My pataphysical parole officer says I need to lighten up and get with the imaginary program in the alternative prison-industrial complex that makes the NOMF™ the most incarceration prone society on the face of this dying planet.
I told him to fuck himself, and he did, right there, making me watch, but at least I didn't have to take a facial. It's always kind of creepy having to deal with authority figures. They get paid to be perverts, which is sort of like hooking without facing any real risks.
How can you argue with such feel-good advice from a shithead who would just as soon throw your obnoxious asshole back in the neck-high cesspool with the rest imaginary convicts and shout: "Break's over, dickweeds. Back on your heads"?
I originally intended to embed a couple of videos but I need to shoot up, and I don't have time fuck around learning about embedding shit in a blog that is embedded in the global war on prior administration error.
So fuck it. I'm going to shoot up and drink some and smoke some, and provide a few links. I have to get back into detox soon if I intend to survive another five or six years. Note that I didn't say hope to survive. I have no hope.
In the meantime, as the shit kicks in and it getters harder to remain coherent or even functional enough to dial 911, I'll just post links to places you can go to see this hopelessly beautiful and futile stuff we sometimes share between this shit and that shit, all of which is varying degrees of shit, and I have no doubt that there are many shit connoisseurs out there who might want to gnaw on my balls and suck my cock for having said it.
Please send e-mail, and I'll see if it can be arranged. A warning: Karl Rove, Donald Rumsfeld, and Scooter Libby are still waiting.
A special shout out to all my faithful Maldives readers over the past ten years. I hope my suggestions that you invest in life vests and various inflatable devices no primarly designed for sexual activity have down at least as much good for you as your efforts at the U.N. and elsewhere. I'm here for you, Maldivians.
One of my dearest friends who died in Vietnam or Cambodia or Laos making the world safe for American freedomocracy was Raleigh Maldivian, and — correct me if I'm wrong — I always feel a special place in the hole where actual humans have a heart for any Maldivian, drowning today, in the past, or soon to drown because of the brave heroes they have sacrificed to make the world safe for Maldivians.
Please, readers. Send personal flotation devices to the Maldives today in case the U.N. fails to reverse the effects of global warming, which many idiotic screamers in the NOMF™ blame on the Nigra Terrorist in Chief or deny it exists at all.
I really wish I had a funny video of what is going to happen to Maldivians in the next 30 years or so, but I don't.
I was impressed by a video when I returned an EC card from Hillbilly Willy. Mrs. Faustroll responded with a hearty: "McKendree Spring. Eat your balls off!" Here's what she was reponding to.
I got this one from MoveOn.org, which is a little too right wing for me because it doesn't call for the rounding up and detention of the scumbags who need to be strung from lightpoles from sea to poisoned sea as preparation for the coming battle against the zombie flu.
And finally, here's a clip that someone needs to fuck with to include the recent Brother Kanye Spare a Dime Bag West celebrity spew during his dissing of Taylor Swift. I find the music interesting and the narrative typically horse exhaust.
I think the drugs are really kicking...............