Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Changing the bunting
on the poo.
Changing the diapers on the raptor.
Changing the room freshener in the Death Star’s potty.
Stuffing potpourri in the reeking corpse's pockets.
Snapping a festive condom on a serial molester.
Painting a rat's taint yellow and calling it lemon meringue pie.
Bye, Scotty: Don’t the door whack ya where Dubya used to pack ya.
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To date, this is how the very few interactions I've had with Never Trumpers have gone, because I want to talk about the Befor...
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“This maybe the year when we finally come face to face with ourselves; finally just lay back and say it—that we are really j...
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This is such a non-story. And Rove - WHAT?! He's just being taken off one 40 hours of his week so he can concentrate full time on making illegal aliens the gays of the next election cycle. The music goes round and round... and it comes out in the same place.
Color me bitter.
DCNative,
Color me pissed off. I am ashamed to admit that I've been a Republican since 1979, and starting about 2000 I swore that I'd vote Socialist before I again blacken in an oval for a GOP candidate.
Jason Leopold (Truthout) has anew article out:
Grand Jury Hears Evidence Against Rove.
Hold on to yer Merry-Ftizmas hats ...
April Showers brings Fitz's Indictment Powers.
:-D
Like I said yesterday, the sweepers are getting fired while the assholes holding the sledgehammers are still on the books.
Hey, Drifty, email me, please? I lost your email addy.
For those of us cognoscenti of false witness the creme de la merde will always be Ari Fleischer. That guy could lie like the rest of us breathe.
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