It's nice to see you employ junior high school writers for your "witty" repartee.

What can I say: Republicans and inbred conservatives everywhere are allegedly voting/not-voting for crap, so there’s dumbness in the air! And even after I earthquake-proofed the hutch in the dining room, I, like Obama, still get no respect or credit. I can definitely relate, as hardcore under-appreciation emanates, whereas various nimrods are in the process of being struck stupid, snatched bald-headed, and we really don’t even need to address their insensitivity issues. McCain was granted that coveted title by the MSM just the other evening, as he fumbled his way through yet another PR disaster, I suspect through a fog of designer bourbon and leftover pain medications, and yes, it had something to do with the last 8 years of the GOP’s unsound financial accounting practices, soon-to-be jerked driving privileges, and militantly stubborn navel gazing, even for chickenhawks. Yes, liberals are monsters, hate all families, and, ah, fuck it, hate all grade school nuns too, so fuck it. Oh yeah, now I remember, liberals would also like to tell the MSM to stop propping up McCain’s fractured dictatorship of victimization and second rate drama tactics. At that time this was all going down, I was compelled to ride off into the sunset barely grasping leather embossed ape-hangers on my metal monster machine to the poorly recorded strands of Dave Allan & the Arrows “Blues Theme”(He played a Moserite I heard). But like I said, my chemical composition at the time wisely prevented me from further cadaver destruction.
When in such a state I’m vaguely reminded that the MSM is a bunch of greasy guys kind of swarming and brown-nosing all about Mickey, and they appear to have forgotten their antiperspirant that morning; I hope they wash their hands before lunch. People speak to me of the difficulties in living in the good ole USA nowdays, and yes, I do agree they really exist, but imagine the B.O problems at CBS.

The essence of my being presently: this sucks and that sucks. No exit, no choice, and my resale value is nil. Great.

Oh lordy, send stronger Balm of Gilead – this shit ain’t cutting it. Should I inquire of Muffy down at the Crow’s Nest?

Carl, the meds -- they're over on that table, across the room. You can do it, we know you can. You can make it. Easy, easy, one step at a time. Cap off -- just one now, and swallow. Better, ah, better -- you'll feel better, little by little, soon, we promise.