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March 19, 2008

Collector of Bones

I am given to understand that a preacher saying God might "damn America" is the worst thing to ever happen.

Well, if McCain can't-tell-his-Iraq-from-his-ass gets elected president, America is gonna be not just damned, but in fact well and truly fucked.

NOTE: I arose from my sickbed to post this (or, rather, stayed in my sickbed and posted it from my laptop), because of my tremendous sense of duty -- the Republic could not survive in these dark days without my Voice, my frail, stomach-virus wracked Voice, speaking "fuck!" to power. I hope you all fucking appreciate it.

(Vomits once more into pail while nevertheless retaining sense of immense personal dignity)

UPDATE: Oh for fuck's sake. I can't possibly throw up enough to properly express my feelings towards ABC News right now...

Go here and obey Susie Madrak.

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Sorry UR sick dood.

Try not to watch teevee.

Being a huge fan of offensive humor, I'm amused that "God damn America" is, on at least two levels, such a nose-tweaker. And in such a tight little package.

It's a bitter chuckle though, seeing McCain's poll gains and understanding that it really means that plenty of us are too pathetic to even look up the context of these rabble-rousing sound clips. And then yeah, that entirely irrelevant but still deliciously smutty Hillary factoid...

We live among the greatest consumers of agenda-warped media, of propaganda, in history. Jeez.

Hope you feel better soon! It hit me pretty bad two weeks ago.

Now on to bidness.

Who the fuck are McCain's foreign policy advisors?!? Is it Huckleberry Graham and Holy Joe (cue ram's horn)?

Josh Marshall lays out a good case for putting McCain in a nursing home far from the White House.

I live in AZ and I hope he loses the election and then gets his ass kicked royally by Gov. Janet Napolitano for his Senate seat. Then Cindy and Grandpa John can stay home, pop pills together and drift off into the afterlife . . . Happy trails St. John!

I demand to know where Socks was at the time of the semen-spilling.

Feel better soon, Thers.

One hit closer to your million. :-)

Oh, crap-- is it" Blue Stained Dress Day" already?

Gosh, were does the time go?

And me without a "BSD-Day" present. Or festive hat. It's all so embarrassing.

There will be many such days ahead when we shall have to pull ourselves up, sick or not, and fight.

Thanks.

That god may damn America for being racist is wrong. That He may damn America for permitting abortion is right. It's quite simple, so why don't you get it?

MCain is just not very bright. He'll have more of these senior moments, I'm sure. Not that it'll make any difference. Did you know that he was once a POW?

Shit, man, when I take a look around me it seems God has been damning Murka for quite a while.

I hope you fucking feel better.

No one is sick until we decide he is! Were we be sick when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no! What the fuck happened to the Thers I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? "Ooh, we're afraid to speak out, we might throw up!." Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this!

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