Just about every Thursday I go to my local fave Chinese restaurant (it's great!) to get take out. At this point in my life it's a guilty pleasure. The pro bartender pours me a couple of Dewars and I peruse my latest Downbeat or Jazz Times while waiting for the take-home.
Fox News (???) is always up on the bar-TV, and my nice barkeep and the maitre-d guy (a chain-smoking German) just love it, sometimes chatting about how Obama's ruining the country.
So, today, I'm sitting there doing my TGIThursday (I'm lucky enough to have off on Fridays) and the bartender says "Have you seen this thing about the rodent on Mars?"
No way!, though I check my CNN tabloid joke-news every morning. No - I must've missed that! I'll have to listen to Ira Flatow on NPR's Science Friday to get the scoop!
But, meanwhile - up on the filthy Fox screen, there's . . . . . DAN QUAYLE!!!!
proverbial WTF? --- WTF is Dan F'in QUAYLE doing up there? Didn't they bury him somewhere with Jimmy Hoffa? Didn't his skank wife beat the shiat outta him already? NO! He's up there bloviating!!!! Got a few bigger bags under his vacant eyes, but otherwise, it's undeniably DAN F'ing QUAYLE!
All I can gather is that Fux has paid him to spew on the topic of "how poorly Barack Obama has been handling all the (hee hee) scandals we've been hurling lately."
Are these people in some desperate circle of TV hell, or what?
I just remarked to my barkeep, who likes my tips - "Well, just as long as they don't find HIM up there!" ("Rats on Mars," my Terran ass!)
So I'm back home, enjoying my excellent Chinese cuisine and thanking my lucky stars that Dan Quayle still knows how to strut the street. 'Cause it's entertaining.