Hayseed Yuks And Stolen Bucks

Open up the window
I need to breathe
My lungs seared
From TV stench
That mocks intelligence
And denies existence
Of common sense
Replaced by common scents
Radiating outward
From the fecundity
Of mutual dreams
In Cape Cod yachts
That drip from liars lips
You can't con a con
And you can't shuck this shucker
Who just chucked a brick
Into your insincere TV appearance
On Beat The Nation
Where over confident hosts
Check their guests drawers
For shit stains
As the new model
In truth detection
Their Sunday guests
Psychopathic liar politicians
Crush lie detector speak
While psychic Johnny Apple Seeds
Confirmed by Snopes
Acting as truth consultant to the Stars
On the new reality series
Celebrity Divorce
Proclaim to the nation
Yuk yuk golly gee!
Sounds ahhhright to me!
And America says well ahhhright!
As 7 million hands
In unseen unison
Farting a sigh of relief
Switch to channel 666
To watch the new show
Freeway USA NASCAR Stars
Dancing With The Cars

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Promethean Dreams

Lost in the gaze of tar pit eyes
Laying quietly beneath the smooth water of your continence
The thirst for love forcing them to blunder forth recklessly
Only to be trapped and pulled down to their doom
As rebound predators thinking you mourn their loss jump on their backs
Baring the teeth of their come-ons
Destined to become just another victim
Caught in your sticky trap, roaring wildly for naught
As they too are consumed by the blackness of your selfish desire
But having fed, you have no need to move on
The eternity of your cruelty needs no new territory to conquer
Alas, unbeknownst to you, there is a price you too will pay
Your capacity to feel, desensitized by the coldness of your cruelty
Leaves you unable to experience true love
And you whither away and die
Your mind consumed by the same blackness you once used
To capture your unwary prey, making you wondering for eternity
What has happened, as you sit quietly contemplating this cruel twist
That fills your Promethean dreams with the epiphany of your own fate
To wake each morning to the renewed knowledge of being forever alone.

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Tasks For A New Morning

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The Adventures Of Dick Whipped In The Depression Dimension

The Adventures Of Dick Whipped In The Depression Dimension. An allegorical look at modern day living in the 21st Century.












Whoa! This place is fuckin' with my mind!












The Adventures Of Dick Whipped In The Depression Dimension. Part 2. An allegorical look at modern day living in the 21st Century after extensive psychotherapy.















Whoa! This place is fuckin' with my mind!












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Hep C...Can It Really Be Gone?

Ya, so anyway, back in 1992 I was diagnosed with Hep C. I spent 10 years waging an all out war emotionally and physically with it. In the end as in 2002 I got my first no detectable viral levels lab report.

My doctor Karen Lindsay is one of the top Hep C researchers in the country. I went back to the clinic today after 6 years, for some blood they wanted for a follow up on the people who responded and cleared the virus as it's called. While we were talking she made the comment about now that it's gone...and I cut her off and said ya but it's never really gone right? It's like hiding in some corner of my liver waiting to pounce back out. Right? And she said that people like me who respond, if they aren't showing any recurrence after 1 or 2 years, then it's gone, dead, finito, poof, KICKED YOUR ASS BITCH! WOOT! So I guess I can break out of this perpetual funk and start enjoying myself again. She said they are still doing studies with different drugs to find something that works well. In the Halt C study I was in they had far less responders than they thought they would. It was a nationwide study, but only 25 of us cleared here in the Los Angeles group. I guess I'm a lucky dog.

But hey you know what? I went through the meds 3 different times but never gave up. So you shouldn't either. There's life after Hep C. Trust me I know! Oh ya, did I mention the cirrhosis is gone and the fibrosis in the liver is disappearing too? SWEET! Now if I can just do the same with this damn back of mine.

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The Rancher and Wolf Make A Deal

Once upon a time there was a fox named Fox who really really liked eggs. So one day Fox went to the rancher and said "I was thinking that since you waste a lot of time guarding your hen house from foxes, maybe we could work something out to ease your work load. I'll guard your hen house for say 8 eggs a week. And I'll stash a few eggs once in a while so that if your hens get sick, I can still get you and your wife some eggs for breakfast. And we both know how much your wife loves her eggs in the morning."

