docwebster | Ah, that feels better.

This is a post filled with venom. This is a post filled with bile. This is a post filled with outrage at the pResident of the White House. I will give you one more chance to back out now, and if you don't, I'll assume you want to read this rant.

I hate that sonofabitch. I hate the way his puppet masters Karl Rove and Dick(less) Cheney, along with The Religious Reich, jerk his string and he dances to their tune without hesitation. I hate the way that chimpanzee looking piece of filth finds absolutely no problem with his Vice-monkey Cheney's Halliburton buddies sodomizing any vague standards of fair business practice, all the way down to a subsidiary of Halliburton (Kellogg, Brown and Root) serving up the Thaksgiving dinner President Photo-Op snuck in for.

Yes, I am glad the military captured Saddamaramalamadingdong. Yes, I know the Flightsuit In Chief authorized the Texas sized can of whoopass that got opened up all over REALLY Bad Santa. Now shut the fuck up about it and get our boys out of there as soon as the Iraqi council is in place, you intellectual equivalent of a sheet stain.

I hate the dimwitted fuck for appointing a man to the highest legal office in these United States who was SO UNPOPULAR he lost an election to a DEAD MAN. If you are THAT unpopular, it's time to leave office, Reichsfuhrer Ashcroft.

But what has finally and utterly pushed me over the edge about The Orangutan In Chief is this.

Mr. Bush.. unless and until your drivel spewing monkey-looking ass has seen the results of a parking lot "fagbashing" that sent a young man into a vegetative state (no idea if he ever recovered, I moved to Missouri soon after) because of what he loves to do with penises, both his and others, I will thank you not to spew your moralistic bullhonkus. If I had wanted Pat Robertson in office, I'd have voted for him, you mealy-mouthed piece of shit.

I, and others like me, are going to do our damndest to vote you and your band of merry funsters right the pure fuck out of office next November. I despise you with a level of intensity I don't think I've ever felt, before. I suggest you start packing, George.