If only everyone were so lucky...

All I have to say on the fifth anniversary of Bush's war against everything good and decent is that I'm overjoyed that my boy Richie managed not to get killed in it, and that we had a chance to celebrate that fact.

Yeah, that's all I'm gonna say. Because calling Bush a warmongering fucktard is, like, so 2006.

That's Richie there on the right. We'll let those other two drunken yayhoos maintain their anonymity for now. Ahem.

I'm not really back, but...

I thought I was utterly over blogs and anything to do with them.

Then I saw this.

Thanks Paul. One more reason to love you.