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That Ralph Reed's a real good church boy. He wasn't born yesterday. he knows that it's all about the politics. The man could sell shoe polish to the Chinese police. He's got that much pizzaz. Plain and simple. There's a future for him in the White House, i dare say.
Some four-eyes asked him about stem cell research. Ralph was real solid, executive director material, going on and on about the president's policy. he kept saying, "the president" this, "the president" that. As a matter of fact, i don't care if you're democrat or republican, liberal or conservative, you got to admire the man's deftness as an orator. He's on a higher level. He pops the weasel derrrty. Nasty. With some special sauce. I'll say that much. The boy's got an engine.
Some fat guy asked him, "can you look me in the eye and give me one good reason my boy should die for iraq?" What a panty girl. Move to Florida and dance the salsa with some cuban transsexuals. Thank the good Lord it's not World War II, when millions of us had to pull together to defeat the Nazis. We weren't jumping around in pink pant-suits like hillary clinton to get a bunch of ugly pregnant chicks into the marines. We were too busy trying to save the free world. The boys today don't got no sack. They're using fancy creams on their skin and playing Jap video games.
Jeb Nush is another one of these fat boys that i can't stomach. He's got no sack. He looks like an eight year-old who's lost his baby ruth. Or pooped in his pants and won't admit it. He wears makeup for christ sake. The boys a real beetle baily if you know what i mean. He wears a pointy-collared shirt. He married a Mexican girl. Talk about shoring up your base! I'll give him credit on that one.
This edwards lady says give a child a computer. A computer for every child. Blah dee blah blah. Computers are the damn problem. Is that hard to see? how do you think kim jong il got nuclear weapons? With a chalk board? Go back to the country crock. Design a robot. recycle. start a revolution. play some soccer. Whatever the shit the moms do.
Some four-eyes asked him about stem cell research. Ralph was real solid, executive director material, going on and on about the president's policy. he kept saying, "the president" this, "the president" that. As a matter of fact, i don't care if you're democrat or republican, liberal or conservative, you got to admire the man's deftness as an orator. He's on a higher level. He pops the weasel derrrty. Nasty. With some special sauce. I'll say that much. The boy's got an engine.
Some fat guy asked him, "can you look me in the eye and give me one good reason my boy should die for iraq?" What a panty girl. Move to Florida and dance the salsa with some cuban transsexuals. Thank the good Lord it's not World War II, when millions of us had to pull together to defeat the Nazis. We weren't jumping around in pink pant-suits like hillary clinton to get a bunch of ugly pregnant chicks into the marines. We were too busy trying to save the free world. The boys today don't got no sack. They're using fancy creams on their skin and playing Jap video games.
Jeb Nush is another one of these fat boys that i can't stomach. He's got no sack. He looks like an eight year-old who's lost his baby ruth. Or pooped in his pants and won't admit it. He wears makeup for christ sake. The boys a real beetle baily if you know what i mean. He wears a pointy-collared shirt. He married a Mexican girl. Talk about shoring up your base! I'll give him credit on that one.
This edwards lady says give a child a computer. A computer for every child. Blah dee blah blah. Computers are the damn problem. Is that hard to see? how do you think kim jong il got nuclear weapons? With a chalk board? Go back to the country crock. Design a robot. recycle. start a revolution. play some soccer. Whatever the shit the moms do.
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