Payday's-a-comin'

Say It Aint So
Ken Lay formerly of Enron died of heart attack days ago. That’s too bad, I mean, he was months away from being sentenced to a prison stay that would be better than conditions in Inner City Detroit, Pre-Katrina NOLA and even The Pine Ridge Rez in SD. He could have gotten out in 8 years after getting drunk every night off of gin and tonics. His stay would have actually improved his golf game rather than develop clever ways of getting out of being fucked in the ass by a big black man or pushed around by big hairy bear of a white man. Nightmares missed Ken. Why? The possibility, though doubtful, of you eating Oliver Twist gruel was exciting to say the least. Picturing you in an orange jump suit in the play yard digging a hole near fence to hide your cell made shank out of that very same fence material is priceless. Being as smart as you are, I’m sure you would of thought of pulling of a great escape from Alcatraz like Eastwood, or even Robbins in Shawshank. Hell a shootout would have been great TV like the Texas 7 years ago. But no you took the easy way out and died. Ya Rat Bastard!!! Now do all god fearing, church going, corporate slime balls go to heaven? Watch the movie, “All Dogs Go To Heaven?” and you’ll get your answer. Many people are waiting for you in Hell Ken. Good Luck And God Speed!