Wednesday, December 22, 2004
 
Keep It In The Vault, Pal
I think probably the person most aggrieved by the invention of Viagra and other similar erection-inducing medications has to be NBC News reporter Andrea Mitchell.

Sure, a case can be made for Elizabeth Dole, but at least Bob got some cash out of doing the commercials, so we'll set her aside for now.

Ms. Mitchell, on the other hand, finds herself married to Federal Reserve Chairman Alan Greenspan who, at last count, was 426 years old and looking every day of it.

I think I can almost understand why she would marry him in the first place: over-the-top financial security, the Manhattan apartment, access to the highest circles of power players among America's financial and political elite and--this is important--a prostate shrunken with age to the size of a hard, dusty raisin.

All the perks with no possbility of (and my gag-reflex fires just thinking of it) sex.

But then science--O Science, the same bastards who fucked us over with thalidomide and Olestra--whips together the little magic blue triangle pill to fix all of man's boner-related ills and now suddenly in the Greenspan-Mitchell household there is Demand to go along with what had only been blessedly neglected Supply.

What is most horrifying to me is not just the fact that they probably do it, it's the financially-tinged puns Alan probably prattles off as he feels his medical miracle working. "Ooh, economic indicators are trending upward!" or "We'd better move quickly to do something about this sudden inflation!"

It's enough to make you want to vomit.

The visual images you all can have, free of charge. Merry Christmas.


This post on the Narcissus Scale: 2.8


Pops


NOTE: There was some controversy yesterday about the Narcissus Scale score for that day's post as it included several personal details. I would like to point out that at no time did that post ever include a vivid description of mucus, spittle, phlegm or sickness in any kind of detail. Sometimes the Scale is as much about what's in the post as it is about what I leave out. The whole context must be considered. You are welcome.

Comments:
"NOTE:....did not contain description of phlegm, mucus..." HUH? Wha...huh?
 
I do believe a lot of women (read: wives) did not welcome the advent of Viagra. Listen guys, you're not supposed to be able to get it up after a while. It's called natural birth control. Otherwise, we're going to have a swarm of Anthony Quinn/Hugh Hefner/Bob Dole wannabes galavanting about the countryside. We don't need that. We don't want that. So please, just because you can get erectile, doesn't mean you should.
 
SJ: See, you had no idea I've been sick over the last few days. Think of what you've been spared is what I'm saying. I've read some blog entries about head colds. Not pretty.

Steph: It's not the wives, it's the strippers who string along the rich geezers who've got it bad now. Used to be you could just hang around long enough to get into the will, maybe flash a boob every once in a while. Now you have to... ugh, I don't even want to say.
 
For some reason my sick mind got a visual of Greenspan riding a mechanical bull wearing nothing but a cowboy hat. Horrible.
 
Hm, pops, must concede your point, there. Goldiggin's much harder work these days due to Viagra. I think goldiggers should bring a class-action lawsuit against Pfizer for pain and suffering (and how).
 
Pops,
I think you know this is just plain mean. You probably should have posted more about your mucuous. Choking that back (so to speak) seems to have caused too much pressure to build inside you, and now it has been vented in this cruel manner. I admit I can't figure out what the attraction is for Ms. Mitchell, but I'll leave that to her. More revolting to me was Greenspan brown-nosing up to the Bush tax cut in 2001-2002. After an admirable job in office, THAT was a disgusting image.
By the way, were you referring to my own 3-part series entitled "Snot?"
 
I know Hugh Hefner is the playboy god and all, but he's still a wrinkled, sagging, sad old man now, so viagra for him is just as disgusting as Alan Greenspan. Although Heff has hotter chicks with implants all over him instead of newsmarm Andrea Mitchell. Still, Heff is an old raisin now just like all the other geezers.
 
B: That tells me so so much about you and the way your mind works.

MPH: Some things demand to be considered no matter how much we might want to resist. Like Jennifer Garner's pregnancy, for example.

Steph: On the bright side, maybe all the action will hasten the geezer's demise and the poor hoochies will only have to do the deed once or twice.

Larry: Your "Snot" musings were one voice among many many many many amongst blogs recently. I'm half convinced that's how I got sick in the first place.

SJ: But Hef's "girlfriends" go into it with the expectation that the dirty old bastard is going to be all handsy from Day 1. Poor Ms. Mitchell probably thought she was going to be grandpa's prom date and that would be that. Alas, my heart bleeds for her.
 
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