Now the rancher, who thought he was a pretty intelligent man thought long and hard on this offer and finally said to himself "Well 8 eggs a week isn't such a bad idea. And since Fox knows how foxes think, he may just have a brilliant idea here." So the rancher agreed and they entered into a contract. They lived and co-existed peacefully for many years.

One day the rancher was out on his land and was approached by Wolf. Wolf said to the rancher "I hear you have Fox guarding your hen house. Is this true?"

The rancher said "Why yes, and it's a good arrangement."

This sent Wolf into a fit of laughter. He was laughing so hard, he fell on the ground rolled over and laughed and laughed till he had tears in his eye. The rancher wasn't amused and said "and what's so damned funny?"

Wolf composed himself and stood back up on all fours and looked the rancher right in the eye and said "and just who is going to guard the hen house from Coyote?"

The rancher was taken aback by this question. He had never even considered the possibility of Coyote in his hen house. He said to Wolf "I never thought of that. What should I do?"

Wolf of course said "well you can give me the job. And I'll only charge you 10 eggs a week. But that's because it's more work to guard against Coyote! And I'll bring you extra customers!"

Well extra customers was all the rancher needed to hear as those damn hippie vegans had been hurting his beef business, so they agreed and entered into a contract. Now Wolf went around to some markets and said "if you buy the ranchers eggs, I'll give you an extra dozen a week. Just tell the rancher what a good job you think I'm doing." Well of course the store owners were delighted and told other store owners and the ranchers egg business grew and grew. But he couldn't figure out why he wasn't selling as many eggs as his hens should have been hatching.

He went to Wolf and asked him if he had any thoughts on the matter. Wolf said "well I think it's the fear thing. The chickens are afraid we are going to get bombed by another rancher, especially that foreign guy down the road who owns the small ranch and secretly wants yours. The hens know about that because I told them about it one day, and I'm afraid I stressed them out." He didn't tell the rancher that he was having a hen for dinner once in a while. Sort of a job perk he felt he was entitled to

"Oh" said the rancher, "well what can we do. Everyone is afraid nowadays"

Then one day the rancher went down to the hen house. As he got closer he suddenly realized how quiet it was. And of course it was quiet because Wolf had gotten carried away with himself and ate all the farmers hens, just like Wolves like to do. The farmer went inside and there was Wolf sitting on a bail of hay picking his teeth with a chicken bone. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" said the rancher.

Oh my friend it's a sad day for the egg business I'm afraid. That foreign rancher down the street came by and told the hens about global warming. They got so scared, and then when he told them he had air conditioning in his hen house, they all packed up and went with him. Now it seems you have no choice. You are going to have to give me $700 Billion to buy new hens. Oh ya, and I'm gonna need a raise to say 20 eggs a week? It's a lot tougher guarding against Coyote than I thought." Wolf looked at the rancher with an evil eye and a drool coming out of the corner of his mouth, and smiled like Wolves do, with sun shining off their fangs as they look at their next meal.

The End

And the moral of this story? If you are a rancher you can eat shit and die cause you're either gonna be broke and loose your ranch, or blame it on the foreigner down the street. Either way Wolf is gonna get his raise or a meal.



Postscript: Wolf made so much money off the deal, he moved to Alaska to hunt Caribou, where he got shot from an airplane by the lady governor.

And the moral of the postscript? In a battle between a wolf and a bitch, the bitch is gonna win every time. Just start hangin' out in singles bars if you don't believe me.

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YOWZA MAMMY! US DARKIES DUN LUVS DEM WAFFLES!
Current mood: I wanna jus goes n pukes massa!

You know even I didn't think they could stoop that low. Obama Waffle Mix being sold at the "Values" Voters Summit this weekend sponsored by the Family Research Council, where among others Newt Gingrich spoke (you remember him, the guy trying to impeach Clinton while having an affair of his own at the same time). I got to wonder just what kind of values these sick fucks have. Actually I kinda already figured that one out on my own. And what in the hell is that shit growing out the bottom of his ears supposed to be? That's it. I'm gonna start selling Palin Alaskan Pig Lips including a free tube of lip stick with every purchase. Somebody get me a sponsor!

