Now, I done it.
I added my name to a petition to demand (of my entirely Republican delegation) the impeachment of Dick Cheney. I have absolutely no faith in anything from either Coburn or Inhoffe, but I am hoping Fallin is at least impressed with, oh, say about 100,000 similar requests.
And now for a completely melodramatic moment of half-hearted (possibly half-witted) paranoia; Go ahead, you goddamned toilet bowl lickers! Put me on your No-Fly lists! Fly the Friendly Skies, my ass! Airplane travel is a crammed journey through condensed body odor anymore - cattle cars offer fresher air! Tap my phones too! I can't wait to cause the suicides of the poor dumb bastards stuck listening to my insipid calls from the grocery store aisles! HA! Thought you were going to protect America by joining the Feds, didn't you dummy? Protect it from yourself, nazi!
...Whew, I'm glad I got that out of my system.
Seriously though, Cheney needs to go back to the reletively small confines of Halliburton to spin his further America-hating, money-loving evil.
Strike while the iron is hot. Tell Congress to impeach Dick Cheney.
Adding - I bet my parents wish they'd been more imaginative in naming me now.
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