April 2007

i see that paul wolfowitz, the "father of the iraq occupation," has been having a little trouble at the world bank, where he went to "help the unfortunate" and "fight corruption ...." when i hear that he's the father of the invasion and occupation, i wonder--who the fuck is the mother? what kind of silly ho would spread for this scumsucking pig? oh .... kosher pig, for sure, but pig nonetheless ..... anyway, i know that he's doing a good job, just like he did over in eye-rak .... what better way to help poor people than by putting your punch on your payroll?

the gonzales dog-and-pony show tends to be distracting; i almost .... i said "almost" ..... i almost felt sorry for this cretinous sack of shit ..... he was like a mouse that had had its legs broken, then found itself tossed into a turd-filled sandbox with a bunch of kittens who were just learning how to puff themselves up, hiss, hop sideways, and punch anything that was smaller, weaker, and more helpless than they are ..... like a dustball ..... or a shoelace ...... or an old tampon ...... yeah .... our politicians ...