May 21, 2004



I don't know what's worse: my toothache, or hearing the cube-banshee and her fellow hellspawn-breeder screeching like tortured beagles while their boss giggles like a drunken clueless shit over their baby-poop stories.




Bush visits worried republicans, holds pep rally, circlejerk
At a closed-door meeting and taking no questions afterwards, Bunnypants vowed to "stay the course" and "do what is right for America," prompting fawning repukes to "shower him with ovations." When he finished, the whole sorry group of pithed, pathetic fuckwits filed past a bank of microphones to announce that they were unified in support of the Squinting Moron, then ceremoniously kissed the feet of the giant gold statue of Saint Ronnie of Reagan holding the infant George W.

When Nancy Pelosi, finally getting fed up with all the bullshit, accused him of incompetence and blamed him for the deaths of US soldiers, pasty, hemorrhoidal girlie-man Denny 'yes, Mr DeLay" Hastert predictably suggested she was "aiding the enemy in Iraq."

What a douchebag.


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