Thursday, March 1, 2012

Earning the title. Again.

A good friend of mine says that black people aren't born niggers--they have to earn the title.  And the Obamas have done it again.  How?  Here's the First Wookie's contribution.  As for her 6'1" hot-air powered limp-dicked dildo...well..."The Obama administration’s proposed defense budget calls for military families and retirees to pay sharply more for their healthcare, while leaving unionized civilian defense workers’ benefits untouched."

Umm...come again?  I seem to have misunderstood.  Or at least I hope I did.   Did that sonofafuckingbitch just fucking CUT the fucking medical insurance for our soldiers, vets, and families?  While fucking leaving the fucking union benefits the fuck alone? 


Actually, that really is pretty much it.  And that means--yep, you guessed it--The Obamoron can fuck right the fucking fuck off.  Bent over a rough cut rail fence with splinters the size of Chihuahuas prodding what bits he may still have, after having had two children with that toothed maw of a thundercunt he married.  With a chainsaw-powered, six inch thick (with an eight inch thick knob on the end), eighteen inch long, jagged glass dildo dipped in rancid habanero nacho cheez sauce for lube. 


May that cock-sucking, camel-munching, jug-eared Muslim ass-muppet twatwaffle pretending to be President wake up to find his fucking fat-assed fucking foodie fucking hypocrite of a fucking used fucking wanking tissue of a she-beast has gotten hungry in the night and eaten what she'd fucking left him of his fucking manhood as a light snack.  May he find that every cup of civet-cat coffee he ever drinks still has the fucking turds floating in it (not that he'd notice, being that he is one himself).  May he find, after he leaves office and loses his Secret Service, that no one wants to kill him because he's just that contemptible.


I wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire.


Chime in.  Tell the world what you'd like to tell to fuck off.  With cheese. 

2 comments:

Kate P said...

I always worry that the minute we cut military support, we'll get attacked. Scares the hell out of me.

Once again, grades can FO. With cheese-dipped fireballs. I don't want to spend time out of MY weekend grading homework assignments, but I have to because I have virtually no time in school to do it. Ugh.

Heroditus Huxley said...

Kate, I am contractually obligated to be available for answering questions and grading papers/assignments, and giving substantive feedback for it all, seven days per week. I know exactly how you feel about grading, and resent my weekends/breaks being eaten up by class time. I can't imagine you resenting it any less, since you're a librarian, not a teacher.

As for the whole "we'll get attacked" thing...if we pull out of the Middle East, the culture there will see it as a sign of weakness and surrender, and we will get attacked. And I don't know how to fight to win over there without seeing echoes of Hitler's Final Solution in any possible course of action that gets us out unscathed.