When you read fucking shit like this - not to mention this - you really do start to wonder if Bush eating a still-breathing baby on live network television, the torn flesh and crimson-stained innards sloshing at his feet on the freshly-manicured White House lawn like the hapless victims of some Cthulhuian monstrosity, is what's required to get the Democrats sufficiently pissed off enough to not give one more fucking inch to these amoral, bloodthirsty, self-loathing Automatons for Christ. You can't possibly be afraid of their cheetohs-munching followers. They already fucking hate you with a venomous passion no matter what you do or say or how you vote. Bush? NOBODY likes him. I'd love to declare that you should be afraid of the voters who are increasingly dissatisfied with your continued lack of concrete action on various fronts, though kudos on this - methinks I can still detect the faintest of heartbeats, after all. But since defunding the war is as probable as me winning a beauty contest, can we at least impeach Fredo already? As for the aforementioned people to whom this government is (supposedly) of, by and for, their approval might end up being out of your hands anyway. So just continue doing what you're doing because you're scared of [insert applicable fear]. Crime may not pay if you're an expendable underling, but it sure does if you're the top dog.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Just fucking stop it already
Posted by Randal Graves at 8:29 AM
Labels: democratic wimpery, iraq, police state, republican shenanigans, terrorism, turd blossom
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