I don't care if Anthony Weiner took a picture of his dong and photoshopped an angry headshot of Hillary Clinton in place of it's usual helmet, used it as the profile picture for a blog he ghostwrote about his angry short-haired penis' and it's attitudes toward offensive rap lyrics or Africa's ties with Moammar Gadhafi. Nor would I care if Steve Jobs did the same. Nor would I care if Newington Mayor Mike Lenares did it. Or the guy who works at the gas station. Because it doesn't effect they way they do their job until every national media outlet is bullying everyone into pretending they care about it, saying in an angry, doofy voice: "Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself."
But what can I say? Everyone is out of their goddamn minds; the only thing left to do is buckle up, close your eyes and wait for the crash. Hell, just this past weekend I showed up to a friends birthday party with a quart of serious heavy duty poison and raised no eyebrows. There's just no pleasing these people.
Showing posts with label Anthony Weiner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anthony Weiner. Show all posts
Monday, June 13, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Frothy Weiners
I turned my back on politics for Ten Minutes, and surprise, it's lost all self respect and virtue, and is now nothing more than a buggered and dusty old flea circus. A guy named Weiner is twitting pictures of his wiener, which if you follow his team's approach to the situation (i.e. - not directly denying it), it is a picture of his wiener, but he probably didn't send it or mean to send it. "Those are my boxer briefs, that is definitely my wiener, but there is no way to tell whose legs those are, and I certainly didn't take the picture. You can tell because it's upsidedown."
And now, of course, Rick Santorum has thrown his filthy, excrement stained hat into the ring to make a run at Boss of the US 2012, somehow forgetting that his harsh anti-gay stance has gained him some notoriety as gay anus juice, as indicated by a quick web search. Sure, he's been the victim of what is possibly the single most malicious and arguably the most effective (and possibly laudable) bit of passive aggressive behavior on record, could we as a country, a Leader of Nations, really elect someone whose name now elicits such a frothy connotation? The answer is, of course, no, which is good news - from what I understand (and mind you I haven't had the time to properly research this yet), he actually is frothy ass juice.
Looking out at the field in anticipation of November 2012, I look forward to it, if for no other reason than pure, verminous entertainment. Let the rats run the maze, then may the fittest and most grotesque fight for the cheese.
And now, of course, Rick Santorum has thrown his filthy, excrement stained hat into the ring to make a run at Boss of the US 2012, somehow forgetting that his harsh anti-gay stance has gained him some notoriety as gay anus juice, as indicated by a quick web search. Sure, he's been the victim of what is possibly the single most malicious and arguably the most effective (and possibly laudable) bit of passive aggressive behavior on record, could we as a country, a Leader of Nations, really elect someone whose name now elicits such a frothy connotation? The answer is, of course, no, which is good news - from what I understand (and mind you I haven't had the time to properly research this yet), he actually is frothy ass juice.
Looking out at the field in anticipation of November 2012, I look forward to it, if for no other reason than pure, verminous entertainment. Let the rats run the maze, then may the fittest and most grotesque fight for the cheese.
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