You can get me wrong if you want. It won't matter. People have got me wrong before, and I'm still here, deep in the belly of the beast, living amongst the teabaggers who are too chickenshit to come up the hill and see what I got for them.
Cops? Cops know if they show up here, they are detonating the bomb, and many of them live in the immediate vicinity, and two things they don't like to fuck with is God and The Bomb, both of which are my allies, not to mention The Supreme Evil One, who is really a cool dude when you get to know Him. He or she looks like Chris Walken or Samantha Morton.
So I'm curious about you ordinary idiots keep dropping by. Is it a death wish thing? There is nothing here that is going to win you a place at the right hand of God or even at the right hand of his right hand wingnuts. Those people are apeshit crazy and would sell their own mothers into the sex slave trade to get reelected. They are counting on you. I'm sure you'll continue to step up to the plate and chow down for promises of a sort of non-liberal Gravy Train in the future.
Can you see why you deserve to die horribly uncomfortable deaths? So you do, do you? Is that why you wear tea bags from the brims of your promotional ball caps and scream like autistic children? Oh. I'm sorry. I meant to say Aspergie children.
I wouldn't deign to call you retards unless the copter was fueled.
I was reading the Oregonadian yesterday. It's always been a piece of shit, even when it contained all the features of the Oregasmic Journal. When I first arrived in this shithole, I took dictation at both of the major papers in the state at the time, which I could bike to, because I couldn't afford even public transportation.
Do I hate Oregon? Of course. What's there to like about it? It is run by the same scumbuckets as any other state in the NOMF, and it always promises to provide the same lunatic level of intrusion into peronsal lives as more civilized areas in the NOMF.
Do I hate the USA? Of course. What's there to like about? Do you really think being the biggest asshole on the planet makes a country really great? Oh. I'm sorry. I guess you do.
Fuck you. Fair is fair.
Come back tomorrow for bullet points on how stupid you prefer to be. Be thankful that God loves you, because lucid people are working tirelessly to tear off your heads and shit down the holes in the stumps.