::seethe::
After coming home from a hell of a night at work, I see that living wrinkle being pissy toward my lovely Barack.
I have a question for you, you lock-jawed Fascist dead man walking: How can you, after just touting yourself as someone who is all about less government in the average American citizen's life, justify and support governmental intrusion into every woman's private life and, literally, her private parts by destroying her right to choose? Can you answer that for me, Mr. McCain't? Can you? Huh? Or have you already forgotten what I'd asked with that one-celled fleck of mush you call a brain, you geriatric piece of shit?
I hate you. I hate you so much, my head is nigh to popping.
I've already told Aunt Tudi that, if she hears what sounds like an over-ripe melon popping in the hot Georgia sun, it would be my head calling it a day, thanks to John McCain's shit-slinging. If I can make it to election day without keeling over from a supreme anxiety attack, it'll be a miracle.
I have a question for you, you lock-jawed Fascist dead man walking: How can you, after just touting yourself as someone who is all about less government in the average American citizen's life, justify and support governmental intrusion into every woman's private life and, literally, her private parts by destroying her right to choose? Can you answer that for me, Mr. McCain't? Can you? Huh? Or have you already forgotten what I'd asked with that one-celled fleck of mush you call a brain, you geriatric piece of shit?
I hate you. I hate you so much, my head is nigh to popping.
I've already told Aunt Tudi that, if she hears what sounds like an over-ripe melon popping in the hot Georgia sun, it would be my head calling it a day, thanks to John McCain's shit-slinging. If I can make it to election day without keeling over from a supreme anxiety attack, it'll be a miracle.