This just in: Palin went to Iraq. No wait. She didn't. Whoops! Yes she did! McCain has really got to get Palins people together on this story. It's changed 3 times now where in Iraq she went, when she went, and why she went. This one just popped out at the AP news wire 2 hours ago.

"Palin made a well-documented trip to Kuwait and Germany last year to visit U.S. troops, and over time, the governor and her staff have revealed she also visited Canada and Mexico. Meanwhile, her aides clarified that a purported visit to Ireland was little more than a refueling stop during her trip to the Middle East.

On Saturday, a Palin aide told The Associated Press the governor also traveled one-quarter mile into Iraq during her July 2007 trip to participate in a re-enlistment ceremony for a member of the Alaska National Guard. Palin did not mention the excursion when asked about her foreign travels last week during a two-part ABC News interview because the bulk of her trip was elsewhere, said spokeswoman Tracey Schmitt.

That answer appears to contradict one provided to The Boston Globe, which reported Saturday that McCain-Palin aides had twice revised their description of Palin's visit to Iraq.

The newspaper said unnamed aides initially explained that Palin had visited a "military outpost" inside Iraq. The Globe said campaign aides and members of the Alaska National Guard subsequently explained that she did not venture beyond the Iraq/Kuwait border when she visited the Khabari Alawazem Crossing on July 25, 2007.

Lt. Col. Dave Osborn, commander of the 3d Battalion, 207th Infantry of the Alaska National Guard, who was in charge of the 570 local troops serving in Kuwait and Iraq, said Palin did not cross in Iraq.

"You have to have permission to go into a lot of areas, and (the crossing) is where her permissions were," Osborn told the newspaper during a telephone interview Friday.

But Schmitt said Palin was accompanied by a Pentagon general who oversees National Guard matters.

"According to the general who traveled with her, while she was there she presided over a re-enlistment ceremony of an Alaskan National Guard soldier," the spokeswoman said."
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Seven Years On...

Mighty towers crumble
Into dust and blood
Taking down with them
A nations innocence
Splayed across glass screams
And digital bites
In pixilated obscurity
Hidden in plain sight
To cover conspiratorial whispers
Shouted out and unheard
As even soap operas fall victim
To the spontaneity
Of their blitzkrieg lies
Breaking news soon replaced
By breaking hearts

As mayors and Governors lie
While first responders die
The nation wonders why
And families have to cry

False talk of safety
The first harbinger of more to come
As years would pass
Our 9/11 heroes fallen ill
Their pain unrecognized
Or worse still ignored
And berated as fakers
Who risked death
In unknown asbestos clouds
Like agent orange heroes
That came before them
In another ugly war
As money that heals
Is squandered by heels
In unfamiliar places
Like Fallujah and Georgia

As a President continues the lie
And a nation wonders why
Heroes have to die
And families have to cry

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The Large Hadron Collider An angryhippy Prediction

1st An overview on past scientific experiment predictions:

They thought the first atomic bomb might create a chain reaction in the Van Allen radiation belt. The scientists were making bets on the size of the hole the first hydrogen bomb would leave on the island they tested it on. The smoke cleared and the island was gone! LOL They are still afraid to try a cobalt bomb. They think it might crack the planet.
About colliders, cyclotrons, linear accelerators, atom smashers, or whatever they are calling them now. They were going to build a huge accelerator in Texas but canceled construction because of the possibility the fire ants would eat the wiring.

2nd The angryhippy prediction:

I have done some calculations and after conferring with a few of my fellow physicists, I have concluded that the results will be dire indeed. But not in a way anyone could have known. Here's the scenario as it will unfold if, god forbid I'm right!

I think they will create a thermal black hole (something nobody has discovered yet, but whose existence I postulated 20 or so years ago when this new collider was only 4). It will suck in all the global warming and leave the earth locked in a deep freeze. Bush will call it his friendly black hole initiative, and have a duel with Gore, who will also claim it was his idea, by playing SUV chicken with each other on the Champs Elysee in Paris. Bush will slip on the ice and crash into the Eiffel tower knocking it over and France will quit NATO in retaliation, and Vlad The Impaler Putin will seize his opportunity and nuke Luxembourg starting a nuclear war that will warm stuff up again. So you see...it's all good.

