[dumpster] device

Ladies and Gents,

The Questions of Life often boil down to Who's in a dumpster, and why? You've got your Norwegian in a dumpster, you've got your Nader voter, Roto Rooter, Jews for Jesus, gnarly dudes, namby pambies, a white man in tightie whities and lipstick in a dumpster, you've got your everyday spiders and your once-a-month reptiles, you've got your Dumpster Watchers -- J-Lo, Don Ho, Ho Jo, Slow Mo, MoJo -- with binoculars and coffee, you got your Sandy Berger, Caspar Weinberger, Lawrence Eagleburger, you got your Dick Nixon, Dick Cheney, Dick Armey, i.e., an Armey of Dicks. All in a dumpster. Armed to the teeth. The ATF massing with tanks, flamethrowers, stink bombs, and Crack Creme. Don't, my friends, let that happen to you. Rage against that machine.

Instead, leave your dumpster behind and join me, Rod Smith, Star Emeritus Mel (Melissa) Nichols, Brian Fitzpatrick, and Kathy McAuliffe for another edition of Drink & Walk, the happy hours that is lobbying Congress to amend the old cliche. In place of "Down in the dumps" we will be pushing for "Down in the dumpsters" -- to be the official Kind of Blue cliche of the American People. God Bless Our Dumpsters And Our Trans Fat.

Many of you know the drill -- We will be meeting at Angles, this Thursday, from 6:00 to 9:30 p.m., at which point, we will, collectively, select a second locale. For sure, folks, this week, we will stay out on the town. Shake your money-maker? AWWWYEAH. If you can't make it to Angles by 9:30 and want to meet us after hours, please email me for my cell phone number. We hope to see you out and about! (Directions are below).