Ha ha.

ALSO, when I went home there was a whole nother(not a real word but I'll use it anyfreakingway)offering of television programming for me to choose from. At 1:25 I was able to catch the tail end of a Mr. Roger's episode. He was playing a miniature guitar and singing a beautiful song about being alive. I quickly sprang into action and hit record on the Tevo. I was able to transcribe the lyrics into my non-electronic journal and now I am able to share them with you my dear, dear online diary.

And here they are:

Its such a happy feeling to know you're alive

Its such a happy feeling...you're growing inside

and when you wake up ready to say

"I think I'll make it a 'snappy' today"

Its such a good feeling, a very good feeling

The feeling you know that I'll be back

when the day is new and I'll have more ideas for you

and you'll have things you'll want to talk about

and I will too...

fuckin' Mr. Rogers, man, he's alright.

And to think this was the same man who, according to the email from the libertarian, used to be a sniper in Vietnam and is also an ordained minister. I guess that's the kind of resume that get's noticed.

He probably had a really intense Holden Caulfield-esque desire to save all the children after seeing the most digusting, abysmal side of the human condition (and I mean condition) while fighting in the famed Vietnamese jungle.

01 August 2002 - 3:50 PM

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