Today’s diary from Laura Clawson merely points out that the deeper one goes into this pile of shit, the more—um—shit we find.
Thanks, Dickhead Cheney, for identifying the food-stamp poor as the chief cause of all misery in Fortress Cheney, Wyoming America.
There’s a brilliant takedown of Vice-President Beelzebub in the latest New York Review of Books. Also gives a good picture of what a whiney, cowardly squish George Bush was.
You know why it took so long to get Cheney a heart transplant? They had to wait for a crocodile to die in an auto accident.
By the way Dickless, with all the money you got from the Bush tax cuts (around $5 million) don’t you think you could do something about those fucking zombie teeth that show every time you “smile”? Even if you’re too cheap to visit a dentist, Crest Whitening strips are only a buck or two, y’know.