Sinning on Sunday

I believe on Sundays there’s a flood of incoming messages to god. People all over are at church asking for guidance and begging to be forgiven for the multitude of sins they blatantly committed during the previous week. I mean the eyes and ears of god have got to be in overload mode, so that’s the day I can sin and probably not even be a blip on the heavenly radar.

Sunday morning I get all caffeinated up and break the eleventh commandment. You know, the one that states, thou shall not lounge around in one’s pj’s until almost noon. Yep, I break the hell out of that one almost every Sunday.

I wake up, consume a couple of cups of caffeine and, still clad in pajamas, perch on my barstool in the kitchen all ready to watch the Sunday morning news shows. Okay, I’m using the word “news” very lightly.

Then I break the twelfth commandment. That’s the one that says thou shall not yell obscenities and utter cattie comments at the faces of televised Republicans and occasionally Democrats,

Yesterday was a good sinning day. On “Meet the Press”, Mary Matalin showed up. It was tough to concentrate on Mary’s vile little whiffs of dialog because she evidently decided to pin her most recent Christmas tree topper on to her blouse. I mean what the hell was that thing? It looked like it could pickup signals from worldwide TV stations. Whatever the thing was it must have irritated her too because she sure was in a pissy mood. She was striking out like a cornered rattlesnake. Guess that’s the way you act when your best bud, Dick, had been raked over the coals all week. Suck it up, Mary.

On another show we were treated to Mr. Serious face, Bill Frist. What were the first words out of Dr. Eerie’s mouth? You got it. He announced for the bizillionth time that he was a surgeon. He was asked if Mr. Whittington could live with that pellet lodged in his heart. Frist smiled and said, yes. He went on to say that doctors often leave pellets, bullets and shrapnel in people. I expected to go even farther and say they used to leave cannonballs in people too, but he didn’t.

There were other shows and other guests but as usual, not much of anything worth watching, much less worthy of discussion today. David Gregory did apologize for telling Scotty to go piss up a rope. Okay, those weren’t his exact words, but what was that all about? Why would he apologize for losing his temper due to Scottie’s refusal to answer his questions? Now, there was some real sinning on Sunday.