cheers to the peeps…very niiiice
Allow me to digress a bit from my usual fare of office gloom, to join the bandwagon of celebration.
First in the agenda is the booting that Donald Rumsfeld (Dumsfeld?) got after the recent midterm elections. Apparently, the Chief-Idiot-in-Command realized that Americans are generally, err, against sending our teens to a certain death in Iraq. Next in the list, Vice President Cheney, the manly man who hunts domesticated animals in an enclosed and controlled environment. Pussy.
Then there’s the ass-kicking Republicans got in the House of Representatives and the Senate. All thanks to the peeps who voted…
I used to be one of those people who didn’t vote. “What’s the point?!” I said “it’s not going to make a difference.” Oh, but that was before the kiddies from South Park explained the election process in little words I could understand.
Basically, we’ll always end up having to choose between a giant douche and a turd sandwich. The giant douche will boink his secretary, give “eh” replies and raise taxes (but we won’t have a trillion budget deficit), whereas the turd sandwich will throw tantrums, shag little boys (or gay guys with purses full of meth), speak in gibberish and honestly believe that humans were fashioned out of dirt.
They might seem kind of the same thing. But personally, I’d much rather get squirted with douche water than get smeared by a turd. Shit is just not my thing and the war of (deliberate word usage) terror is, yawn, boring.
So, three cheers to all who made giant douches the majority these elections.
Thank you!!!  Â
 
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