Nothing matters, once again

My ankle and foot are swollen today and I feel like whining, but I can't because I traded my whining credits to Mildude Dampass who has a deal with Cosmos Cosmos (Star Pizza Jock) that will give me free passes to watch the executions of former First Idiot George W. Bush and his entire administration during halftime at SuperBowl L, which will be hosted by Moammar Gaddafi and feature music by Rage Against The Machine.

Matter, as we should all know despite No Child Left Behind and other faith-based initiatives aimed at keeping the world on track toward embracing freedomocracy and Dr. James Dobson Poke Us in the Fanny family values, is simply an inert form of energy, which the world appears to be in short supply of these days, at least if you listen to the people who sell it to you and their Republican zombie sponsors. 

Republican zombies don't eat brains, by the way. Functioning brains kill them, which is why they protect themselves with tea bags hung from their John Deere baseball caps because everybody knows that tea drinkers have no brains. Consider the British and the liberals. If there was ever a group of humans with less intelligence to be consumed by cracking open a skull and scooping out gray matter with a spoon, please let me know.

Although much of the planet does not get to participate in America's insane electoral process — which is designed to make every idiot with a voter registration culpable for the crimes committed by the assholes they validate and keep in office — does not have the opportunity to participate in the pathetic clusterfuck of representative democracy, many routinely get to experience collateral damage from American elections which are often touted as making the world safe from the kind of terrorism Americans routinely visit upon people stuck by gravity to the surface of the planet without the means to purchase it from the people who own it... Where was I?

Oh. Is that where I am? Far out. Time to shoot up and shut up. See you later. Or not. Doesn't matter to me.

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