Time To STFU
September 28th, 2009
It’s an inevitable consequence of becoming the leader of any country that matters, but the accelerated aging process is clearly taking its toll upon Slick Willy, who’s looking more like the peanut farmer with every passing day.
Not that it’s had much affect on his mental faculties, which remain as deformed as ever. Bubba has once again spoken of the “vast right-wing conspiracy” that attacked him and has, apparently, now resumed operations against Barry.
I do love how he can deflect all criticism of his presidency away from it’s true source: his inability to tell the truth, his infinite capacity for deviousness and his complete absence of personal morals.
Plus, Bill, a “conspiracy” cannot by definition be “vast.” When people conspire to one end or another, such as Barry and his proto-communists, it is done in secret. To maintain said secrecy, the numbers of those in the know are limited. Were it to become “vast”, the conspiracy would cease to be so, having turned into a plan, instead. Which, coincidentally, is the stage that Barry’s cabal is now approaching.
In other news, thank the Lord that yesterday’s over.
I’ve still not entirely recovered, but at least I no longer want to hide in a hole in the ground. Man, do I hate hangovers. I did make it to the pig roast, but it took three hours to get there, leaving Smitty and I barely over an hour to stay once we had arrived. Stacy McCain has some photos of the party.
Finally, thank you all for your hangover-avoidance advice.
Except, that is, for those of you whom recommended hair of the dog.
I thought we were friends.



