"the producers"

I decided to take my wife to the musical theater production of "the producers". i read in the new york times that it was supposed to be really good. i'm a man of arts and letters, after all. (I'm especially fond of books about the stock market.) There's more to me than engineering. I have an artistic side. Anyway, all I'm trying to say is that the theater isn't just for hillary clinton and that mother fucker Al Franken.

On that note, I'd like to announce that I'll be making a short film. Once I have proper training, of course. The possibilties of film, as a medium, are truly endless. BUT LET ME TELL YOU THIS: A BUCKET OF URINE WITH A CRUSAFIX IN IT IS *NOT ART*. That makes me sick. After I found out about that one I worked in the shop in my garage for three hours to blow off some steam. In jesus name. Anyway, the point I want to make about homeless people is that they're all sex-addicts. I think it's possible that Bill O'Reilly has been suffering from a sex addiction. That's why we need a faith-based solution. This country wasn't founded on Judeo-Christian principles for no reason.