Oh it was glorious! I had a thread that garnered 90 recommendations. For once I was on top of the world. Like Brangelina. Like K-Fed. Dare I say even like Paris Hilton?
I was soaring like an eagle, or like a John Ashcroft song.
The world was my oyster.. except those oysters probably have too much mercury in them, but that is another thing altogether.
I must admit. I felt too big for my normal Lounge Lizard pals. The peeps in GD respected me. Accepted me. Maybe even loved me. They took me from tears to glory!
I admit. I owe it all to Greg Palast. And, Abu Musab Al-Zarqawi. Or his death anyway. Mr. Palast, a modern day Bill Brasky, wrote the article that brought me fame. He took me under his wing. I suckled at the teat of his fame until I could suckle no more!
Greg Palast taught me how to love a woman, and how to scold a child.
Everything I had I owe to him.
But, now it is all over. My 24 hours are up. I always knew they would be. I semi-retired from GD a few months ago. Oh but how this last day was sweet!
Now I am back to slumming it with the rest of my dear, sweet, humble and misguided Lizards. Chumming it up with our kudzu and brazillion jokes. Posting on pic threads. Saying good morning to Clintmax.
Oh our quaint little rituals!
But for one day. A brief instance in time. I rose up above all the "KKKarl" threads of the world." The "Zarqawi was spotted eating banana and Peanut butter sandwiches with Elvis" threads had nothing on me. Yet, like the valiant dung beetle, fighting and mulching his life through..... dung... we are all meant to die sometime. Even threads. No matter how great they were!!!!!
For a time, I was a king.
A golden God among Golden Gods.
And, like that.... I am gone.
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