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January 26, 2010

Meanwhile, it's no more Mr. Niceguy @ Velociworld

Do we really have thirty six more months of this complete and total fuck-up ahead of us?
I am dismayed at the thought. I feel like that fellow in Quest For Fire who hung suspended from a tree, one limb already lopped off and roasting on the fire, waiting for the cannibals to finish him off.

The good news is: the GOP has a plan. The bad news is: the GOP has a plan. I'm sure the plan is to marginalize any true fiscal conservatives as "unwinnable," while they craft a superior platform based on a kinder, gentler sigmoidoscopy of the public fisc. The Anthill of Davids (Brooks et Frum) will undoubtedly break off their fellatiatory daisy chain to murmur their huzzahs. John McCain might even run again, but without that damned chillbilly, who really should be busy breeding chinchillas, fecund, strumpet daughters, and the occasional idiot manchild.

A spending freeze. Indeed. Probably should start with that F-22 Raptor, eh? And mebbe sumdat missile defense. CIA? Whoo. You bastard offspring of Angleton are truly screwed. You made me look bad. The Bush middle-class tax cuts expire when? This year? Hello, Betty. -- Velociworld: Nineteen For Me

Posted by Vanderleun at January 26, 2010 8:41 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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