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Currently listening : An Accidental Collision of Atoms: The Best of Extreme By Extreme Release date: 1997-12-17

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Chocolate Desires

The circumspect blind night watchman
Caresses the color in your stagnant mind
Waiting to broach the subject of your desire
As you laugh at the mismatched shoes
Covering his sock puppet hands
The lack of worthiness in his eyes
Not subject to your pity nor your respect
Your dagger bitch eyes attempt to catch his gaze
Behind Ray-Ban saucers amusement
You move on in Jezebel style
Fording the river of tears
That just washed out your home
Dreams stuffed in your backpack
Of other places and other times
Are shouting to passers by
Who smell of gold and croissants
And offer you two left hands
For your broken packet watch
That used to tell only good times
And happy hours in tea rooms
Frequented by blissless whores
With their own backpacks
Filled with drawings of their daddy
Standing in front of 56 Fords
Dressed in 55 T's and levis
Blowing long past kisses
To cumulus clouded minds
Attempting circumspect circumcision
Of cranial foreskins
Long since fallen from use
Collecting moneys for your 31 favors
Attentive out of date routines
And concrete emotions
You smile at candid police cams
That track your every creamy pleasure
And chocolate desire

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It’ll Be OK

Sitting in the park he wondered.
"Why was I chosen for this blue label generic life?
I know I'd be better if I hadn't got this one"
He pondered his dilemma pausing only occasionally
Thought interrupted by psychotic commercial breaks
The vibrations coursing through his body
He slipped into a purple colored haze
Which enveloped him and each person around him
Like some absurd cocoon "What's going on?
Is this some stupid Jimi Hendrix dream?" he thought to himself
He shook his head frantically trying to stop the colors
And vibrations pounding ever stronger, ever louder

He focused intently till clarity returned
And looked around. "how did I get on this bus?"
He was crammed in with 100 other passenger pigeons
The faces were all distorted laughing. He tried to erase them
He searched his mind in vain for the numbers
To open his combination lock memory
His hand as if with a mind of it's own
Slipped into his pocket and caressed the cold steel lover
Who spoke without being spoken to
And answered to no man
He could feel his mind calming
As he stroked the smooth cold barrel

The bus stop arrived like a bad dream unremembered
The bench was surrounded by Daisy Cutter blossoms
Who screamed out to the traffic passing by
Challenging it to move more slowly.
It's sound growing ever louder behind his closed eyes
Until it felt his head would explode
As the vibrations like waves crashed against his body
Then everything became still as she appeared
"She stands there on that corner and ignores me." he thought
As he slowly moved closer her silent words screamed
Profane blessings moving outward into the returning mist
A green putrefied thickening fog
That grabbed his throat as if to choke him
And cut off his voice denying him
He walked up to her and said hello.

"Do I know you?" she said
Her words rang with irritation pulsing white hot
It cut through the mist and pounded against his brow
"No" he said, "and yes." then he began to beg her
"Get out of my head. Please! Get out of my head!"
Her brown eyes widened in fear as the blue steel
Slipped easily out of his pocket and pointed at her
She crouched on the ground her hands covering her
As wisps of purple moved aside to reveal her face
And the Daisy's danced in circles
"Oh God no, please no!" she pleaded
The vibrations grew ever stronger and stronger
Till he could hardly stand against them
He braced himself as if standing in a strong wind
"Don't worry it will be OK" the words slipping out
Without permission like the cold steel in his hand

A voice began to scream in his head
That turned into a high pitched wail
Then his body grew rigid every muscle tightening
Locked in battle with his mind no longer answering
As if another mind controlled them
"I won't let them do this" he thought
His focus narrowed to his elbow
And as his mind strained it began to bend
Slowly it bent, as he smiled
Realizing he was finally in control his mind rushed
A feeling of triumph he had never known
That felt better than anything he could have imagined
Multicolored rainbow circles enveloped and caressed his body
As he bent and turned the arm slowly
Till the blue steel barrel faced him
"See I told you it would be OK!"
He smiled at her beautiful face took a deep breath
Stuck the barrel into his mouth
And pulled the trigger.

