This diary is dedicated to the President, satirists, Satyrists, nymphomaniacs, underage drinking, Socialism, Orson Welles, banana splits, Day-O, insanity, my wife and two wonderful teen-aged children, Carl Jung, Trotskyites, Charlie Chaplin, Bugs Bunny, masturbation, Calvin Trillin, and everyone who appreciates bad puns, forced rhymes, and elastic meter.
Special thanks to the wonderful guests at our second possibly-biannual New Year's Eve Party! You, for better or worse, inspired the following tripe. So beam with pride or hide your head in shame, but come on back for brunch this weekend- there's still a whole leg of lamb and tons more wine and champagne left in the fridge.
Par-tay!
Before we begin, a public service announcement for Rethugly-can't sympathizing trolls looking for yuks on our site:
GO AWAY.
Why do you hate America?
Poetry and bonus stream-of consciousness editorial rant below the fold...
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