Do you feel the fucking love yet, 52?

Lemme fill ya in on it, folks.

I took my cue on how to deal with El Presidente Jorge Arbusto from the Republicans when they dealt with Bill Clinton.  It’s a pity that Slick Willie provided so many real things to citicize.  Likewise, I am taking by cue on how to deal with the Messiah from the way you treated Bush.

Except for fabricating shit and calling for assassination.  Though I won’t condemn the former if effective or mourn the latter.

Let me remind you of some things:  Jesusland.  Christofascist Godbags.  Commander in Thief.

Ringing any bells yet, you simpering cocksuckers?  Sound familiar, you shitheads?

Your “Honeymoon” was over at 12:01am on November 5, 2008.  I slept through it.  But I hope it was good for you.

You fuckweasels want to play nice NOW?

……

Pardon me - that hour of rib-splitting laughter was a reaction to the best joke I have heard.

Here is how this is going to play out.

I’m going to mock Bambi cruelly at every opportunity.

I’m going to refuse to him the dignity of “President.”

I’m going to forward and spread every rumor, and weakly offer a lame excuse if it is demonstrated false - and that never in public.  After all, I am - according to Andy “Milky Loads” Sullivan and Glenn Puppetmaster Greenwald - a journalist with a job to “ask questions.”

The goalposts are not only moving, they have a 400 HP engine attached to them.

I’m offering no solutions.  Not my job.  You’re in charge.  Your job.  Good fucking luck with that.

I will, however, second guess, badmouth, and sabotage any solutions you may offer.  And without giving them a chance.

I will be on the barricades.  Every trial balloon Bambi Floats, I will be calling him a tyrant.

Not my guns.

Not my radio.

No involuntary servitude in your blackface version of the Hitler Youth.

Payback is not a bitch, you syphilitic asstards.  Payback is a virgin.  A bitch is easy.

Let me make this clear.  I no longer wish to share a country with you.  I don’t care who gets the name “American” - I will gladly become a “Confederate” if it means jettisoning you in this relationship.  I want a divorce, and I would love to stir up a civil war.  Keep in mind how many police and military voted Red, and keep in mind who has the guns, you cretinous and treasonous fucknozzles.

Blow it out your fucking asses.