As hard as radical, righteous mother fuckers like myself fight to take down the system, this fucking country has never been and will never be a socialism (European or not) until it is eventually inevitably swallowed by the sea. By then, I will be long dead and most likely shit fucking Lucifer’s mistress while he is busy jamming his large cock into Dick Cheney’s out-stretched asshole. But we’re not there yet. Where we are is in a pile of shit. One that now appears to be dictated by a number of centrist-swinging, homo-hating Democrats fixed on coming off as the level-headed, anti-liberal heros of their day. I suppose these fuck-wads should fashion themselves six shooters and mosey about Washington like they’re mavericks who’ll chastise CEO’s till the cows come home, but tighten their spurs around their horse’s loins when extended healthcare budget spending threatens their sauntering, limp-dicked agenda.
Well, there’s a new massa on the ranch. And it’s time for him to start showing his authority around the house. So, he best be rounding up his misguided steer:
in order to find him some loyal house crackers.
Or else, before he realizes it, we’ll have another Lone-Ranging Fat Body riding the land:
(his new name yet to be determined).
- Freemont
