hollywood farm girl

I've partied with the farmers, I've partied with the famous. I think the farmers are more fun. I'm trying to braid my Hollywood reality with my real life reality, with my childhood reality, which was thisclose to a Romanian Orphan's childhood, with some Mommy Dearest thrown in for good measure. * these are my words, my thoughts: tammy lynn etheridge. not melissa's, not joe's, not sally's. and i own the copyrights of the photos on this site.

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Name: Tammy, midwestern girl/Mom
Location: where the emaciated folk dwell, California for now, United States

I am a poet, a wife, a mother, a baker, a philosopher, a lesbian.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

what do you get when you cross elmer fudd with bush? WMD

so if i blog
about what an idiotic, parasitical, country-raping piece of shit george w. bush is, i could
go to jail?

george bush
you are a criminal
you are raping our country of our intentions
i do wonder if his mom and dad go to bed at night
proud of little whiskey-cokey-georgie poo
for
his dictatorship?
how does laura lay her head down at night
pulled eyes and all
and dream sweetly of lambies and cashmere sweaters?
when she fucks him
does she call him adolf or castro?

rove
you sweaty little piggish oompa loompa elmer fudd ass
karma is a bitch
and i don't think you'll ever get
that wascaly wabbit
while torturing the fellas at abu gharib

this war is
war for profit
something i am sure
the bible does not favor

weapons of mass destruction:
the current american government.



now come arrest me
you f*ckers.