Just Another FNG
So I accidentally became blogger just so I could bust Chisevens balls. For some time know I have been reading the deranged rantings of this rather cryptic and elusive character who interprets the world in a uniquely scathing manner. Hats off, dear friend for your unwavering ability to spot hilarious links that provide me endless distractions whilst toiling away at this damn console all workday long. It was the picture of G-Dub with a couple of hairless and handless cretins at his side that drove me to this luncay you call "blogging".
I am of the opinion that the "Bushies" are currently creating an unholy alliance of malcontents and hilariously evil caricatures of superheros bent on the total destruction of all that is right and good in this world. Even the names these people are astonishingly tactless. Jay J. Armes is the name of the rather brusk looking little man with no arms to Dub's right. These are rich fields my friends...shall we frollic.
Jay J. Armes would love to be the Prez's right hand man, if only he could get a hand up.
I'd hate to be beat down by big J, I hear he has a mean left hook.
He's has been known for fingering many a bad guy a police line up.
It only gets worse, so I'll stop. But it is time america steps back from the pulpet of presidential idolatry and fully experiences the utterly surreal world our current President has surrounded himself with. Jay J is just a random example of Dub's wacky world.
It's all o.k. though, because on the night of Nov. 2, when cheney pulls his hand out of W's ass and tucks his little hollow headed puppet in for a hard earned night's sleep, Laura Bush will read a chapter from the latest "Left Behind" series paperback to sedate her special little guy; which she purchased from Wall-Mart who procured these dastardly books from the broken backs of a thousand chinese children who have really been left behind. All the while the American veteran who's job was outsourced to that great red beast of the east casts his vote for our fearless leader and then is forced to get into the imported sedan of a discrete and high ranking republican politician to be ass fucked for the 50 bucks he needs to fork over to the pharmacutical industry to get pain killers to cope with the melted legs he recieved from an Iraqi roadside bomb.
How's that for synicism and conspiracy theory! Anyhoo, I'm still looking foward to seeing which beast will slouch towards Bethesda to be born once more.
Have a great day.
I am of the opinion that the "Bushies" are currently creating an unholy alliance of malcontents and hilariously evil caricatures of superheros bent on the total destruction of all that is right and good in this world. Even the names these people are astonishingly tactless. Jay J. Armes is the name of the rather brusk looking little man with no arms to Dub's right. These are rich fields my friends...shall we frollic.
Jay J. Armes would love to be the Prez's right hand man, if only he could get a hand up.
I'd hate to be beat down by big J, I hear he has a mean left hook.
He's has been known for fingering many a bad guy a police line up.
It only gets worse, so I'll stop. But it is time america steps back from the pulpet of presidential idolatry and fully experiences the utterly surreal world our current President has surrounded himself with. Jay J is just a random example of Dub's wacky world.
It's all o.k. though, because on the night of Nov. 2, when cheney pulls his hand out of W's ass and tucks his little hollow headed puppet in for a hard earned night's sleep, Laura Bush will read a chapter from the latest "Left Behind" series paperback to sedate her special little guy; which she purchased from Wall-Mart who procured these dastardly books from the broken backs of a thousand chinese children who have really been left behind. All the while the American veteran who's job was outsourced to that great red beast of the east casts his vote for our fearless leader and then is forced to get into the imported sedan of a discrete and high ranking republican politician to be ass fucked for the 50 bucks he needs to fork over to the pharmacutical industry to get pain killers to cope with the melted legs he recieved from an Iraqi roadside bomb.
How's that for synicism and conspiracy theory! Anyhoo, I'm still looking foward to seeing which beast will slouch towards Bethesda to be born once more.
Have a great day.
posted by Grand Marquis at 1:01 PM
1 Comments:
And so it begins...
I was wondering when you would throw down the gauntlet and begin documenting your slow slide into madness in weblog fashion. Let the brilliance begin.
I expect nothing short of genius.
Do not let me down.
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