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25 de Diciembre, 2006

Two year surge, mami. No tengo Viagra, tampoco!

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screenshota I KNOW I AM NOT EDUCATED AND FLUENT in the ways of political masturbastardization, so this will probably be very easy to answer...but if the Democrats just crushed the GOP; just flushed the GOP out of their cozy seats, and did so because the people want a change...then why, exactly, are we about to escalate the war?

Mmmm. Feelin' the power of that vote yet? Soakin' up the feeling of acting in the interest of your own destiny and that of the world's? God, there's nothin' like a Democracy. Smells like...like...Baghdad in the morning.

Don't you love how that sickest of sick whiny war-droolin' pendejos—Bill Kristol—is ohgoshsovery proud and impressed by how King Codpiece is, bein' all "strong" and "reagan" enough to disregard the voice of the People???

Ooooh, I feel a stirrin' when I get up close to a real dictator. Rrrrrrowr!

This was Opposing View Never Speaketh Guy and dig the facial expressions when Kristol talks about being all randy watching the Emperor shed the gauzy democratic trappings of the People's will:

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"Oooh... how dare Bush not listen to the nice bi-partisan [blah blah blah] Iraq Study Group and gracefully accept defeat!" mocks Bill Kristol, oddly.

Why does his doing this remind me so much of that whole pursing of the lips and "oooh, please don't kill me," skit that our Monkey in Chief reportedly performed to Tucker Carlson as he mocked a death row woman who had pleaded for a pardon? Why does Bill Kristol sound like he already knows what Bush will say in his speech in two weeks? Why does he constantly have to go back and add qualifiers such as "I believe he'll say" or "Bush will say—I think he'll say, that is..." and whatnot? I think this strange man with the rictus grin and crying eyes has been coached, has been floated, has been informed. Anyway, I really want to beat him up, really, really, really bad when I hear him talk. When I see these bullshit artists in starched shirts egging on war without end, waving on countless boys to die for their greedy games of war, I want to yank them by the collar and get them down in the dirt, I want to say "oh yeah? you love to fight, you want to kill, you want to surge, do ya? then—as Barbara Streisand was recently reported to say—stfu and get your hands in motion, effin armchair general!"

Ay! I shouldn't listen to this puto spout his nonsense. (And don't you love how he declines his voice as he explains how simple it will all go down... as if by making his voice droney and bored, we should believe the SURGE effort will be so damn successful and carefree that you could sleep though it.

I must not listen to Bill Kristol talk, it's not good for my brain. Anyway, can someone please explain the way the universe works to these dim bulbs? A "surge," by nature, is but momentary. I mean who doesn't want to surge for two whole years? Man. Give these guys some Rogaine, some Viagra, and some meth—or is that just the religious guys these days?—and they start believing they can do any ole thing!


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