A Festivus for the rest of us!

Rejoice young squirrels and put down those nuts, for the mighty winds of Festivus are blowing are way! Is your Aluminum pole ready? (Are elements supposed to be capitalized? probably not, but i think they should be because they are THE WHIP- especially Aluminum and Zinc)

we will begin with the airing of the grievances!

Now that the republicans have soundly won the election, they can drop political f-bombs all over their home boy Donald Rumsfeld with out endangering the grand old party. Yes, turns out even republicans think Rummy's a dick. i have a little song to help us get past these little hang-ups and keep us in the festivus mood:

Bombs are flying
People are dying
Children are crying
Politicians are lying too.

Cancer is killing
Texaco's spilling
The whole world's gone to hell
But how are you?

I'm super
Thanks for asking
All things considered
I couldn't be better I must say

I'm feeling super
No, nothing bugs me
Everything is super when you're
Don't you think I look cute in this hat

I'm so sorry
Mr. Cripple
But I just can't feel too bad for you right now.
Because I'm feeling
So insanely super
That even the fact that you can't walk
Can't bring me down


Now, the feats of strength:


Thank you Dilbert and please don't sue me :-D

I guess that's all for now. Please comment below. if no one comments, then everything i do here is just an electronic form of mental masturbation, which tho intriguing to an electrical engineer (see above) is still pretty lonely. If things keep going like this, i'm gonna need to invest in this bad bitch.