1. Thursday, August 19, 2004

    im hungover 

    which is unlike me. but its the truth. therefore here is are some comments and rebutals that took place earlier this week.


    The president is not a retard.

    But keep telling people that he is!

    And when you’re crying into your margarita on the Wednesday after the first Tuesday after the first Monday of November, it’ll taste extra salty.

    Go fer it!


    to which i replied:

    people dont need me to tell them that the president is retarded.

    and me telling them that i think he’s retarded isnt going to make them vote for him out of spite.

    people might act like dipshits from time to time but if anyone votes for the president of the united states for emotional reasons generated from an aside that they read in a blog, especially this one, then they are almost as retarded as the president was for invading iraq because of 9/11.

    im sorry that the president is a fucking retard. im sorry that he doesnt want to hold press conferences because he knows he can barely speak to intelligent people in public. im sorry he was a coke head and a failed oilman and a deserter and an all around loser.

    im sure around fellow retards hes probably one of the more funny. and because he can talk for five minutes straight and know how to pronounce correctly the names or the countries that he is being asked about doesnt make him capable. i can train a dog to stand on his hind legs for a full minute but that doesnt make him a human.

    we have a handicapable commander in cheif who has cut taxes during war time, demolished the record surplus and turned it into a record deficit, will probably acheive the dubious honor of being the first president since the depression to have a net loss of job creation, and who sat and read that book about a goat for five minutes after learning the nation was being attacked.

    theres an old saying in texas, maybe it’s the same in tennessee

    they say call a spade a spade

    this retard is a fucking retard

    dont get fooled again


    to which an anonymous commenter named “jon” said:

    fuck you i’m still voting for him. i guess i like presidents that are retards, but then again i didn’t like clinton…


    but because he didnt leave an email address and/or webpage, i dont believe him.

    then the deputy laid it out:

    The President


    a Retard


    ~grumbling under breath~

    fucking fascist neo cons

    The Deputy

    and then devoy squared the circle beautifully:

    another old texas saying…..

    A 70-year-old Texas Rancher got his hand caught in a gate while working cattle. He wrapped the hand in his bandana and drove his pickup to the doctor. While suturing the laceration, the doctor asked the old man about George W. Bush being in the White House.

    The old Texan said, “Well, ya know, Bush is a ‘Post Turtle.'”

    Not knowing what the old man meant, the doctor asked what a Post Turtle was.

    The old man looked at him and drawled, “When you’re driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that’s a Post Turtle.”

    The old man saw a puzzled look on the doctor’s face, so he continued to explain:

    “You know he didn’t get there by himself, he doesn’t belong there, he can’t get anything done while he’s up there, and you just want to help the poor dumb bastard get down.”


    whover invented blog comments, God bless you.

    kat + albino chiggers + deputy