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The Rule Of Five

Summer draws to a close and the annual "back to school" mayhem begins.When I take the bus to my sons on Fridays, I transfer buses at one stop that is literally on the beach. Being a surfer for life even though my back injury has ended my surfing days long ago, I still must walk out on the beach and check out the waves. That area is lousy for surfing but being just south of the stop, the Huntington Beach Pier is usually 3 to 4 feet bigger, so I can get a good indication as to the size. If the crap spot is 4 feet then chances are the pier is fduckin huge. The smaller size at this spot makes it a good spot to bring the kids. The last time I was there and walked down to the shore I noticed the beach was really trashy as in trash everywhere.

I used to have a rule when I took my son and a car load of his friends to the beach. I used to make them "pay" for the ride home. I used to call it "The Rule Of Five" I would stand by a trash can near where the van was parked, and the gang were each required to pick up 5 pieces of trash on the walk back to the car. I didn't care if it was a straw or a soda can. A cigarette box or cigarette butt. I only required that they had five separate items that they had to deposit in the trash can as I watched. My son and his friends are grown now. All in or near their twenties. But you know they still respect the beach. And they all remember the rule of five.

We parents all take our kids and their friends places like the beach, the park etc. It would be nice if all parents could have their own rule of five. I guarantee that the kids will think it stupid (or lame) at first, but trust me the message will linger. If everyone had a rule of five themselves, just think what we could do to make our world a nicer and cleaner place.

Currently listening : Come Clean (Clean Version) By Puddle Of Mudd Release date: 2001-08-28

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Did You See That Shit? They Applauded!

I suppose in a democracy a responsible person, regardless of party should listen to both candidates before deciding on who to vote for. A careful comparison on their views, goals, and plans. When I wrote my first e-mail to George Bush what seems like so many years ago, I told him that if I had one consolation, in terms of his presidency it would be the knowledge that my grand children would learn in their history class that he was the worst president we ever had. Right behind the distinguished Chester A. Arthur. As the years went by, and my e-mails continued, my early analysis seemed to be a correct one as his popularity rating plummeted.  And with that drop in his rating there was a comparative rise in my hatred to the extent that my last e-mail said that if he dropped dead tomorrow from a heart attack or better yet a brain aneurysm, I would gladly break my 9 years of sobriety to make a celebratory toast to his demise. I decided after that one that I better quit talking shit to him before the secret service started parking around the corner!

So anyway tonight on the news, right after the story on the new 90210 TV shows return, (they obviously have their priority straight) I saw George the Pusillanimous Purulent Pustule Prick Bush giving his speech to the Republican Convention from the White House (apparently not in person because he is said to be somewhat persona non grata as it relates to campaigning for the McCain Mutiny). And when he was done speaking a truly amazing thing happened. The crowd started applauding. Not as in a courtesy applause out of respect for him being the standing president a job he obviously has proven HE has little respect for. No this was wild enthusiastic applause. I'm not sure if it was staged, or possibly out of fear of retaliation by the fuhrer, but they were smiling and they were REALLY enthusiastic.

So I'm sorry readers but after all that, that's all I really wanted to say was about my state of shock at seeing these sycophants wildly cheering this man who has not almost but fully destroyed this country. And they applauded! Almost could be fixed with a change of leadership. But this country is broken. It is a piece of shit in the eyes of the world. As a result of this man. And they applauded! The decline of our military might has resulted in soldiers, veterans being sent back to those theocratic shit holes of Iraq and Afghanistan, after VA doctors had certified them as not being fit for deployment, sometimes on crutches and in slings. Yes it's true I shit you not. God forbid we square off with Russia, for our only response with any semblance of power would have to be nuclear. As a result of this man. And they applauded! The economy is shattered. As a result of this man! And they applauded! Having an injury or needing surgery can now cost you your home. As a result of this man. And they applauded! Owning a home is no longer part of the American dream. As a result of this man. And they applauded! No longer can we hope to have the right to be secure in our persons, houses, papers, and effects. To be safe from unreasonable searches and seizures. To be sure those rights shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized. As a result of this man. And They Applauded! The constitution is shredded. As a result of this man. And They applauded! The American dream is in tatters. As a result of this man! AND THEY APPLAUDED! You and I are now thought of as torturers and murderers all over our planet. As a result of this man! AND THEY APPLAUDED!

