Crushed
After weeks and months of the worst and most unrepentantly evil culture war fucktardery I have ever seen (Muslim, terrorist, Communist, homo agenda, godless, traitor, nigger, Sammy Davis Jr., watermelon and fried chicken, voter fraud, baby killer, turban, white flag of surrender, small town values, gay weddings, Osama-Obama, Hussein, kill whitey, halfrican-american, sex ed for kindergarteners, community organizer, you betcha, elitist, that one, lipstick on a pig, Joe Not The Plumber, birth certificate, Wright, Ayers, ACORN), I admit that I’ve had fucking enough.
I don’t want them to lose. I want them to be crushed. I want them to be humiliated. I want them to be dragged through the streets. I want them to be thrown in jail. I want them to be required by law to attend gay weddings of two hermaphrodite late-term abortion doctors. I want the idea of them winning an election in the remainder of their sad, sick lives to be a distant fantasy.
Personally, I don’t think I’m asking too much.
Haha. You can’t get out of it: I’m still going to say, “I told you so” if and when Obama’s high-road, don’t-get-down-on-their-level campaign results in a victory, rather than his being relegated to your identified “Loser” status.