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...
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Maybe we should set up some sort of entryway to her mind.
We could call it "Being Michelle Malkin"
Imagine the weird scary shit going on in that mind.
Actually this sorta kinda makes me want to go vote for McCain.
And we all know that she is posturing around her McCain hate speech.
What a witch.
i wonder what happens to Ann and Rush if McCain wins (god forbid!) do they melt
Actually, this has to be some weird reverse psychology or they've just moved a NHL franchise down to Hades.
Very clever response by writeprocrastinator and the NHL in Hades. I'd send him a nickel, every time I use it.
We over here on the evil left really would like you to stay in your cave and just do your little rants from there.
It's all yours, unless I forget and put it in a short story, some six months from now.
They have already. It's called Anaheim.