Driving home after a fun post-soccer meal, windows open, bumping Prince, enjoying the scenery, I must say, our friend, the Chaos Pope, is right.
And so is Big Boi, something about the baby's mama's mamas.
Hooray for spring.
And hooray for the Chaos Pope, for being open and honest about his/her nastified appreciation.
The Pope's is a thankless job, some say evil, but a very necessary one. But it's not really a job as much as it is a calling.
The Pope is in us all, and appears when needed to do our dirty work.
The beauty of this papacy is that it is a self-appointed role. No ascendancy, no conclave, there's no white smoke. Unless the smoke is being blown somewhere, and it usually is.
Even better is that there's no room or need for low self-esteem issues; there are no Chaos Cardinals, so take the Papacy and run. Steve Miller would have done it. Zell Miller did.
These words have been said in this space before, and they will be again, but there is a reason it's the best spring song ever....
The trees and the grass start lookin' fresh And the sun and sky be lookin' their best Birds be singin', flowers be bloomin' A lot of brand new cars be zoomin' Fly girls lookin the best they can be, And the guys be dookie, dookie down, you see.
Replies: 2 comments
- likey the new digs there for the sitey.
Posted by @ 04/14/05 11:21 a.m. ET
No, I think not.
Posted by @ 04/12/05 1:56 a.m. ET