Silky Pony out and I can finally bad-mouth him
Sometimes, this gag order that the Department of Defense has on military personnel who want to comment on on-going campaigns and politicians really sucks.
I’ve been aching to say what a pretty-boy, millionaire acting like he cares, Wal-Mart shopping but still bad-mouthing, brushes his hair more than a high school prom queen, military back-stabbing, sucking up to the unions, metrosexual John Edwards is for months now.
And, now that he’s dropped out of the race for president and I’m free to do so, it just doesn’t have the same enjoyment for me as if he was still in. I mean, how much can you bag on a guy who hopefully, will never grace the national political scene ever again?
Hmm, I guess I just did.






















Maybe you should do what the tv shows do. Make up some fictional polititians in a fictional country, and talk about them. Then add a statement saying that: any similarities with actual candidates, living, dead, or in between are purely coincidental. Just a thought.
Damn, you might have an idea there. Oh, what I could do with Hillary!
D.T. -
You forgot:
I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, d***less, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey sh** he is. Hallelujah. Holy sh**. Where’s the Tylenol?
Just helping out with 2 cents and all … Heh!
Maggie