Posted by Janeane Garofalo to Jeff Goldstein's blog on April 1.
>>So I'm like, eating lunch at Rocco's (breaded meatballs and squid, and a couple daiquiris -- lime, not that hateful strawberry shit 20-year old debutantes slurp down like frozen custard), and at the table right behind me, these two corporate 50-somethings are blathering on about the so-called Fallujah massacre.
So I listen to these two stiffs for about a minute -- typical warmongering testosto-talk, y'know, crap like "we have a right to defend ourselves forcefully" blah blah blah -- before I finally snap and turn around and dump a ramekin of cocktail sauce all over corporate raider number one's Brooks Brothers blue traditional and splash-o-color, I'm-still-an-individual-even-though-I-sold-my-soul-to-big-business-long-ago tie.
I didn't even tell him why I did it. I just stormed out and then called Rocco on my cell to have him comp the meal. Because I am so sick of having to argue with these idiots. I mean, earth to conservobastards: it's about nuance and getting along -- it's about shades of freakin' gray -- not about war and violence.
Is that so difficult to understand?
Oh, I forgot to mention, David Arquette was there having a sandwich. Didn't get get a chance to say hello, though -- or to ask him about that freakass suit he was wearing on Leno the other night. But that doesn't mean I'm letting it go. You've been warned, Dave.
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