And they applauded. Anyone who saw that and still votes for McCain will also be liable to be counted with those who applauded. If you are reading this and you applauded. If you are reading this and nodded your head in solidarity with those who applauded, I guess I should probably feel sorry for you. But I don't. I should probably say something clever like Oberman does. But I won't. I have no commonality with you. I consider you a sub-optimal human being. I consider you to be something baser than a Michael Vick dog fighter. Lesser than a crack ho. Lesser than a...oh hell lets just end this now. I hate your fuckin' guts! And that, in a way, is the saddest thing of all. As a result of this man.

Disclaimer: Me too! From The Ciudad De Los Ángeles Perdidos (City of Lost Angels) I'm:

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California Earthquakes vs. Gulf State Hurricanes

When I lived in Texas for a few years, I would get in heated discussions with the natives about living in Los Angeles. They used to say "I'd take a hurricane over an earthquake any day". This is the angryhippy response to just how fduckin stupid that statement and the people who said it, really are.

California Earthquakes vs. Gulf State Hurricanes

Day 1
Hurricane: You hear there is a tropical depression entering the Gulf, so you go to Kroger's for a free tracking map.
Earthquake: You kick back and party.

Day2
Hurricane: You mark its location and track after getting current location coordinates from the news.
Earthquake: You kick back and party.

Day 3
Hurricane: You check your stock of masking tape and batteries. You update your tracking map.
Earthquake: You kick back and party.

Day 4
Hurricane: You go to the store and spend money on masking tape, candles, drinking water, flashlight/radio batteries and or plywood. The foreigner who owns the Circle Kaos store has doubled the price. You update your tracking map.
Earthquake: You kick back and party.

Day 5
Hurricane: You put tape on your windows, and screw plywood over them. You fill as many pans that will fit in your freezer with water to use as ice so your food won't spoil. You clean the bathtub and fill it with water to drink. You update your tracking map.
Earthquake: You kick back and party.

Day 6
Hurricane: You pack the car for a quick get away. You call to see if anyone is having a hurricane party. You update your tracking map.
Earthquake: You kick back and party.

Day 7
Hurricane: The fduckin thing hung a left turn and heads for Brownsville. You unpack the car, remove the plywood, get out your scraper and start removing the tape from the windows, that by this time has fossilized into an unknown substance harder than diamond from sitting in that gulf sun. You burn your tracking map.
Earthquake: You kick back and party.

Day 8
Hurricane: The hurricane has just run into a large Pacific storm that crossed Mexico into the Gulf. The thing has now turned and is headed back in your direction. You bust out a bottle of Bad Jack and say fuck it.
Earthquake: There is a 6.3 on the Richter Scale. You are scared shitless for 9 seconds. You find your cats under the bed and try to calm them. There's no damage. You kick back and party

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John McCain Made A Good Choice

Oh, hell. Lets see. Where to start? She is opposed to putting polar bears on the endangered species list. She's in favor of aerial hunting of wolves (that one alone would be enough for me to make up my mind that she's a scum bag). She's in favor of off shore drilling. She's a hunter and member of the NRA. She opposes a woman's right to choose. She lied in her first speech since the nomination about "The Bridge To Nowhere" She's being investigated in Alaska for using her official position to get her ex brother in law fired, and firing staff that wouldn't play along (gee that sounds familiar. Wasn't there another guy who does that?) And she opposes equal pay for equal work! Yada yada blah blah blah ad nauseum infinitum. What a prize this one is. Oh what the hell. She just needs to show a little leg to get all those horny old Democrat men up and out voting. I could go on listing her same as Bush Republican credentials. But the real reason I like McCains choice is he thinks Hillary's women are gonna vote for him because all they were concerned with is electing a woman regardless of her background or position on what needs to be done. How shallow a line of thought is that? He would have been better off choosing Condom Sleazy Rice than someone he only met once. But hey, at least she has a cool nickname. The Barracuda! LOL Wait, this just in! Her nickname has been changed to The Scaracuda! Wonder why?

Disclaimer: Now angry, that's not fair. I mean you would have gone for that back in the day wouldn't you? I mean you did have 3 ho's for roommates. What? The ho's weren't that sleazy looking? What do you mean by she looks like a ball buster? Oh, OK Never mind then.
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Currently listening : Barracuda By Heart Release date: 2005-09-26

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