Now that we’ve established the infinite radiant Oneness and harmony and beauty of everything, would somebody please go slap Joe Lieberman in his floppy mouth with a dick?

December 16th, 2009

Silvio

Berlusconi is a repulsive

country-destroying thug, and it’s sort

of understandable that someone socked him in the kisser

with a statue, but at least he stands for something:  ”I own everything

in the goddamn land, and women, eh, women should touch themselves all the time.”

Okay, it’s not a Gandhi-esque platform, but he’s frank, anyway.  (And

actually, it’s half Gandhi-esque — the loinclothed one was fond

of threesomes, too.  Some say he boinked ‘em, some say

he just slept between ‘em.  I say when you’re

spooning every night with a deuce of

13 year olds, it doesn’t really

matter.)

Joe

Lieberman isn’t

Caligula-like like Uncle Silvio.

He doesn’t have the gold and the bodies buried

all over the countryside, and you know damn well he has no

appetite for fucking.  He’s just a slimy grand-standing unprincipled

douchebag of a Satan’s-scaly-pecker-sucking whore.  He takes enough money

from insurance companies to make Silvio jealous.  He didn’t support the

President in the election last year, and he’s systematically hoovered

everything meaningfully helpful to Americans out of the health

insurance bill — to the point that Howard Dean, one of the

longest and steadiest and most ardent proponents of

health reform in our nation, says,

“This bill is empty,

can it and start

over”:

Jesus

loves you, Joe.  You

too, readers, Christians, Hindus

Muslims, taoists, Jewish Lesbian Vegetarians

for Jesus, everyone on Earth.  God and you and I and the tao

are one.  Now someone go slap Droopy Dog in his sad little face with

a crap-crusted cock, would you?  Not you, Satan — you’ve

done that a million times.

Let America have

a turn.