tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391519079875257424.post1305402960105429468..comments2023-10-31T06:17:42.228-04:00Comments on Winedrunk Sidewalk: Shipwrecked in Trumpland: poem of the day 08.26.09John Grochalskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150630637644393375noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391519079875257424.post-35552733293212479792009-08-26T10:48:54.648-04:002009-08-26T10:48:54.648-04:00Spot-on. I once dragged my mom out of her apartme...Spot-on. I once dragged my mom out of her apartment (in which she kept the shades drawn and the lights low) to make her see that there were no fires, no muggings, no murders ... it was suburban Jersey, for chrissakes, there was no nothing!<br /><br />Turn off the tv, indeed - spot-on.<br /><br />In unrelated news, I sent a tip of the hat your way in today's post.Issa's Untidy Huthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07352841590717991698noreply@blogger.com