Too bad none of Jugears McCocksucker’s brothers paid a visit and used the glass for a splatter-art picture
Shat does splatter.
Frau Merwinkle needs dewalling, her security disarmed and her transportation public.
See how much longer she floods Hitlerstan with musloids after that.
Same with cockbreath.
We’re going about this all wrong. Just put out some monkey traps baited with a pile of Tubmans and just like that Squeaky goes on sabbatical. It works for Goldman.
He wants the money but he craves a lectern. Telling others what they have to do is at the core of his being. It would have to be some big, nasty fuck-you money to give that away. A la Goldman.
I am sick and tired of seeing and hearing Barky spew his BS.
He needs to go suck on the business end of a Howitzer.
For eight long years of Deteriorata –
Go placidly amid the noise and waste. And remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece (of Seseme street) thereof.
Avoid brilliant and strong persons.
Inflate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself (even though in your own mind there may be none) and heed well their advice, even though they be imbeciles.
Know Hu to bow to…..and Wen!
Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that THREE…do.
Whenever possible, avoid decisions.
Exaggerate your achievements and cloak your plans in “Transparency”.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment, despite the changing fortunes of time, there will always be a big future in humis.
Strive at all times to lie, deceive, seal records and destroy emails.
Whilst you wallow in vast fields of Bullshit, remember Benghazi!
Know yourself. If you need help, call Jeremiah Wright.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
especially with those persons closest to you – – that dipshit Lynch on yer left for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would drown your shallow, skinny little ass.
May the Muslim Brotherhood’s sandfleas of time forever infest your goat sandwich.
Hire Imams with hooks and sing Sheik Yerbouhti.
For a good time, call 1-800-606-4311. Ask for Reggie.
Take heart, in the bedeepening gloom, that your wife is finally getting enough Arugula.
Reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot,
it could only be worse in Kenya.
Therefore, make peace with your god,
whether you conceive him to be a
hairy thunderer, or cosmic pedophile.
With all your silly Hope and Change, Fundamental Transformation, wild and reckless spending, domestic spying, filthy Occupy Squatters, DREAM acts, Jihad-coddling, Benghazi-Bullshitting, Bush-blaming, Climate lies, Healthcare scams, shams and broken promises, the world continues to deteriorate, so Party Hearty and Fore…
You are a Fluke
of the Universe. You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
the Universe is laughing behind your back you two-bit, jug-eared, belly-aching, finger-pointing, maladroit, fundamentally-transforming, out-of-touch, Lying-Denying, dog-eating, flexible, Deserter-honoring, Gay-obsessed, stair-prancing, sheet-grabbing, pillow-biting, arrogant, flaming, Constitution-stomping, Communist Organizing, phoney-baloney plastic-banana republic Marxist, Muzlim Mallard!
Much Love to Curmudgeon at Political Clown Parade. I Am Honored, Madam.
A Fellow Texan Who Loves German Shepherds, Like Me
A Tremendous Honor from the Mothership
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