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10/24/08
Going to the Dogs
Invariably, among all the doomsday remarks I hear being bandied about, lately, In public disintercourse, Joe the Plumber punditry, TV blather,
One phrase seems to rise, with more frequency, To the slime-pond's surface: "This country's going to the dogs."
And this has led me, after considerable soul spelunking, To one overarching conclusion: Someone needs to invent a new Super-Duper Pooper Scooper.
And I'm not too damn sure the Governor of Alaska — The pit bull, with her First Dude Iditarod-musher husband — Wouldn't be a Shih Tzu, were she to inherit the Dog House.
10/24/08
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