Letter of Resignation

thegrowlingwolf Resigns

Dear The Daily Growler,
I've been busting my wolf ass now for over a year posting like that newsboy in London named Grimes delivered his two Globes and a Post and I like Cindy Sheehan am giving up. Blogging is a great idea but it's getting boring. I mean, I was pulling the sheets back and showing the double-backed beast that is screwing all of us in one fell incubus swoop a year ago, talking about how all wars we've participated in since time began have been based on lies and deceits and rumors and spins--and now, son of a bitch, this dude Norman Coleman has put out a DVD giving the whole history of these lying presidents and their needing wars and starting wars and using the same cliche phrases, like "we will not cut and run," or fear phrases like "better a few dead from bullets today than a whole people dead from a mushroom cloud later." All bullshit. And like Cindy Sheehan, I, too, have been writing for over a year that we are bound to WAR, we hate PEACE, peace means harmony and happiness and shit and that means a citizenry hard to control, hard to round up and keep tabs on--whereas in a constant WAR atmosphere there is only fear and trembling and gnashing of teeth and praying to our long list of phony gods we've made out of the legends of our instincts. I, too, like Cindy Sheehan, have been writing for over a year that the Dumbocrats are all phonies--they're all in the same boat with the Repugnicans, vested interest in war stocks and oil stocks and making millions off speaking engagements and bullshit seminars and stupid nonsense books and how many millions of bucks did Slick Willie and good ole Pappy Bush skim off the top of all those millions they so-called "collected" for the tsunami victims in the South Pacific? (Remember the tsunami?) Like how many millions did Rudi "Mussolini" Guiliani skim off his 9/11 fund that the survivors say they never saw a dime of? Check out these guys's Cayman Island offshore bank accounts. They're all loaded; they're all rich bastards; they know all the rich bastards of the world; they congregate; they all dance and drink together all year round, party, party, party, and oh we know her and we know him and ohhhh how privileged we rich bastards are. At least the NYC firemen are standing up to Rudi and calling him a hypocrite and a chickenshit when it came to his 9/11 bravery and leadership--Rudi who stiffed the cops and firemen his whole two terms was NYC's worse mayor ever though the rich New Yorkers loved his ass since he got the blacks rounded up and shipped upstate to Mario Cuomo's big new prison system that saved those upstate New York yokels who lost all their industry to the global marketplace and Slick Willie's putting us in all these free trade agreements and NAFTA and GATT.

You see what I mean? I'm getting wobbly. I write all this shit and so what. Randi Rhodes is still praised to high heavens and I've criticized her over and over.... See how pissed I'm getting?

So to hell with it. Blogs mostly suck except for the two The Daily Growler promotes over in our link section. These are two blogs that at least show creative thinking and reasoning and opinionating--not dunce corners where giggly poet-teases talk about Starbucks, how sexy George Clooney is (he looks like Rosemary Clooney to me and I never thought her pretty at all--therefore, neither is he pretty to me--he's probably hairy as hell, too, girls--his hair full of dust mites and living bacteria and shit--maybe even some fecal matter stuck to his shirttail), and how brilliant Sir Elton John is and how so talented Harry Connick Jr. is--that talentless jerk--sorry, Wynton's father taught him how to play jazz so if Wynton gives him credence I guess that makes Harry a Hall of Fame jazz artist--much more into jazz than say the extremely boring Norah Jones--God she gives me the willies!

So to hell with posting now. It's nonproductive now. Oh several of my posts I'm very proud of--they're full of genius, but most of them are rabid palaver--poison pen notes--and raw growling with the intent to eventually go for the throat.

In the meantime Bush is having a field day getting his way with his F-ing WAR and his Surge bullshit and now his threatening Iran--Why not another WAR? Look at that Stock Market, folks; it's busting 14,000 as soon as that Iran War gets going. You know war spelled backwards is RAW.

Make love not War. Yeah, sure, when you have a little penis for a brain, you can't make love, you can only make WAR. WAR is for men and boys with little penises.

I'm truly resigning, dammit. I'm going off to my hotel room on the riverfront in Davenport, Iowa, killing myself drinking Keokuk corn liquor, killing myself drinking in Davenport the same as Bix Biederbeck killed himself there.

Empty bottles lying all over the room.

Here LIES thegrowlingwolf --Truth no longer is interesting.
for The Daily Growler