Friday, January 14, 2005

don't you fucking look at me!

So, the square object attached underneath Bush's badly tailored jacket is not a transmitter -- it's nitrous, as he's apparently channeling Frank Booth now.

Performers in the conornation parade have been informed "not to look the President (sic) in the eyes as they pass the throne."

Don't you fucking look at him.

I guess it makes him nervous. He might get jiggy. He might have the SS shoot you. He might think you are trying to steel his soul. Like a cat. Or a cougar. He needs that soul, btw -- it's worth a lot I hear. At least 50 million for this party alone. and that's just from contributers. That doesn't include all the tax money being spent on security.

During WWII, Roosevelt retired to the White House for his second inauguration to have a dinner of cold chicken. But since Sepetember 11 -- EVERYTHING has changed. Junior has WORKED HARD. It's been HARD WORK fighting democracy around the world. It's hard work finding anyone still greedy and stupid enough to pass Chimpy's loyalty test in order to be on his cabinet. Just about the only people left are mobsters (Kerik) or Nazi sympathizers (Chertoff).

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well Brook, do you think that if you had done everything to this country that he has you could look another american in the eye?

Friday, January 14, 2005 7:07:00 PM  
Blogger Brook said...

you are so right - it goes both ways.

dogs do this too. establish hierarchy thru eye contact.

they won't look at you when they've been bad.

Saturday, January 15, 2005 11:42:00 AM  

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