It's me, George

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BOO! I'm back folks - long time no blog.

Anyway, I have gotten over being rejected as John’s running mate, in favour of the Alaskan tart.

I’m not bitter, but what’s she all about?

Calls herself a fundamentalist – and her seventeen year old daughter is up the duff, and not even married. Still, give the old bat her due, she did campaign against sex education in Alaskan schools, so I suppose you could say she is sticking to her principles.

But me – now I AM a fundamentalist: I do not believe in sex before marriage – and I am not too sure about after.

I think the result is anybody’s guess. These geezers are millionaires, (In John’s case, though, you wouldn’t think there was so much money in oven-chips, would you?), so from a Calvinist perspective you could say that both of them have (in the immortal words of Bob Dylan) ‘God on their side’.

Incidentally, I thought I heard one of the participants in this circus (I think it was Alaskan Alice) say that the Iraq war was ‘God’s mission’
But I couldn’t have got that right – could I?


I have recovered from my recent attack of piles – more on that story later.