Why do I want to be your president? Because goddamn it, I've earned it. Hell, I was an admiral's son, I didn't have to go to goddamn Vietnam, get shot down and deal with all those goddamn sadistic gook prison guards. No, I went because my prick of a father and his asshole of a father were goddamn admirals, for Christ's sake, and I had no choice but to pay off the poker bet I made with them and join the goddamn Navy. And after five years of eating goddamn rats and getting poked up the ass with hot bamboo sticks, then I gotta return to the states to a limping gimp of a wife who got herself fucked up in a car accident and got all fat on me? The cunt ended up with an ass on her the width of a Volkswagen, and after all I'd been through at the Hanoi Hilton, I was expected to come home and fuck that fat cunt? Hell, no! Then I met Cindy, who was hotter'n a two dollar pistol and her dad owned a beer factory. Why did I dump my fat ass first wife and get with Cindy? Bec...
you have GOT to read the fabulous post that the oh so smart and funny skirmish of wit has spun about love god's way... you know, flippin' homos into heteros cause it's the godly way. the fucking shame of it. her spin on it is so clever. check it out.
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I think, as assholic as he was in his delivery, that Simon Jones character who commented on my post was right about me being had (what, did he google to see everyone who had posted about it and crow about how stupid they were?). Boy I kind of feel like a fool, but I also feel like my point still stands, because people LIKE Donnie Davies are very real and very scary/upsetting. It says something that I was so ready to believe it.
I may blog further on this. We'll see where the muse takes me.